This wolf is currently nursing at least one puppy! She will wean her offspring in 3 rollovers! This wolf has not rolled over today and will not be able to be traded or gifted until its next rollover.
They recline without a care in the world in the hollow of a massive, knotted root growth. The hollow is lined with pelts, bones, and glowing moss. The dark in this inner sanctum is oppressive, broken only by the blue glow of the moss and fungus growing about the cave.
Upon closer inspection, the walls seem to move now and then, and Dermestid's fur seems to crawl ever so slightly. These are bugs.
As your eyes grow accustomed to the dark, you see a wolf reclining at their side, seemingly enraptured by... something. You can't see it.
You are unsettled, and Dermestid knows this. Their eyes soften and before you can turn tail and run, the cave fills with a cloyingly sweet scent. Your eyelids grow heavy, and your mind grows fuzzy.
"Come... sit with me a while. There's really nothing to fear," Dermestid coos. There's a faint clicking behind their words, was that them, or the bugs? You realize you don't care, and settle down between them and the other wolf, comfortable and warm.
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There are no gods, just those who come for you when you're long dead. They are beyond good and evil, they are the insects and fungus beneath you, quietly watching and waiting. Dermestid is the conduit, living vessel.
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