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J'shefi is Owned by Howl and has made 2 Chapters and 2 Stories
Rank: Keeper of Souls Slums
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The moonlight shines through the trees. They cannot stop. Many things to do. They're late. Oh so very, very late. The Wolf hurries along. Plants attach themselves to the wolf. They had always enjoyed the plants company. The plants don't hate them for being them. They're peaceful. Even the carnivorous plants. The wolf finds comfort as the vines and flowers wind themselves into their white fur. They twist and turn through the forest. The are already late and they must make it. They could not miss it. Hurry, hurry. 

A light breeze makes its way through the trees but the wolf does not feel the chill. Their fur far too long and thick to be penetrated but such a light blow of wind despite how cold it was. They could feel it. The forest was sick. The plants and tree whisper to them. They whisper about a sickness. Something was infecting the flora. The forest felt weaker and weaker as they walked. They were close. The plants become quiet now, only the trees dare to speak with the wolf. The air is heavy. Fog has rolled in yet it shouldn't have. The area feels dead. It feels wrong almost as though it is rotting in decay. It felt sick, ill. 

J'shefi does not escape the fog for quite some time. When they did they were not the same. Mustn't speak of it. Terrible terrible things it did. It poisoned the forest. Sucking it's life force. Draining it dry. J'shefi could not allow it, would not allow it. Yet J'shefi did not manage. J'shefi failed. It drove them from their home. The animals fled. The tree's succumbed to the beast's evil and the plants began to decay with such a stench that could be smelt for miles. 

They barely remember what it's like to have a home now. Their homes have a habit of kicking them out. They were never wanted by wolves. They sigh before forcing out those dead memories. The past was history and dead, it should stay that way. J'shefi fled to an unknown land as far as they could possibly manage. They fled for their lives. They all did. 

J'shefi ends up in some ruins. Yes, yes this shall be home. It calls to them. It feels like that which was lost. It is nice, it smells completely different to that horrible rancid smell many months ago now. The plants here a different but he understands them just the same. They wander the ruined halls searching for the perfect den spot. Ah! Perhaps there? Oh, oh no definitely not there. Too mouldy. They like plants and fungi too but they did prefer the finer things in life like non mouldy damp sleeping spots. They wander deeper into the ruins finally finding a spot covered and not welcomed by the damp mould. There it shall be there. J'shefi lays down against the wall. Since when had they properly slept? It's comfortable and his flowers are happy with the spot. They yawn. Sleep would be wonderful yet they are too alert to fall into a deep slumber. This is a new area who knows what beasties lurk in the dark.