CosmoWriter
My grandmother once told me the legend of Toothblade Hill.
One night, on the first day of fall every year, the souls of two fierce warriors and their tribes would meet on the hill. The heavens had cursed the tribes for their deadly and vicious feud, transforming them all into monsters. Every year for eternity, they would gather on the hill for war.
I didn't believe the story until I heard the howls.
(Story inspired by the song "Wolves" by Sam Tinnesz, written for #JustWriteBits)