the wandering wolf and the nightmare complex

Wolfenblood - Harshlands

To smell, to touch, to taste, these things comprised him , wolfenblood, and his senses tingled with newfound energy as he hovered on the expanse of light and dark, his path had been set since the beginning, he mused his spirit disrupted, his soul, broken by the intensity of his own folly.



Wolves of the nightmare part one. Wolfenblood and death reminiscence.

He had grown as a pup, taught by his father to fear the wraiths, his mother was never there, slain by the beasts, for the untamed, only two fighting routes lay open; be a barbarian or a venomancer, even then those two professions were limited by birth, never had there been a female barbarian or otherwise.
He could smell his own blood, that wonderful copper filled scent and he relaxed as death began to claim him, here in perfect world. How had it come to this? Why do we always fight? The answer came to him then. We fight to die. That is the only inevitable outcome right? Case in point, he was dying. He tried to recall his foe but instead of the all-powerful demon most likely waiting for his last breath, through his gray and pallid eyes came a memory of the first meaningful wraith he had ever slain………..

It had been a quest of vengeance, as the harsh winter air of the deep pines in the thousand wood ridge greeted his fur he strode in without hesitance. He bore on his back a pair of hammers that required great strength to wield, strength he held in his muscular wolf barbarian form. The snow crunched under his deerskin boots like the crunching of a wolverine upon dry hyena bones that were too brittle to even digest. The air hit his chest in thunderous squalls whilst the cloudy skies overhead offered little protection against the reality of a snowstorm. Soon enough snow began to fall in sheets, like the certain denial of life these flecks of cold flew down. He was ringed by a halo of snow atop his shoulders as he trudged through wearily. He stopped made camp at the base of a massive pine tree and witnessed a blademaster human also making camp. ”greetings!” he said while the blademaster eyed him warily. “tell me you interested in dueling me?” wolfenblood asked. The blademaster politely declined and went about his way while wolfenblood made his way deeper into this frozen pit of hell.
Later off to his right he heard a rustle, he brought his hammers out ready for an attack and sure enough it came quickly, too quickly! All he recalled was a flash of white before he descended into darkness. He awoke later in timberfield, barely aware that the blademaster he had so curtly challenged had just saved his rather meager life from the hands of a mysterious wraith known as the snow hare.

Kyna - Lost City

How dramatic, you know... I really wasn't expecting a snow hare... lol. Those things are pure evil I tell you. I remember the first time I saw one I just saw this guy kill it and I was like O.o oh no! You killed the bunny! xD when he said it attacked him I was like pssshhh yeah right...

Then I got attacked by one x_x

That's what this reminded me of lol