Eclipse (WIP)

Eclipse (WIP)

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In the forests of California, Many may stare at the beauty that lay in its forests, but it is true when one looks not at the big picture...but rather the smaller things... does the forest tell stories of forgotten past. A past whose cry still echoes in the trees. From the tunnels of a Kingdom left to ruin... that lays just under your feet. To the cries of loss and victory in the night. If you thought the tales of man kind's Rulers and Conquest were something to be in wonder about... then truly the Tales of The Eclipse Forrest... is something you may have to dig into. But be warned... not all stories... lay on the surface (based on places within Yosemite National Park in California)
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Fire Fox

It's dangerous to leave fire going while leaving camp. But some people just don't care, why come camp out in the woods in the first place? Whatever the answer is, I hope you're happy. A mystical forest is said to hold spirits of the ancient animals that once lived there, many creatures roam the forest. Some humans wish to see said beings, though they never are able to. Said for one family who decided to try and ended up with nothing, they didn't think about putting out their campfire. A young fox happened to roam where they had just left, seeing the red and orange flames dance in the blackened wood. It got closer and closer, not knowing the dangers. A simple pop and the poor baby fox's fur was set to flames, or ran frantically to get them to go away, but its efforts weren't enough, it simply burned to death, turning into ashes. It's soup now roams the forest, its body made entirely of flames, see as its journey takes him much farther than anticipated. What will come of this young fox? Will it accept its knew life or become impure like the Unrien, darkened souls that leak dangers during the night.

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