|| ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴴᴬᶻᴱ ||
One day it came. A thick fog, fuming a dirty white color. It didn't smell of anything but fear. It stank with fear. It sounded like winds that whistled everynight, it looked like poison gas. But it was far worse. Not a single wolf knew of it, so in the morning, when the soft pastel sky touched the brim of the tall pines, the large Alpha male stepped up to his perch, towering above his peers, and for once in his life had a look of confusion. He was not worried, but he was so puzzled about the presence that he had to take a moment to suubside from his perch, and he elegantly walked away, leaving the always sure pack members hesitant.
A Fighter stepped up, a fighter built of copper furs and golden heart. The emerging crowd pushed as the larger brute cleared a path through the anxious wolves, outside breaming with bravery, inside filled with anxiety. The large cloud of smoke dared him to come into its doors, and of course a fighter would never back down his challenge. He pushed through the fumes, inhaling the gasses and taking large looks of what it looked like.
He was fine after he came out, a little soggy from the mists, but other than that fine. The wolves shrugged and returned to daily life. Hunters swapped out hunting times, mothers watched the clumsy pups frolick around, and the hunter returned with no symptoms to his den. His blue eyes stared at the wall, suddenly a migrane emerged in his head. His teeth started the grow longer, his blue eyes lost the pupils, and foam errupted from his mouth. He started snarling. Hurling through his den, he found his first target, a female. Sinking his teeth into her scruff, the nasty venom pulsed through her veins. She shreiked, and when the Alpha herd, he emmersed from his den, alarmed, and saw who it was. It was Blithe, the fighter that dared to go into the mist. He had become mad, and Alpha was not about to let his clan die.
A blood curdeling howl was let out. Blithe dropped the female and returned all of his attention to the howl. He turned and raced away into the night, leaving the female alone with the Alpha.
And so this is the story of the mist. Every blue eyed wolf becomes infected by another wolf with blue eyes. If a blue-eyed wolf bites another normal wolf, their eyes turn blue. You can't tell if a wolf is infected until sunset.
A Fighter stepped up, a fighter built of copper furs and golden heart. The emerging crowd pushed as the larger brute cleared a path through the anxious wolves, outside breaming with bravery, inside filled with anxiety. The large cloud of smoke dared him to come into its doors, and of course a fighter would never back down his challenge. He pushed through the fumes, inhaling the gasses and taking large looks of what it looked like.
He was fine after he came out, a little soggy from the mists, but other than that fine. The wolves shrugged and returned to daily life. Hunters swapped out hunting times, mothers watched the clumsy pups frolick around, and the hunter returned with no symptoms to his den. His blue eyes stared at the wall, suddenly a migrane emerged in his head. His teeth started the grow longer, his blue eyes lost the pupils, and foam errupted from his mouth. He started snarling. Hurling through his den, he found his first target, a female. Sinking his teeth into her scruff, the nasty venom pulsed through her veins. She shreiked, and when the Alpha herd, he emmersed from his den, alarmed, and saw who it was. It was Blithe, the fighter that dared to go into the mist. He had become mad, and Alpha was not about to let his clan die.
A blood curdeling howl was let out. Blithe dropped the female and returned all of his attention to the howl. He turned and raced away into the night, leaving the female alone with the Alpha.
And so this is the story of the mist. Every blue eyed wolf becomes infected by another wolf with blue eyes. If a blue-eyed wolf bites another normal wolf, their eyes turn blue. You can't tell if a wolf is infected until sunset.
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