Alright who reported my project for recoloring?? It's a coloring contest lmao I guess theirs was bad and their jealous XD Hey sorry about the top edge... it added another eyebrow 0_0
Please read lore -------------------------------- The wolf who never chose The night was too quiet. The pack gathered around the ancient stone circle; their glowing eyes locked on Fenrir—the lone she-wolf who refused to decide. "Every wolf must choose," the Elder growled "The path of light, or the path of darkness. There is no third option." Fenrir chuckled—a sound broken and shattered. "You all act like choice is real. Like it matters." An ashy grey wolf, stepped forward, fur bristling. "It does matter. If you don’t choose, what are you?" Fenrir’s smile twisted. "Maybe something else, Nyx." A murmur of unease and confusion rippled through the gathered wolves. No one had ever defied the choice. No one dared. "Stupid she-wolf." They hissed. The Elder sighed, raising his muzzle to the sky. "Then we do what we must." The pack moved as one, stepping backward, away from Fenrir. The stone circle resonated with unseen power, the very air shifting—growing heavy, suffocating. The stars loomed closer, clouds covering the light. Nyx's icy blue eyes burned with hatred as he too, stepped back. Fenrir’s laughter broke, jagged and scathing. "You really think this scares me?" A low growl echoed—not from the pack. From somewhere else. The stones pulsed, the ground trembling beneath Fenrir’s paws. A whisper, slithering through the air like venom: "A wolf who does not choose... is not a wolf at all." Fenrir’s grin shattered. She turned, looking at the trees—where something moved. Something watching. Something that had never chosen. The wolves lowered their heads, silent. The Elder whispered, almost mournful. "Now it will take you." The shadows split open. And Fenrir laughed. And laughed. And laughed—until her eyes flared red and her voice... Her shattered, torn voice was someone else's.
