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Beyond the White Mountains, deep into the Snow Lands where the frozen plains give way to a shadowed forest, an ancient darkness stirs. For Fe'lil and her brother, Fey'lin, life in Canista's Woods has always been bound to the rhythms of the...
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Fe'lil's eyes burned with unbridled rage as her jaws snapped shut with a sickening crunch. Across from her, Fay'lin staggered, blood staining his fur as he pawed frantically at where his ear had been. His once familiar form shimmered strangely in the dappled forest light, something unsettlingly wrong in the twist of his posture, the gleam in his eyes, "Show yourself!" Fe'lil's voice tore through the silence, her barks echoing between the ancient trees. "You aren't Fay'lin!" Her demand resonated, and as the echo faded, his wa'akkir form shattered like fragile glass. An ashen figure slumped to the ground in front of her, the forest shadows clinging to him as if he'd risen from the earth itself. Fe'lil pounced, pressing one paw hard into his shoulder and the other against his muzzle, her teeth bared, "What have you done to him?" she snarled, the pain in her voice barely hidden beneath her fury. "He trusted you. I trusted you. Where is his body?" The imposter's eyes flashed with a cold, dark malice as his face stretched into a crazed grin. He rasped a single word:
"Devoured."
Fe'lil's heart lurched, and for a moment, her strength faltered. Her mind felt empty. Alone. A cold wind blew through the caverns that were once full of a certain presence, and nothing stirred, "Fey?"
