Description: "This tale begins... on a night like this...
in these very woods..." At that moment, the wind picked up slightly. "Old Mr.
Tunnatin, a grey Lupe, was hobbling about his yard, searching for his petpet
that had died five years earlier. "
Shadow Gifts Before him stood a Uni, the signs of rot and death emanating from his body as he regarded him with piercing red eyes. His mane whipped about his undead face in a spectral wind...