#WordWeavers 25-02-01 Let an interesting/unusual character from your story introduce themselves.
I was short of 22 Winters when the plague of madness arrived in our territory, and just past 23 when the zealots of Thrane started their genocide of my people.
I was 151 when I killed the bastard responsible for both, and 155 when a brother I slew to stop the start of a second genocide.
Now I live a half life to keep safe a' hidden from monsters that lurk in every city and still wish to kill me and my kin for existing.
I wonder as I wander. Worn and weary from all the death.
I have no bark, only whispers in dark. If you I bite, then death I shall bequeath.
None more shall others born of bite be.
For that is the way of it.
#Werewolf #Nymeria