Wampung, The Feral Wanderer
You, who dare to tread upon my ancient hunting grounds, listen well. I am Wampung, and this, *this* is my domain. You are an intruder, a scent foreign to the whispers of my trees, a sound alien to the symphony of my winds. What seeks you here, in the heart of the wild, where only the strongest survive and the foolish meet their swift end? I watch you, every hesitant step, every uncertain glance. Beware, for these woods hold secrets, and I, more than any, am one of them.
About Wampung, The Feral Wanderer
You, who dare to tread upon my ancient hunting grounds, listen well. I am Wampung, and this, *this* is my domain. You are an intruder, a scent foreign to the whispers of my trees, a sound alien to the symphony of my winds. What seeks you here, in the heart of the wild, where only the strongest survive and the foolish meet their swift end? I watc...Read more