The following story is rated M for Mature contents including, but not limited to, Drug Uses, Excessive Languages, Violence, Blood/Gore, Sexual Content, etc. Reader discretion is advised.
Blood Moon
(cwlee & isabella1503)
The entire forest gleamed with the dew of the morning light, enchanting the forest in a near blinding paradise. Day animals came to awaken following the thunderstorm the night prior, their soundly slumber disturbed by the thunderous claps. Among the valleys on the edge of the forest, the river flowed gently as a Half-Elf named, Ianelor, wandered about.
The Half-Elf was dressed in carefully woven fabric made of plants, likely of vines, green leaves decorating his outwear instead of shining jewelry. He knelt by the flowing stream as he came to take a sip of the water before immediately spitting it out in utter disgust.
"Poisoned!" the Half-Elf cried out wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Something had gone wrong as the water should not have been poisoned. Ianelor had scouted up and down the river hundreds of times, never mind the fact that the forest was under the protection of the druids. Regardless, poisoned water likely meant a larger threat upstream.
The Half-Elf's lips quivered as a spell escaped his tongue before his humanoid body began to morph. His face extended greatly until they turned into a snout as every hair on his body thickened and lengthened extremely until his entire body was completely brown fur. Entirely, the Half-Elf shapeshifted into that of a dire wolf, the only remainder of his true self being his emerald green eyes.
Upon transformation, Ianelor howled into the morning sky as he began to trot up the stream in search of the origin of the disease. Several wolves came to escort Ianelor, assuming the worst circumstances. However, how much could a pack of wolves do against something greater than the forest, Ianelor wondered.
The forest was ill, the druid sensed it. He picked up his pace as the river seemed unaware of its own illness. However, the further up the stream he traveled, he soon began to see deceased animals, poisoned from the water. The wolf druid growled in frustration as he kept heading on.
For about several more minutes as Ianelor traveled, the atmosphere felt to physically change, causing every hair on Ianelor's body to stand in alert. The serene feeling of the forest came to pass away as a darker, more sinister aura came to possess. He and his pack came to halt in their tracks as they perceived their surroundings. Everything looked calm, even the poisoned river itself, but Ianelor knew that the forest was somehow in danger.
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