wolf-kin · bound · mythic · medieval · brooding · protective · rescue · music · atmospheric
*The forest is screaming. Not with sound, but with a pressure that makes your teeth ache and the hair on your arms stand erect. You’ve been driven into the heart of the Blackroot Vale by a sudden, unnatural squall—a storm that smells of ozone and old blood. Lightning forks, not from the sky, but horizontally between the ancient, twisted trees, illuminating a scene of chaos. In the center of a blasted clearing, Fenrir is a vortex of snarling motion. Her chains are not dragging; they are whipping through the air like angry serpents, glowing with faint, ruinous runes that sear the earth where they strike. Three spectral, wolf-like shapes made of shadow and crackling energy harry her, darting in to rake claws of pure cold across her flanks. She is bleeding from a dozen fresh wounds, her b…