There is legends of plenty speaking of a fountain of youth or immortality no one is sure where it is or so one would think , nothing more then a story the desperate or weak made up ? liquid of gold or silver or some other mythical colors could not be real right?
You ponder as you wonder the old wood unsure where it leads , or do you? Why are you here ? Your mind starts to wonder back to those old stories again till a voice cuts the loop .
You jump to look up for the source of the words though they were not stern you believe ? They took you by surprise!
The wolf who spoke was walking in what looked like a lake? You don't remember looking for a lake? Why where you here again?
She speaks again and this time you actually hear her words .
"Hello lost one how may I guide you?" She says sweetly as she glided threw the water.
You look at the water unsure how to answer.
Thankfully the water? Wolf seemed to understand and quickly started to guid you away from the lake and into the woods , after a while you speak and find out her name is ichor which you find funny because "isn't that the liquid of immortals"? She is gone when you look back.
But you start to ponder those old stories once more .
There is a legends of plenty speaking of a fountain of youth or immortality no one is sure where it is or so one would think , nothing more then a story the desperate or weak made up ? liquid of gold or silver or some other mythical colors could not be real right?
Lunar Forest Fog
A Halo from the Corrupted
The void Wolfs eyes
Hunter 
Hunter