The full moon shimmered and glowed in the bleak night. The glistening stars could hardly be seen as thick layers of mist had blocked them, and the frail light was now completely gone.
Wolves howled in sync, as clouds had gradually departed away from the luminous gleam the moon had let down upon the reticent timber.
Their grey, shiny fur was illuminated in the light as they stealthily crept through the forest, their paws collided onto the surface without a sound.
Numerous contrasting eyes blazed as the creatures raced through the silenced forest. Branches swayed along with the supple breeze, as other animals stared longingly at the majestic beasts from a safe radius, careful not to be seen.
Wary of the attention they had received, the reticent and experienced creatures snarled, as they scared away the curious forest animals that had dashed away to find shelter before the hunters could raid them.
The large pack had continued their trip, boosting their already incredibly agile speed, as they followed behind the leading alphas.
A tiny cub couldn't catch up, about to be left behind, but a mauve purple-haired man had easily swept the infant into his arms, as he ran behind the pack.
Pulling out his whip, he let the broad string wrap around a tall branch, as he elevated from the surface, swinging across the racing wolves and landing swiftly beside the alphas, giving them a quick smirk before letting the cub down and leaping off once again, into the distance where an isolated village had resided.
"Chief!" The man called out into the main yurt, the largest one on the meadow. A shadow sat in front of the frolicking and playful fire as the old man's figure reflected in the man's captivating amethyst eyes.
"We searched the area, chief."
"What did you see?"
The chief's voice was hoarse and low as the man returned him with a smile,
"Mortals."
The chief was now interested, leaning against the old fabric of the yurt to listen more intently.
"They seem to be searching for the legendary sword, Sïlver."
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Sïlver
Adventure[COMPLETED] { Book one of the Sïlver trilogy } 'What words, fighting for your kingdom? More like fighting for yourself.' At the young age of 14, Xenovix's existence was labelled a crime-or was he the definition of crime itself? Determined to change...
