On approaching your foster father after the nights carnage, you noticed a red wolf gnawing his remains. In revulsion you shouted, and ran towards the beast picking and hurling a small stone. Your aim was true, striking the creature on the nose. Yelping, the wolf glances at you, it's attacker, before skulking into the darkness of the woods... On reaching Gorion, you noticed that the wolf had worried his right hand. It was bare of flesh. Gorions rings, skin and sinew stripped by sharp canines...
Hastily burying your father, you forget the wolf... But your sleep is disturbed by memories of red teeth... The red eyes in the brush and the soft trespass of padded feet... Howls fill your nights and drag like claws across your soul...
Tonight the moon waxes full... Yet it's meager light gives no comfort. No hope. Only shadow and dark...
The howling continues...
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Thought you may like to read my addition to my bio.
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Hastily burying your father, you forget the wolf... But your sleep is disturbed by memories of red teeth... The red eyes in the brush and the soft trespass of padded feet... Howls fill your nights and drag like claws across your soul...
Tonight the moon waxes full... Yet it's meager light gives no comfort. No hope. Only shadow and dark...
The howling continues...
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Thought you may like to read my addition to my bio.
And then Anduin was a Vampiric Wolf.
That's what you get for clubbing the poor guy over the head when he's not looking.