text: Note: As you will see the character's here are partly taken from League of Legends. Right now I have no own creation to take their place, nor do I know if I want to change that. Since I will probably never really publish this story, I wanted to share it with you lot. To get some feedback. &#x200B; Alone he wandered through the forest. No moon, no stars were seen. The distant howling of wolf and owl were his only company. The wind tore apart his cloak, making him look like death himself roaming the woods. A deep wound stretched itself across his belly, a reminder of the attack he had just barely survived. And without help, it wouldn’t be long before he would die amongst those trees. After a while his feet would carry him no longer, and he sat down leaning against a moss-covered rock. The clouds slowly revealed the moon, but it still was a dark night. It was almost new moon, for a human the light was not enough to tell the difference between friend or fiend. He closed his eyes too tired to fight the urge to sleep. Soon after, he could hear a gentle humming. In midst of this emptiness, the voice of a woman was laughing and humming. It sounded almost carefree. The sound was easing and yet terrifying at the same time. A deeper, husky voice accompanied the one of the woman. Sometimes it was humming, then it would shift to a solemn giggle. And then again, a whistling could be heard. The humming grew louder as it came closer, and the man decided it would be best to just stay there. Two pairs of blue eyes appeared in the darkness, the bigger one showed an opened mouth so that one could see the glowing, bright blue throat. Then everything vanished, no sound, no glowing, blue eyes. “How one dies, shows how one lived.” Suddenly a figure stood in front of him. The face was hidden behind a black mask, the body was covered with white fur. And even if it was human, the creature which belonged to that womanly voice had a long, wavy tail. Behind her the bigger pair of eyes approached, his jaws open. He had the form of a great, black wolf slightly smaller than a horse and wore the same carved mask. Their eyes showed no emotion, even as the voice spoke softly. “Panic not when death is near,” the woman stretched out her hand. “Depart in peace.” “No!” The wolf called full of emotion which was missing in the woman’s voice. “Run, flee...” The woman took her bow and placed an arrow on it. Realizing what would happen next, the man raised his hands. “Wait! I can not die now, there is something I need to do.” “Death does not let you say goodbye, every being must meet us. Choose now, my arrow...” “...or my teeth.” Wolf finished the sentence. “I will not die before my deed is fulfilled!” He answered with determination. Wolf stepped towards him. When he stopped, their faces were just inches apart from each other. The man would have expected to feel a shiver or an uncomfortable feeling. Yet what he sensed was, ease and warmth.