February 28, 2025, 02:48 AM
(This post was last modified: February 28, 2025, 02:48 AM by Erebos.)
erebos slips through trees with breath low and baited. the scent of prey lingered, and he sought to follow. patience was the hunter’s blade.
paws pressing firm into damp earth, leaving heavy tracks in the frost. ears flicking, listening. the forest breathed around him—branches creaking, distant rustle of movement. nothing close. not yet.
he exhales, mist curling from his nose. scents were layered—old trails, fading prints. he filters through them, picking apart the freshest thread.
paws pressing firm into damp earth, leaving heavy tracks in the frost. ears flicking, listening. the forest breathed around him—branches creaking, distant rustle of movement. nothing close. not yet.
he exhales, mist curling from his nose. scents were layered—old trails, fading prints. he filters through them, picking apart the freshest thread.
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red dot - by Erebos - February 28, 2025, 02:48 AM
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