they were always a happy place. a bakery was a place where a Timber Dwarf's
hunger would be satisfied at all the delicious treats. horrors never occured at such
places, for they were always happy moments. the laughter of those small creatures on
their way to the warm smells were never to be forgotten.

hunger would be satisfied at all the delicious treats. horrors never occured at such
places, for they were always happy moments. the laughter of those small creatures on
their way to the warm smells were never to be forgotten.
You had just been told to run to the bakery and pick what you wanted to eat. That was it.
But where were you now? You had merely taken a shortcut through an alley; and now a vast
forest surrounded you. You felt at home; you felt wild. But where was your loyal human, your owner, your companion?
After years of your heritage living in the wild, you felt an awkward feeling of being here. You knew this place. Your parent's old tive had lived here, and you felt once more at home. But your human was nowhere in sight. It was said the forest was haunted, and no way out except for reality. But what is reality? Staying here and becoming wild, accepting the fate; or try to make your way back, and find some friends to help?
Because when your lost in reality, anything could go wrong.
But where were you now? You had merely taken a shortcut through an alley; and now a vast
forest surrounded you. You felt at home; you felt wild. But where was your loyal human, your owner, your companion?
After years of your heritage living in the wild, you felt an awkward feeling of being here. You knew this place. Your parent's old tive had lived here, and you felt once more at home. But your human was nowhere in sight. It was said the forest was haunted, and no way out except for reality. But what is reality? Staying here and becoming wild, accepting the fate; or try to make your way back, and find some friends to help?
Because when your lost in reality, anything could go wrong.