Whitefur Estate

Whitefur Estate

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From a distance, the Whitefur Estate seems to be a hollow place, in dire need of excitement; at night, not much is seen through the thick and sorrow fog. The bridge is the only way to get in, as the moat surrounds Whitefur Manor. The natural, untampered and pure river is outlined with beautiful, green bushes and a variety of roses, sunflowers and many more. The bridge is on the top of it, running through the parting in the garden. Chariots are often seen carrying noblemen who are undoubtedly hoping to forge some sort of alliance. As these noblemen pass the bridge, the personal Whitefur Cemetery is spotted. In front of the manor, a bit to the left, all members of the Noble family have been buried here. The fallen heads of the family are buried in an underground burial crypt, which the small structure which looks like a miniature house leads to, with the stairs appearing as soon as the gate is opened. There are many, many tombstones surrounding the structure, all of which made of smooth marble. Then, as the sun rises and daytime approaches, the giant home of Whitefur is visible in all of it’s glory. Seven chimneys, well over forty windows, and a large double door with stairs leading up to it, the mansion is simply astonishing. The house itself is painted white, and looks brand new. As if it is destroyed and remade, every single day. As the chariot nears the end of its journey, nearly fifty feet from the gate, a very large water well is seen in the parting of the bushes. In it, there is a wolf made of white opal. It is howling, shooting water out of it’s mouth, filling the well with water. Said water is always rippling due to the wolf’s howling, the pattern fading and being refined over and over. As they knock on the door, these noblemen should hope that they do not encounter the Whitefur Demon Wolf that destroys all who oppose the family.
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