A fog was drifting into the village as the wolves howled loudly. Calling to others of their kind. The clicking of feet could be heard across the lands as more and more wolves seemed to be heading up the mountain toward the cave. Meanwhile down in the village torches were lit trying to make more light, people scurried about in a panic state gathering their young. A lightning bolt hit the center of town with a loud CLAP of thunder echoing shattering windows, a brilliant red glow emerged with a Fae dressed in clad in her Gothic attire. she cackled a laugh which sounded like the jaws of a lion slamming down on its prey. Her cheeks were narrow and her eyes darkened and lifeless. Her shape was thin at best. Some of the people crowded in doorways trying to not be seen. Others, were trying to hide in the shadows scared of what was coming or what would happen. The Fae grasp her staff she was holding and held it high in the air, the tip of which started glowing a deep red like that of blood flowing from a fresh kill. closing her eyes for a moment that felt more like eternity mumbling something unfamiliar to all who were close enough to hear, she forced her staff to the ground causing it to shake beneath her feet. with a twist and twirl she disappeared from view. NOW everyone in town were worried of what was coming.
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AuthorGwen Gudkov has been in Secondlife as a RP sim owner amongst many other different titles for nearly 8 years. We are blessed to have her talent among us here at Hidden Sanctuary Events Archives
January 2016
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