[ New World - The Werewolf Council Assembly - Council castle ]
The sound of boots hammering stone flooded the entire space. Fast…too fast. Too desperate.
A lone messenger tore through the labyrinthine corridors of the Council's keep, his lungs clawing for breath, his cloak snapping like broken wings behind him… like he was running for his life, not to deliver a message.
The old fashioned torches guttered as he passed, shadows writhing against the walls like they were alive. Sweat plastered his hair to his temples…every step echoed louder in the dead silence of the ancient fortress.
By the time he reached the towering doors of the chamber, his chest heaved so violently it looked as though his ribs might snap.
He shoved the doors open… the whispering voices inside that space hushed completely… almost as if gutted.
The chamber inside was a hollow of stone and shadow…vaulted ceilings swallowed in darkness…the stale air was thick with damp and dust.
