Character name: Somnes
How long your character has been in Relic Lore: since December 2024
Post prompt response:
February 11th; Dusk, Few Clouds, -0.49° F, -18.05° C.
The last bits of Winter's chill seeped through the dense fog that hung heavy over the backwater. Gnarled trees stretched their skeletal branches skyward. Somnes, whose dark figure had grown gaunt, breathed as if he were mumbling in ghostly whispers. The murky waters were half-frozen. In places where the ice had cracked, ripples swept across the stagnant pools.
The dark wolf padded through the copse, his paws squelching in the slush. He shook himself, but Relic Lore's debris clung to him, a reminder of his journey's toll. His pale eyes gleamed despite the weariness that pulled at his limbs.
He was an outsider, a lone wolf by necessity rather than choice. A pack represented strength, camaraderie, and warmth—everything his solitary existence lacked. He hoped tonight that would change.
Somnes paused at the edge of a frozen pond. Ahead, faint paw prints led deeper into the heart of the dead forest. He took a deep breath, drawing the scents of decay and life into his lungs. This was it—the threshold to a new beginning or a swift end.
With a rumbling growl, he tipped his muzzle to the sky and let out a howl that echoed through the twisted branches. It was a call, a plea, and a declaration all at once. His voice resonated with the ancient longing of a creature seeking a place to belong.
Moments stretched into eternity as the murk held its breath. Then, from the shadows, a pair of bright eyes emerged. There was no mistaking that this was a Leader, cloaked in the backwater's eerie shroud.
Somnes dipped his head, his heart pounding in his chest. "I come in search of refuge."
In the silence that followed, Somnes felt the world shift around him. The empress trees seemed to brace themselves. The dark currents of Heartleaf Creek seemed to whisper of ascension and transformation.
"Please," his voice was steadier this time. "I will do whatever it takes for a tiny taste of your Eden." He bowed his head, his tail falling limp at his heels. "I learn quickly and adapt with ease. In return, I offer my service and counsel. I am dedicated to a deity and also offer my prayers for your affluence to them."
How long your character has been in Relic Lore: since December 2024
Post prompt response:
February 11th; Dusk, Few Clouds, -0.49° F, -18.05° C.
The last bits of Winter's chill seeped through the dense fog that hung heavy over the backwater. Gnarled trees stretched their skeletal branches skyward. Somnes, whose dark figure had grown gaunt, breathed as if he were mumbling in ghostly whispers. The murky waters were half-frozen. In places where the ice had cracked, ripples swept across the stagnant pools.
The dark wolf padded through the copse, his paws squelching in the slush. He shook himself, but Relic Lore's debris clung to him, a reminder of his journey's toll. His pale eyes gleamed despite the weariness that pulled at his limbs.
He was an outsider, a lone wolf by necessity rather than choice. A pack represented strength, camaraderie, and warmth—everything his solitary existence lacked. He hoped tonight that would change.
Somnes paused at the edge of a frozen pond. Ahead, faint paw prints led deeper into the heart of the dead forest. He took a deep breath, drawing the scents of decay and life into his lungs. This was it—the threshold to a new beginning or a swift end.
With a rumbling growl, he tipped his muzzle to the sky and let out a howl that echoed through the twisted branches. It was a call, a plea, and a declaration all at once. His voice resonated with the ancient longing of a creature seeking a place to belong.
Moments stretched into eternity as the murk held its breath. Then, from the shadows, a pair of bright eyes emerged. There was no mistaking that this was a Leader, cloaked in the backwater's eerie shroud.
Somnes dipped his head, his heart pounding in his chest. "I come in search of refuge."
In the silence that followed, Somnes felt the world shift around him. The empress trees seemed to brace themselves. The dark currents of Heartleaf Creek seemed to whisper of ascension and transformation.
"Please," his voice was steadier this time. "I will do whatever it takes for a tiny taste of your Eden." He bowed his head, his tail falling limp at his heels. "I learn quickly and adapt with ease. In return, I offer my service and counsel. I am dedicated to a deity and also offer my prayers for your affluence to them."
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