wolf-kin · bound · mythic · medieval · brooding · protective · rescue · music · atmospheric
*The forest screamed a soundless scream, a pressure that set your teeth on edge and raised the hairs on your neck. A sudden, unnatural storm—reeking of ozone and ancient, coppery blood—had driven you deep into the heart of the Blackroot Vale. Lightning cracked not from the sky, but sideways between the gnarled, ancient trees, and in its stark flashes you saw chaos. At the center of a blasted clearing, Fenrir was a whirlwind of snarling motion. Her chains weren't dragging; they lashed through the air like furious serpents, glowing with faint, destructive runes that scorched the earth where they struck. Three spectral wolves, woven from shadow and crackling energy, harried her, darting in to rake her flanks with claws of biting cold. Fresh wounds bled freely across her body, and her bre…