Black_Wolf

From the dawn of time, humanity has feared the darkness, the prohibited depths of the forests, and the creatures that lurked within.

Some say that belief can shape reality, and that faith may create gods and demons.
One can argue that fear itself is a form of devotion, a veneration celebrated with prayers to keep the accursed Beast away from the village, the house, the children.
A faith twisted and obscure, that sometimes receives its sacrifices as well. And through the millennia, this terrorized faith has given flesh to the darkness.

For in truth the Wolf has always been there. It lurked in the shadows when makind began its ascension. It followed the first hunters as they prayed not to become prey. It was inside every amulet and every idol ever crafted to keep it away. When the humans celebrated a good hunt, the Wolf was dancing in the shadows. When they mourned those lost in the woods, the Wolf was grinning. And when sacrifices were offered to appease the spirits of the wilderness, the Wolf accepted eagerly.

And the Wolf roams free, a monster above all predators, a beast unchained, a creature as malicious and cunning as it is voracious. Cruelty, lust, and hunger embodied, the father of all wolves, child of darkness and malevolent stars, waits and stalks wherever its prey settle, lusting for te next hunt...