In the land of Octant, a distant place far away from human civilization, there exists a kingdom of werewolves. And in this magical kingdom, resides Orion, a Priest in training, practising for a very important occasion that is coming up, the coronation of their king. There, he meets a wolf who seems a little too familiar as pieces of his past gets brought back up as the days go by. Who is this mysterious wolf? Why does he feel such a strong attraction to him? And, what really is the story behind the incident that tore half his face off?
Sitting on top of a tree, I allowed my leg to dangle down as I stared at the people talking in a massive tent, listening in while maintaining a good enough distance from them so as to not be discovered.
I am sitting amongst an entire grove of apple trees, staring at the glistening apples in the branches. Part of me certainly does want to take some of the apples and eat them but I cannot do that.
Doing that will mean I have to take my mask out and I do not want to risk anything by doing that. The tent is set up in the clearing, right in the middle of all the trees decorated with hints of red all around the lush green.
The sun is also bearing down on us and I had to take shelter in the shadows, the heat is, quite possibly, one of the worse things I could bare to experience. I do not like the heat.