What an unfortunate thing.

Deep anguish radiates as it moves along in a silent creep, a constant hollow echo from down in its throat is the only sound that it produces. Skin from the wolves, the body of a man woven into the empty coat, deformed and broken to fit in the long drape. Its senses are dulled, but it remembers the pain, so it hunts with a keen sense for magic.




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