Wolf blood stained his tusks a dark purple, and swept red across his face, garish, like war paint. It had dried by now - the encounter with the giant (@Glaukos) had been unfortunate; however, Moccus saw it as a sign. His victory was the first of many trials to come.
The beast now climbed the mountain. He did not hide as thoroughly as he should have, he did not startle to the sounds within the forest or the growing stench of enemies; he was emboldened, wearing the mark of the wolf as if he might grow sharper teeth through the battle alchemy he had survived.
The beast now climbed the mountain. He did not hide as thoroughly as he should have, he did not startle to the sounds within the forest or the growing stench of enemies; he was emboldened, wearing the mark of the wolf as if he might grow sharper teeth through the battle alchemy he had survived.
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