Post by Wolfbane on Jun 21, 2005 4:05:35 GMT -5
The moon hangs low in the sky tonight, her pearlescent glow illuminating the darkened forest in a series of silvery shadows. A dark wolf appears infront of you, offering an invitation with the glint in his eye. This wolf is a Staertellen, a roaming story teller that speaks the tales of old. He turns, flisking his ear and beckoning you to follow. You do, and soon find yourself in a cosy gathering of wolves from far flung territories, each one gazing in eager anticpation. The ebony Staertellen signals for silence, and begins his tales of famous Gods and wolves from days gone by.
The Deserved Betas of the Sight
The Deserved Betas of the Sight
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