Corrupted Ruins or Ruined by Corruption?
A little non-canon story of my raven, satres, getting partially corrupted by a wolf. it was never continued, sorry for those that wanted to see how it would go after this.
The Black-Feathered Monk 1
This story is the beginning of satres's tale. some of you might remember him from the art that was posted some time ago. for those that don't, satres is a raven monk, who has...well, quite the story to him.
The Black-Feathered Monk 2
satres realized that this was not merely a defense, but a counter-attack.
The Black-Feathered Monk 3
# scavenging a candle for all of the fallen had been difficult, but satres managed it.
The Black-Feathered Monk 4
satres nodded, still digging his hand through the earth regardless of how much it hurt.
The Black-Feathered Monk 11
satres and silra made their way from the temple to the grounds outside, and from there to the slope on the far side.
The Black-Feathered Monk 9
satres reevaluated his thoughts. the spider demon had the power to be a truly dangerous creature, he realized.
The Black-Feathered Monk 10
satres could hardly believe that he was saying something of such heresy.
The Black-Feathered Monk 13
satres hid the wince that started at his hands, making himself stay as still and calm as he could.
The Black-Feathered Monk 7
satres sighed. he had hoped that the news had spread down the mountain, at least.
The Black-Feathered Monk 6
More than in any other place in the dungeon, satres felt that he had an understanding of what was around him.
The Black-Feathered Monk 5
That night, before going to sleep, satres climbed the central tower of the old temple.