Fores

Introduction
Stone statues don't talk. Perhaps you should go somewhere else.

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Beneath the statue's looming figure, words carved into the ground around it spoke of a story.

There were three wolves made solely of shadows. Each had a single large white eye. They were chained beneath the underworld as their vile nature poured one every step they took.

A mistake. One single mistake was made for their freedom. A crack on the ground between the living and the dead formed right above the beasts. They seized the chance; merging into one shadow and squeezed themselves through the crack.

They sought revenge of the ones who put them in agony for millennia. To each corner of the world did they travel, leaving the trail of rot and decay with their ever-lasting rage. Unable to withstand the merciless slaughters, the second guardian of Moonshone Pack confronted the three in a duel. The loser would be a puppet for the winner. It was an easy victory, that the shadow beings knew.

The second guardian, of course, lost. She became a puppet, reigning destruction on her own pack. And on her own lover. She turned her mate into half stone, preserving the body and soul til the grass turned into ashes and the sky riddled with storm.

Fores could remember so clearly the final words her mate told her on that cursed day when their forest grew bits of stone as bark and the moon shone blood-red glows.

"I yearn for you though still trapped in their grasps. I shall break you and our pack free on another day when the moon rises with a thirst for bloodshed. For now, stay."

Ah, her memory faded.

Art


by FernHound



by Srinyx