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Wild Hunt has a minion!

the Zodiac Dog Spirit

Wild Hunt
Legacy Name: Nolai

The

Common Experiment #1031
Owner:

Possum

Age: 8 years, 2 weeks, 4 days

Born: February 27th, 2018

Adopted: 1 year, 7 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: August 2nd, 2024

Statistics

Level: 5
Strength: 13
Defense: 12
Speed: 12
Health: 12
HP: 12/12
Intelligence: 8
Books Read: 1
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Patty Flipper

The Hunt

As the full moon rises higher in the ink-black sky, you soon realize that it might have been better to stay back at that inn tonight, after all. You pull your coat tighter over your shivering body and continue walking the darkening path through the woods.

You're not sure what time it was when you heard the first noise; your phone's battery died some time ago, maybe after passing that one gnarled old oak? You regret leaving your portable battery pack behind. In either case, the howling of a dog - or is it a wolf? - off in the distance startles you, and you begin to walk a little faster.

The sound of snapping twigs some distance behind you tells you that you're not alone in these woods. Of course you're not, don't you remember the dog howling? At least, you've convinced yourself that it was a dog.
It's then that you see the movement out of the corner of your eyes. Maybe it was a wolf after all? Are there still wolves in this part of the world?

The unmistakable sound of a horn being blown. Followed closely by the sound of many hooves, approaching quickly.

You pick up the pace, almost breaking into a jog. The howling of the dogs, or wolves, or whatever they are draws closer. The sound of the hooves following closer still.
You're so terrified by what could possibly be following you, that you don't notice the steep incline. You fall, and what stops your fall also breaks your neck.

It's a quick death, at least.

Your pursuants join your spirit. A ghostly entourage of riders with many dogs of varied sizes milling about the horses' feet, almost anxiously.
Their leader, a horned man astride a black horse and flanked by two large black hounds, speaks to you in some forgotten tongue, and you are presented with a horse, a bow, and a horn. You graciously accept - as you feel that doing otherwise would be less advisable.

In life, you were a student taking a 'gap year' to travel Europe before starting med school.

In death, you have joined the Wild Hunt.