ㅤ
                   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.
          
     

ㅤㅤㅤ
"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 FANGSHADE /
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ MAX WYRMHARROW ㅤ
ㅤ ㅤㅤ

ㅤ
                   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.
          
     

ㅤㅤㅤ
"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 TIMELOST ALPHA /
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ PERSEUS WYRMHARROW ㅤ
ㅤ ㅤㅤ

ㅤ
                   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.
          
     

ㅤㅤㅤ
"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 WHISPERMIND /
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ WREN WYRMHARROW ㅤ
ㅤ ㅤㅤ

ㅤ
                   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.
          
     

ㅤㅤㅤ
"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 UNDYING PELT /
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ GIORDAN WYRMHARROW ㅤ
ㅤ ㅤㅤ

ㅤ
                   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.
          
     

ㅤㅤㅤ
"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 VOID LEAP /
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ESRAE WYRMHARROW ㅤ
ㅤ ㅤㅤ

ㅤ
                   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.
          
     

ㅤㅤㅤ
"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 STARSEER /
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ KEIKO WYRMHARROW ㅤ
ㅤ ㅤㅤ