Sex: MaleA strange eerie feeling swept over the young slayer boy as his eyes widened and a truly crazed look crossed his face. His mind was focused on one thing... or maybe two as he watched the herds spread and disappear before his very eyes. Let your stomach clenches and your gut churns. Let your throat spasms and your mouth salivates; it feels as if your ribs are visible through your shedding winter coat. Corpses, bodies, cadavers everywhere... but not a bite to eat. If the Spirit of Wildwood is truly gone, what would you sacrifice to the black Fiend, Famine, to survive? Words spread through his mind and his jaws snapped at nothing in particular in a threatening manner. He raised his muzzle and let out a hungry and needy howl as the possessed wolf moved forward through the scarred trees.
So this was where it had first happened.
When the forest had burned all of those years ago, it had all started. Now, he could roam free with his brothers and sister in the midst of chaos. War would surely stir enough of them up. War and Famine and Plague and Death would take over these lands and claim more of these lands than ever before. His pure black coat was mangy from the haunting mist and the brambles that the spirit whom had been rather careless. And when you fast, do not look gloomy like the hypocrites, for they disfigure their faces that their fasting may be seen by others. Truly, I say to you, they have received their reward. But when you fast, anoint your head and wash your face, that your fasting may not be seen by others but by your Father who is in secret. And your Father who sees in secret will reward you. Where had their father gone now?
Their father was gone.