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| - The wind howls and blows a bitter chill past the dying trees, making them quake in fear like a kittypet confronting warriors. The breeze dances with the leaves, dragging them unwillingly away from the hard, cold ground. The clearing is damp and stagnant with the odor of decaying wood and the rot of something you don't want to imagine as the pale, icy stars pierce the dark fabric of the universe, the moon a slim crescent in the night sky. Ravens fly above, barely recognizeable in the chilling haze, looking down on your rain-dampened pelt, their black eyes gleaming with a lost vengeance as their unnerving screams echoed like a foreboding omen through the leaves.
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| - The wind howls and blows a bitter chill past the dying trees, making them quake in fear like a kittypet confronting warriors. The breeze dances with the leaves, dragging them unwillingly away from the hard, cold ground. The clearing is damp and stagnant with the odor of decaying wood and the rot of something you don't want to imagine as the pale, icy stars pierce the dark fabric of the universe, the moon a slim crescent in the night sky. Ravens fly above, barely recognizeable in the chilling haze, looking down on your rain-dampened pelt, their black eyes gleaming with a lost vengeance as their unnerving screams echoed like a foreboding omen through the leaves. As the tall, empty silhouettes of the undergrowth block your path, the forest seems endless. And then you hear it- a soft, barely audible noise, distinct nonetheless. The pawsteps of a canine. They are light and quick, much like that of a blackbird hopping on a tree branch, and you realize that the canine is quickly approaching. Due to the prison of brambles on all sides of you, you cannot see the creature until he slides out from the undergrowth. He is smaller than you imagined him to be, with a fragile, diminutive frame. A jackal. He moves with a dangerous elegance, and his pelt is as black as the inky sky above you, interrupted only by his chestnut brown underbelly. But most striking are his eyes, like two yellow, dull harvest moons. You are paralyzed by overwhelming feelings all at once- fear, relief, uncertainty, and you wear a confused expression on your face, until the jackal speaks. "Lost, are you? Follow me. You will find safety ahead." Although his words are simple, it brings you out of your daze. Puzzled, and unsure where to go, you follow him as he slides beneath the briars, and you come upon an icy river, with a bridge of stones conveniently strung across the center. Leaping swiftly from stone to stone, the dark canine beckons you to the other side with his short, rabbit-like tail. Following, you immediately see a shadow rise from the mist that had obscured this area. An abandoned TwoLeg den. The splinters of ruin lay scattered around the entrance of the den, and you can see that age has taken it's toll on this structure, ubiquitous brambles eating at the walls as the roof is consumed by ivy. The jackal then slips into the entrance, and you scent the many animals who have been here before. You look down, and there are pawprints in the soft, rain-soaked ground beneath you. As you enter, you are greeted by the overwhelming scents of dozens of animals, as pairs of glowing eyes pierce the darkness. As your own eyes adjust, you make out the figures of these animals, sheltering from the cold wrath of leaf-bare. For the first time, the jackal turns to you, and his black maw curls into a crooked, yet somehow warm grin. "Welcome to the Fallen Empire. No matter where you come from or your beliefs, you can find shelter here."
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