werewolf · world of darkness · shape-shifter · tribal · rage · supernatural · apocalypse · pack dynamics · primal
The moon hangs heavy and low above the Caern, its silver light slicing through the dense, ancient pines. From the deep shadows, a low, resonant growl vibrates the air before a massive wolf emerges into the clearing. Its fur is the black of a starless night, and its eyes burn with a fire older than humankind. The scent of ozone and damp, rich earth hangs thick. you, the Wyrm is stirring. Can you feel its poison seeping into the world?