†Thick clouds swirl forward, hiding the sparkling diamond stars, followed closely by the clapping thunder, easing loudly over the darkened, vast terrain. It swoops in like a clamourous blanket, covering all in audible roaring. Rain then follows, let loose from the heavens to drowned all in everlasting liquid. It creeps through the mud and rock, settling til no more room is avalible. Saturated, it begins to seep upward, now flowing into puddles, flooding the beautiful greenage. It pours into the lake, the level rising, the creeks bubbling high. Streaks of lightning stab the black sky menacingly, branching outward like a electirc tree. The storm rages onward, leaving all animals to hide, seek shelter to live. Then, all becomes silent...†

†Black clouds slip past the sky, fading away, revealing a large circular ball, gleaming extravagantly upon the shimmering, soaked terrain. It reflects off of a large lake, rippling from the cool, moist breeze twisting through. Tall grass wave peacefully, tall oaks and pines rustling lazily. The sky is now clear with only a few spots of thinning black cotton. That is when he appears...†

†From the thick forest edging onto the vast terrain steps a large, strong ebony steed, tall and thin, though strong and fleet. The masculine struts from the wood with liquid grace, longish silk fluttering elegantly, forelock waving gently, covering the star upon his sloped profile. Dial thrusts hell-ward, velveteen lide across damp vegetation. Silken tresses lashed against haunches, flints barely audible as they touch the sticky mud.†

†Steed pauses, cranium shoved upward, as the lonesome, chilling howl of a wolf shatters the silence. There has always been a legand of a spirit wolf, roaming the vast terrain, protecting those who live in it, destroying those who come to harm. Damnation dismisses it, for there is no scent of predetors...†

†Welcome to Crimson Falls, home of The Damned.†