02-03-2022, 01:22 PM
The forest next door was dubbed as Ripperwood, she wasn't sure who coined the name or how the knowledge came to be.. But Desdemona realized she never truly visited it, despite the forest that could easily become a hunting ground. It gave off a murky feel, especially as the dread winter was bringing to a foggy era. The snowfalls were lessening, the skies remained into a gray and many of the wolves that held into Empyrean continued to stick out like sore thumbs. A reliance, on the more light-colored of them all. But, it wasn't the biggest struggle, and hunting continued onwards in peace as gradually the youngest of them all was also learning the ways.
She noticed one of the trees were oozing, and held a wariness if someone injured was around. Yet there was no smell of blood, and the lack of smell of any within this riparian forest. How unusual, she thought, coming closer as it looked like a claw mark but it wasn't exactly fresh, like a wolf passing by and stretched upon a tree. It oozed in red, smelled like the sap of any other tree..
Yet it was red.
How curious, she thought, looking closely at it.
She noticed one of the trees were oozing, and held a wariness if someone injured was around. Yet there was no smell of blood, and the lack of smell of any within this riparian forest. How unusual, she thought, coming closer as it looked like a claw mark but it wasn't exactly fresh, like a wolf passing by and stretched upon a tree. It oozed in red, smelled like the sap of any other tree..
Yet it was red.
How curious, she thought, looking closely at it.
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