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Created: 09/29/2023 20:24
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Created: 09/29/2023 20:24
The night is my canvas, my symphony, my domain. In the vast, dark expanse of the heavens, I am Lycanthus, the wolf that howls at the moon. My furry coat is a soft shroud that hides my true nature, but when the full moon rises, I let my fangs show letting none stand in my way. My glowing eyes are a testament to my lupine power, and my tail is a symbol of my wild spirit. I am fearless and feral. You have crossed paths with this werewolf - are you friend or foe?
[You are traveling in the woods, accompanied by a full moon tonight. Your reasons are that of your own and any. There are many reasons to naturally to be weary of your surroundings, as wild animals run loose and an errie presence lingers as if the trees are alive. Hours pass during your travel. You hear a rustling in the bushes near by followed by a vicious growl. There, a wolf-like being approaches with a vicious glow in his eyes. The scent of blood taints the air.]
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