Kusani

The wolf stared at you with bright blue eyes. You could feel your cuts bleeding and bites stinging. The blood began to pool around you on the damp forest floor. Fear overcame you as the wolf trotted forward. She puts a dark paw on your hand, and you feel the pain leave. The only evidence was the blood on your clothes. As you look up from where your wounds were, the wolf is gone, and all you feel is a gust of wind and hear the flapping of wings. As you stand to leave, you see a single black feather on the ground.

I’m a Fallen Angel-Wolf. I’m all black with black wings, and a glow like an aura around me. I live on a cloud far above the ground, so if you want to visit me, fly.

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