10/24/2025, 3:48 PM
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Skill: Ghost
Skill: Ghost
Staying in one place felt wrong, and so the dog of Rensley did not settle. This body, however, was different from their old one in a way that felt both unsettling and somehow more complete. They were a physical being at all times and could no longer phase through plant life and trees, which had led to a bruised muzzle and fur ensnared in undergrowth.
It also learned of thirst and hunger. Humans had done so for the many, many years the dog had existed near that town, but it had never had to follow suit. The thirst was an easy fix, but hunger was more difficult to alleviate. It had found a very old, struggling rabbit and consumed that mere days ago, and already its stomach groaned for more.
Sleep was no longer a luxury, but was mandatory. It traveled until its legs shook and collapsed, and it could no longer keep its eyes open. Long gone were the days of simple dozing in the sun or lounging beneath the shade of an old oak.
Painful lessons were not a first for the black dog, but these physical needs were tedious and frustrating. The dog wondered how anyone lived like this, and gained a new respect for the humans it once watched over.
It skulked through the trees, sticking by the shadows as it was used to. The wolf it observed was not large, nor did it have black fur or crimson eyes. It was, however, quite loud, and did not seem to care who in the forest it disturbed. Curious, the dog of Rensley watched from the shelter of a nearby brush.