Celestial Wulf Chronicles

Embered footprints tell of my passing. Infernos heat pulsates off my body, Blackening the once budding foliage, plumes of smoke rise from the leaves of curling shrubs. The closer I draw to them, the faster they curl. scorching radiating heat ignites them to cinders. Astrally, The surrounding pulsating individual red life forces of hibernating hearts dims, then cease; never to reawaken. Charring bodies ashed in their dens, release plumes of smoke into the air. and I feed. Their life essences feed me. This is my doing. It is my warning "I am coming, dead thing and... I hunger."