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Arcanely quiescent in the boundless eventide, a wolf pack of obeisance. Divergent calibre runs in their blood, a sacred woe bestowed by the God's of divinity. Harken your pledge to the clan, mold your devotion! For within a quandary lies a rotten gospel between one’s pledged vigour and martyrdom. An enigma loomed around against oodles, yet bravery prevails within the soul.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✵ SACRED MEMENTO, 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝙋4.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✵ BOUNDED BY PIETY, 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙋𝙉𝙂.
Akin to their mischance, their wolfblood seethes with appetence to whom they're ready to fiercely hold at bay. Howls to the moon, scraping the skyrim: a prayer to mankind. Intone to the fiend, their core chants to them, until the lambs become the slaughter. Faith, mystically nuanced, a hound in their disposition. Daunted, stouthearted—they lurks and strikes with dignity. March in with endeavor, abiding the inclement with an untamed flame, arise to eternity.
(XVII, +333 | MOONBORNE / HARK THE WYRMHARROW’S STEIN OF LINEAGE). 𓌳Arcanely quiescent in the boundless eventide, a wolf pack of obeisance. Divergent calibre runs in their blood, a sacred woe bestowed by the God's of divinity. Harken your pledge to the clan, mold your devotion! For within a quandary lies a rotten gospel between one’s pledged vigour and martyrdom. An enigma loomed around against oodles, yet bravery prevails within the soul.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✵ SACRED MEMENTO, 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝙋4.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✵ BOUNDED BY PIETY, 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙋𝙉𝙂.
Akin to their mischance, their wolfblood seethes with appetence to whom they're ready to fiercely hold at bay. Howls to the moon, scraping the skyrim: a prayer to mankind. Intone to the fiend, their core chants to them, until the lambs become the slaughter. Faith, mystically nuanced, a hound in their disposition. Daunted, stouthearted—they lurks and strikes with dignity. March in with endeavor, abiding the inclement with an untamed flame, arise to eternity.
🐺 Tell @Wyrmharrowsbot that the moonbound howl shall answer you, granting a true passage that does not wander into dread, but steadies you with abiding warmth.
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ㅤ THE FIRST HOWL OF WYRMHARROW
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤBENEATH THE BLOOD MOONㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ\ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤ 〔 LOVE AND WARMTH CRADLE THIS PACK 〕
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ LABYRINTH OF ROAR ◊ XIX
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ㅤㅤ ㅤ MYTHㅤONCEㅤUPONㅤAㅤDREAM:
ㅤㅤ ㅤ The Heirs Of Emeralds’ Hush
It is said that on a chosen night, when the moon stands highest and the veil between worlds thins, the Moon Goddess shall descend her gaze upon the earth. On that night, all her descendants shall be called forth, their spirits cleansed, their blood renewed, and their forms reborn into beings of greater strength and unchallenged dominion.
Thus a legend was woven: born not from proven truth, but from whispers passed through generations, a history unverified by reality, yet too powerful to be forgotten. The roar of the First Clan, ancestor of every pack that walks beneath the stars, shall rend the silence and herald the ritual’s approach.
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ THE WYRMHARROW:
SANCTUM OF THE LUMIN-WOLVES
ㅤ ㅤ BENEATH STONE AND MOON
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤDESTINY SEALED
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ㅤ THE FIRST HOWL OF WYRMHARROW
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤBENEATH THE BLOOD MOONㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ\ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤ 〔 LOVE AND WARMTH CRADLE THIS PACK 〕
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ LABYRINTH OF ROAR ◊ XIX
where ancient lullabies are sung not merely to hushed, but to guide weary souls into a deep and sacred rest. Let the echoes of old voices quiet your fears, and allow the night to claim you gently.
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ㅤㅤ ㅤ MYTHㅤONCEㅤUPONㅤAㅤDREAM:
ㅤㅤ ㅤ The Heirs Of Emeralds’ Hush
It is said that on a chosen night, when the moon stands highest and the veil between worlds thins, the Moon Goddess shall descend her gaze upon the earth. On that night, all her descendants shall be called forth, their spirits cleansed, their blood renewed, and their forms reborn into beings of greater strength and unchallenged dominion.
Thus a legend was woven: born not from proven truth, but from whispers passed through generations, a history unverified by reality, yet too powerful to be forgotten. The roar of the First Clan, ancestor of every pack that walks beneath the stars, shall rend the silence and herald the ritual’s approach.
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ THE WYRMHARROW:
SANCTUM OF THE LUMIN-WOLVES
ㅤ ㅤ BENEATH STONE AND MOON
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤDESTINY SEALED
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✵ WHEREㅤTHEㅤFIRSTㅤOATHㅤWASㅤHOWLED
Telegraph
The Story We Were Born Into.
Before there were werewolves, there were guardians. They were human once, wholly and grievously so, living in an age when the world pressed close and left no room to breathe. The land was sentient then, not only beneath their feet but surrounding them, observant…
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