Styx

As the ice began to thaw, fog drifted across the wooded landscape. It's tendrils twisting around the thick roots and thorns. All coming from a small nocturne.

As the full moon began to climb in the sky she shuddered, her form twisting and cracking over the two dark eggs beneath her. The fog pouring out of her mouth like a spring, Claws and fangs sprouting from her hands and mouth, white fur overtaking her black form, hiding the crimson drapery she was clad in. Untill she was no longer there. In her stead was a massive pale wolf. As the transformation completed he stretched, almost as if waking up from a long nap. With a deep breath he howled into the sky.

Almost as if on cue the eggs hatched, one looking much like the large grey wolf himself. And the other dark like the nocturne who had hatched her. The fog curled around their two forms, almost like a pair of gentle hands as the large wolf knelt down to them.

"Hello little ones" he rumbled grinning. These hatchlings would never know of the cold hands of death.

Instead they would become them.




Gen 5 Nightcallers, Gen 11 Momento Mori and A Gen 3 Carrier Barghest