Merikh

The midnight hour was upon Wolvden, and the night sky was aflame.

A black to scarlet gradient was the backdrop for the bleeding orb of dark heavens; glistening harrowingly, looming large, surrounded by ethereal glowing, and casting otherworldly madness 'til the entire domain looked as if it had been washed in blood.. why, all of wolf kind was transfixed by it.

Millions of stars were sprinkled behind it, a few were massive ones but they were mostly a multitude of little white pin pricks; tonight they had turned into bared incisors, hooking into the ebon and ruddy fabrics of transmogrified gloom, gleaming from invisible maws the bore down on those macabre lands.

In the heart of a dense, shadowy forest, nestled deep within the eerie embrace of ancient trees, there existed a pack of majestic wolves. These wolves were guardians of the night, their piercing yellow eyes glinting like orbs of moonlight, and their fur as black as the endless night sky. Among them, a mother wolf cared for her precious pups, their innocent eyes wide with curiosity, unaware of the dangers lurking beyond the safety of their den.

One fateful night, under the cloak of darkness, a foul beast, shrouded in the sinister mist of the forest, slithered silently through the undergrowth. Its eyes, glowing like fiery embers, scanned the surroundings, seeking a nefarious opportunity.

The malevolent creature's eyes burned like embers, and its movements were shrouded in an otherworldly mist. The ginger wolf pup, a playful ball of fur with a fiery coat, was nestled close to its siblings, unaware of the impending danger that loomed overhead.

Soon they would be met with a Celctic beast, known to their particular pack as The Night Marauder.

The Night Marauder, with predatory precision, extended its elongated claws, resembling twisted talons capable of snatching dreams from the minds of the innocent. As the creature neared, the ginger pup stirred, its tiny nose twitching as it caught a faint whiff of an unknown presence. The mother wolf, sensing the impending danger, attempted to rally her brood, but the Night Marauder's sinister howl echoed through the trees, distracting her momentarily.

In the blink of an eye, the Night Marauder descended upon the den, its claws deftly snatching the ginger pup from the midst of its slumbering siblings. The pup yelped in surprise, its cries piercing the air, but the malevolent beast moved with uncanny speed, disappearing into the shadows before the mother wolf could react. The forest fell eerily silent once again, the only sound being the fading echoes of the Night Marauder's haunting howl.

The mother wolf, frantic and bereft, searched desperately for her stolen pup, her eyes wild with grief. The other wolf pups huddled together, whimpering in confusion and fear. The once vibrant den now felt like a tomb, haunted by the memory of the stolen ginger pup. The Night Marauder, unseen and unheard, vanished into the depths of the night, carrying the fiery-furred pup into the abyss, leaving behind only the chilling echo of its malevolent laughter.

Days turned into nights, and the forest remained draped in a sorrowful silence. The ginger pup was never seen again, leaving the wolves and the creatures of the forest to live in perpetual fear, haunted by the enigmatic specter of the Night Marauder and the inexplicable disappearance of the fiery spirit that once danced among them.

Bio written by Rebbystar (#97149)