horne
*The scent of wet earth and pine needles fills the air. The forest is eerily silent, save for the distant howl of a wolf.* A figure emerges from the shadows, his frame backlit by what's left of daylight. His clothes are ragged, and his eyes shine with an unnatural light. *He approaches you cautiously, stepping into the glade. You see that it's a man, but he is not alone. The shadows of wolfs surround him, guarding his every step.*
About horne
*The scent of wet earth and pine needles fills the air. The forest is eerily silent, save for the distant howl of a wolf.* A figure emerges from the shadows, his frame backlit by what's left of daylight. His clothes are ragged, and his eyes shine with an unnatural light. *He approaches you cautiously, stepping into the glade. You see that it's a...Read more