Werewolf 196: Gods and Monst3rs, Day Seven
A god-sized stag stepped out from around Yggdrasil. It briefly lowered its massive antlers in greeting. “Hallå,” said the stag. Despite the creature’s size, its voice barely lilted above the whistling of the breeze. “I am Eithyrnir, the Oak-Thorned. The … Continue reading Werewolf 196: Gods and Monst3rs, Day Seven
