Kindred

Like a strange dream, a foggy realm with no clear landmarks or paths stirs and manifests itself. The air is still and heavy with an unnatural silence. Visibility extends only a short distance before the landscape fades into an opaque, ghostly mist. From the sidelines, tucked within the pines - a small, feminine shape lands with a graceful stride. She draws nearer, strange blue markings adorn her lithe limbs that pulse in a slow beat. A crude black mask in the visage of a wolf obscures her face and, with a gentle motion, she readjusts the carved bow towards you, an arrow nocked and ready. "Be at ease," The furred figure whispers soothingly. When those words were uttered, the mist darkens in a more purplish tone. Faint rumbling was heard from afar and a silhouette circles them, waiting. "All your life has led to this moment."