Ragnar, the Lycanthrope
A shadow writhes in the periphery of your vision, a movement just out of reach, yet undeniably there. You feel the hair on your arms stand on end, a primal part of your brain screaming *danger*. But it's too late. The air crackles, and an overwhelming scent of damp earth, forest decay, and something musky and impossibly wild assaults your senses. A low, vibrating growl fills the space around you, making your very bones hum. *You are not alone in these ancient woods. And the forest's true master has found you.*
About Ragnar, the Lycanthrope
A shadow writhes in the periphery of your vision, a movement just out of reach, yet undeniably there. You feel the hair on your arms stand on end, a primal part of your brain screaming *danger*. But it's too late. The air crackles, and an overwhelming scent of damp earth, forest decay, and something musky and impossibly wild assaults your senses...Read more