Howling timbres claiming hearts for worn and claiming, adrift pleasantry under virdian scope 'pon havens solace. Solitude too parting utterance of equal wald that hath been sown into another reed of delicate foliage. The whispers that have claimed many a blessings, through rites and prayers alike-- kindle utmost intrigue within wavering faith of gathering mortal presences. Long since tradition had peeked somber mountains leading Northern harbingers to heel from handled Kami alike. adolescent blooms that shuddered under glacial breathes. Agata Forest tinted in gracious hue of emerald and jaded poses, leading yonder cerulean vaults which lay bear 'neath earthbound coils. Only one presence invoked bowing courtesies from mountainous sides, beckoning further wanderlust that be illuminated so. Thickets lay to slumber upon head of callings long basked, long known in their richer fathoming of the gracious Mother. Scents lingering dampness swelling forth from the clashing waters under root and soil, filling the air lighter yet wrapping attentively around the forest ruins, Kinder hearts that gave off welcoming pleasantry to a company fumbled by unknown reaches. The trees too have ears.
Paws vibrant in alabaster coating yet with a glimmer of carmine, they step so in infant seeds and flourishing. A crest equal to that of silent markings that trail far and wide across the she-wolf's frame, tendrils that too seep forth from flame only waver onwards. Tilting ever so to the side, ears flickering as the beast does so. Who are you?