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Main plot by Xcon299
⋅Ϯӊҙ⋅ʀҙʂʂʊʀҙϲϮɪϕҋ⋅Ϯӊҙ⋅ʀҙʂʂʊʀҙϲϮɪϕҋ⋅Ϯӊҙ⋅ʀҙʂʂʊʀҙϲϮɪϕҋ⋅Ϯӊҙ⋅ʀҙʂʂʊʀҙϲϮɪϕҋ⋅Ϯӊҙ⋅ʀҙʂʂʊʀҙϲϮɪϕҋ⋅Ϯӊҙ⋅ʀҙʂʂʊʀҙϲϮɪϕҋ⋅
▪{Plot}▪{Rules}▪{Skelly}▪{Accepted Profiles/Character List}▪{Reserved}▪{Reserved}▪
▪{Plot}▪{Rules}▪{Skelly}▪{Accepted Profiles/Character List}▪{Reserved}▪{Reserved}▪
[Plot // Slots]
Serrated blades of wind sang through the trees, high and fierce shrieks in the gathering gale. The sky was bloody with fire, glowings streaks painted onto the enroaching darkness.
He frowned. The beautiful colours were marred by a sickly grey film, fog blown over from the nearby settlement. A moment later, a small shape detached itself from behind a cloud, and a faint whirring of modern machinery was barely detectable to his ears. Disgust. Loathing. Etched onto his face and deep in his eyes.
He pulled his bowstring, hearing the breeze whistle past taut wood and sinew. Aimed. Almost released it, but was momentarily reminded of how futile it was.
Of course, he was powerless against the creeping terror of the modern world. But there was one who wasn't...
From the {POV} of a clan member.
Far beyond the reaches of the modern sprawl, the rumours are stirring again. Word of an ancient clan arises, with sinister motives unbeknownst to those in the safety of their cities. But when the people start disappearing, some fear that something more than lost lives will be in store.
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