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(XVII, +333 | MOONBORNE / HARK THE WYRMHARROW’S STEIN OF LINEAGE). 𓌳
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.

🐺 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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ㅤㅤ WHISPER OF THE FROSTBOUND HOWL
ㅤㅤ VII: Shadows Claim the Ridge Under
ㅤㅤ Cracked Moonlight. "In Moonborne Howls"

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ 🐺 ━━━━━━━━━━
ㅤ ㅤㅤ |Dragged the bold one back slow
ㅤ ㅤㅤ |under stars. Buried bones deep by
ㅤ |the creek bend. Slunk back to
ㅤ ㅤㅤ |shadows earned. Waited patient for
ㅤ ㅤㅤ |next fools chasing wild. ✼

VOL XVII: .. Moon cracked open first, pines choked the path tight, slipped out silent with yellow fire eyes. Frost bit deep but paws pushed harder. Humans huddled small with fire dying low. One stood tall foolish with iron in hand. Lunged clumsy into the black. Teeth met throat quick and final, rest scattered screaming into night traps?

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ㅤ 〔 IMPERCEPTIBLE 〕🤩.. (01:17)

The wolf moves through the world with a quiet assurance, never hurrying, never seeking leave. It understands the delicate balance between solitude and loyalty, knowing when to stand alone and steadfast, and when to run with the pack. There is something effortlessly formidable in the way a wolf observes ere it acts, eyes keen, instincts keener still. It does not pursue clamor nor crave validation; it trusts the rhythm that is its own by nature. In a landscape ever shifting, the wolf adapts without surrendering its identity, bearing strength not in loud display, but in measured restraint and unwavering focus.

ㅤMORE THAN A MERE EMBLEM OF POWER .. /
ㅤ THE WOLF SIGNIFIES FREEDOM
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ TEMPERED BY BOUNDS (&.)
ㅤCOURAGE GUIDED BY PURPOSE

It knows that survival is not wrought by being the loudest nor the fiercest at all hours, but by choosing the proper hour to move. The wolf teaches that true strength may dwell in silence, and leadership need not always stand at the fore. It may linger in the shadows, guarding unseen. In its presence lies a reminder that to be different is no frailty. It is an edge well honed by trial, and borne with quiet confidence.

• ────── 🌑 @TheWyrmharrow.
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Eclipse born hush enfolds the gloaming, wolves convene beneath the umbral firmament, pelts brushed by silver dusk, golden-eye sentinels gleaming with ancient vow and feral grace. ｡*　　+　 　＊

   〔 𝖫𝖴𝖭𝖠𝖱-𝖡𝖮𝖴𝖭𝖣.𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗅𝖿 〕
   ㅤ𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍’𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾,
   ㅤ𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾,
   ㅤ𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍
   ㅤ𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗒, 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇.

DREADED HOWL RESOUNDETH
( 🤩 I The reek of damp earth & warm blood)
⟜ • • 🐺 1/17, The wild moon-bound beast.

Resonant howls embroider the heavens, myriad hearts attuned to one pulse unyielding, primeval. THE DUSKBLADE REGENT surge untamed vigor surmounting dread, alchemy of instinct and kinship refining resolve. ＊ 　 ｡*　　+
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                   THE MOONWROUGHT LINEAGE
                 WHEN TWILIGHT BLEEDS
                       INTO THE MARROW.
                 🤩  .. The Wolf Emerges.

{ By blood once sworn, by fire made fast. No savage cry, no hollow name } For   ..  ‘neath dusk’s veil the oath doth last, a watchful soul, in dusk enflame.' When twilight falleth upon the glade, and moonbeams stitch the silent sky, there stirreth a vow in shadow laid, where ancient hearts and spirits lie.
          
     

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"BENEATH THE HUSHED BOUGHS"
迷宫般的 ／.. 🌕

Where moonlight bleedeth pale upon the fir, there dwelleth a hidden covenant wolves unchronicled by mortal lore. By day, they walk among howls humankind, cloaked in borrowed names and gentle breath, golden eyes dimmed to silence the beast within. Yet in their veins sleepeth an ancient benediction flesh that may yield to fang, bone that remembereth thunder, and blood sworn to the moon. Each blessing is etched in pain, for strength is born of agony, and the gift of shape is paid in tearing sinew and burning marrow.

FROM SHADOWED PINES,
THE GOLD-EYED WOLF AWAKENS /

• ──────  🐺 (1/02.) - VOLS

MOON-BOUND, HEART CARRIED
IN SILENCE (&.)
THE MOONWROUGHT LINEAGE

When night ascendeth and the moon waxeth cruel and full, blood awakeneth and sorrow findeth voice Skin rendeth, hearts roar, and the forest boweth as claws meet earth in sacred torment. Still, mercy lingereth in their watchful gaze, for though wolves they become, their souls remain tethered to the fragile world of men. Thus they endure in shadow guardians unseen, saints of fang and grief bearing the moon as both crown and curse, howling not for hunger, but for the ache of loving what must never know them.

ㅤ 𖤌 GILDED HOWL, THE CHRONOKEEPER /
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ CASSIUS WYRMHARROW ㅤ
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