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Fears, tell me fears, don't get me started.
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Beneath his paws, the grass grew in scarlet clumps, as if coagulated blood. Despite the intermingling of sunny yellows and subtle teals in the sky, it did not assuage his unease and, akin to a weed, dread flourished within him.

To his recollection, he nibbled the plant required for entry into a peculiar pack, which titled themselves as Morass. With nowhere to go, and not daring enough to traverse further within the dense fog, Narciss saw he had little choice.
Although, perhaps that was incorrect. All was consensual. In the end, Narciss chose to take in the plant and discover its medicinal properties first-hand.

Indeed, discover he did. Now before him, the mist dissipated, although a haze lingered, enigmatic as could be.
However, fighting back trepidation, Narciss collected his scattered composure.
The wolves once around him now ceased to exist. Within the field, he remained isolated, locked into a solitary hallucination.
Despite the off-setting crimson grass, yellow flowers blossomed, and some of the strands of foliage retained that hue. Nevertheless, Narciss found an odd comfort within the coloration, as though it anchored him from drowning in a sanguine sea.

With a lookover of his body, Narciss noticed a soft blue tinted his coat, and a yellow glow surrounded the length of his body, down to his paws. Most hues beyond white ceased to exist upon his pelt.
In a curious motion, he flicked his eyes upward, denoted several striking lines floated between his ears, settling above his temple.
While he could not decipher the meaning of such an effect, it bred an intrigue.

Since viewing himself and the world around him, he flicked his gaze toward the sky embellished by a blackened sun. In a flash, Narcaiss saw the word "Ascension" appear before disintegrating into nothing.
At that, he contemplated if the scarlet surrounding him signified his past and if the single word meant he might ascend beyond his turbulent history.
Regardless, Narciss felt a rush of empowerment.
If he were to ascend, so be it.

Antler Count: 15

Description
Fears, tell me fears, don't get me started.
✹✹✹✹✹✹
Beneath his paws, the grass grew in scarlet clumps, as if coagulated blood. Despite the intermingling of sunny yellows and subtle teals in the sky, it did not assuage his unease and, akin to a weed, dread flourished within him.

To his recollection, he nibbled the plant required for entry into a peculiar pack, which titled themselves as Morass. With nowhere to go, and not daring enough to traverse further within the dense fog, Narciss saw he had little choice.
Although, perhaps that was incorrect. All was consensual. In the end, Narciss chose to take in the plant and discover its medicinal properties first-hand.

Indeed, discover he did. Now before him, the mist dissipated, although a haze lingered, enigmatic as could be.
However, fighting back trepidation, Narciss collected his scattered composure.
The wolves once around him now ceased to exist. Within the field, he remained isolated, locked into a solitary hallucination.
Despite the off-setting crimson grass, yellow flowers blossomed, and some of the strands of foliage retained that hue. Nevertheless, Narciss found an odd comfort within the coloration, as though it anchored him from drowning in a sanguine sea.

With a lookover of his body, Narciss noticed a soft blue tinted his coat, and a yellow glow surrounded the length of his body, down to his paws. Most hues beyond white ceased to exist upon his pelt.
In a curious motion, he flicked his eyes upward, denoted several striking lines floated between his ears, settling above his temple.
While he could not decipher the meaning of such an effect, it bred an intrigue.

Since viewing himself and the world around him, he flicked his gaze toward the sky embellished by a blackened sun. In a flash, Narcaiss saw the word "Ascension" appear before disintegrating into nothing.
At that, he contemplated if the scarlet surrounding him signified his past and if the single word meant he might ascend beyond his turbulent history.
Regardless, Narciss felt a rush of empowerment.
If he were to ascend, so be it.

Antler Count: 15