The White Warg

❝He thinks he is the last of his kind. He will learn he is not❞『#Tolkien』〖#TheWhiteWarg┊#MountOfAzog〗―ℳ

[The White Warg @TheWhiteWarg]

I s t i l l . . .

R E M E M B E R .

[The White Warg @TheWhiteWarg]

@ThePaleDefiler — before it took off again.

It was not long when the beast burst forth from the darkness, padding up lightly to the master's side, hackles raised, a low growl purring in its throat, nose nudging against the Master's pale palm.

[The White Warg @TheWhiteWarg]

@ThePaleDefiler — despite the wind howling in the animal's ears, it still heard the call of its master, summoning it home.

With an abrupt halt that tore up chunks of grass in its wake, the Warg bristled, pointed ears tracking the origins of the sound —

[𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔫 𝔒𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡 @EmbersOfErebor]

─ “Hᴏɴᴏᴜʀ. Lᴏʏᴀʟᴛʏ. A ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. I ᴄᴀɴ ᴀsᴋ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ...”

࿇┊#ɴᴇᴡ: ᴛʜᴏʀɪɴ ᴏᴀᴋᴇɴsʜɪᴇʟᴅ
࿇┊#ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ: ʟᴅᴍ
࿇┊#sʟ_sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: ᴏᴘᴇɴ
࿇┊#sᴇᴇᴋɪɴɢ: ᴍᴀɪɴs
❖ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄʀɪʙᴇ: https://t.co/1VMVmIJCqC ❖

[Bᴏʀᴏᴍɪʀ @FromAmonHen]

Fʟᴀᴡᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs
Bᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟsᴏ ғᴀɪʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ

Bᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍᴀɴʏ
Aɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ

[Rᴏsɪᴇ Eᴠᴇʟʏɴ Tʜᴏʀɴᴇ @HeartOfAHobbit]

#ɴᴇᴡʟᴀʏᴏᴜᴛ ʙʏ﹕ ﹫ᴜɴʟᴀᴅᴇʜʟɪᴋᴇ 💕

[The White Warg @TheWhiteWarg]

{@DarkNumenorean} - sleep.

~You will see...~

[The White Warg @TheWhiteWarg]

{@DarkNumenorean} - as her hand slowly drags down, as if taking all his senses away from him and leaving him alone in a dreamless -

[The White Warg @TheWhiteWarg]

{@DarkNumenorean} - presses the black of her palm upon his brow, fingers resting over his hair. "You will see..." Her voice whispers again -

[The White Warg @TheWhiteWarg]

{@DarkNumenorean} - resonate within his head as the world went dark and the air began to hum. Lifting her hand, fingers spread, she gently -

[The White Warg @TheWhiteWarg]

{@DarkNumenorean} - the corners of her lips, deepening the abyss in her dark gaze.

"You /will/ see." She whispers, her voice seeming to -

[The White Warg @TheWhiteWarg]

{@DarkNumenorean} - embellishment - simplicity alone is enough to silence the young.

A faint look crosses her savage features, curving -

[The White Warg @TheWhiteWarg]

{@DarkNumenorean} - Despite the lack of eloquence in her speech, there was an ancient familiarity in them. The oldest races need no -

[The White Warg @TheWhiteWarg]

{@DarkNumenorean} - They all come here... They come to /see/." She murmured, the thunder lacing through the archaic edge of her words. -

[The White Warg @TheWhiteWarg]

{@DarkNumenorean} - could taste the breath from his lips, her dead-eyed gaze found his anew. "You are not first. You will not be last. -

[The White Warg @TheWhiteWarg]

{@DarkNumenorean} - cub serve? The Ancient One? Or the Father? Or some... Lesser being....

Squaring him off again, close enough that she -

[The White Warg @TheWhiteWarg]

{@DarkNumenorean} - begun to exhibit the same scent from deep within.

But there were many masters in the dark...

Whom did this young -

[The White Warg @TheWhiteWarg]

{@DarkNumenorean} - diseased flesh. This man, though fair enough he appeared, and his scent, pleasant on the surface of his skin, had -

[The White Warg @TheWhiteWarg]

{@DarkNumenorean} - decay, but it was none so repulsive as the corroding scent of the souls that were housed within the tabernacles of -

[The White Warg @TheWhiteWarg]

{@DarkNumenorean} His scent was fair in comparison to the rancid smells that reeked off the pack. Breath putrid with rotten meat and -