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"shadow hound" unisex hoodie
"shadow hound" unisex hoodie
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In the medieval hamlet of Verenholt, nestled within the Carpathian wilderness, an ancient fear stirred under the bone-white eye of the full moon. The villagers whispered of a creature lurking in the shadowy woods—a black-furred canine, whose coat, matted with the blood of its victims, glistened only in the moon's ghostly light. Its eyes, orbs of infernal crimson, were said to be a harbinger of death, and its howls mimicked the despairing cries of a damsel, luring the unwary into the heart of darkness.
On such a moonlit night, a young knight, Sir Emric, guided by honor and the thrill of legend, ventured into the forest. His sword was forged by the finest smiths, his armor as dark as the ominous tales he sought to trounce. The villagers pleaded, "Heed the moon's warning, noble sir, lest you fall prey to the shadow hound." But Emric, with the bravado of youth, dismissed their fears as superstitious murmurs.
The woods were silent save for the rustling leaves, and the air hung heavy with a fetid scent. As he ventured deeper, the forest seemed to close in, suffocating under a shroud of unease. Then, it pierced the silence—the plaintive cry of a woman, distant yet distressingly clear. Sir Emric, spurred by his oath to protect the defenseless, hastened toward the sound.
There, in a moonlit clearing, the source of the lamentation revealed itself. Not a woman in distress, but a beast of nightmares, its eyes burning with a malevolent fire, its snarling maw a jagged abyss of gleaming teeth. The moonlight danced upon its fur, illuminating the crimson stains of its past feasts.
Sir Emric unsheathed his sword, its blade catching the light of the moon as he faced the embodiment of fear. The creature's growls churned the air, and it circled, a predator toying with its prey. In the deadly dance, Emric glimpsed the truth in the villagers' tales—this was no mere beast, but a specter of the night, a curse upon the land.
With a courage born of desperation, Emric struck, his blade singing a cold hymn. But the shadow hound was elusive, a wraith amidst the trees. Its cries now mocked the knight, a chilling symphony of terror that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere.
The confrontation was brief. When dawn's first light caressed the forest, it found Sir Emric, life extinguished, his blood seeping into the earth. The villagers found him at the break of day, a grim testimony to the legend of the shadow hound.
The creature was never seen under the sun's judgmental gaze, its existence bound to the moonlit hours. And so, the cycle continued, the woods echoing with sorrowful wails that tempted fate—and the people of Verenholt locked their doors, whispering prayers, as the moon climbed high, and the shadow hound hungered once more.
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Who knew that the softest hoodie you'll ever own comes with such a cool design. You won't regret buying this classic streetwear piece of apparel with a convenient pouch pocket and warm hood for chilly evenings.
• 100% cotton face
• 65% ring-spun cotton, 35% polyester
• Front pouch pocket
• Self-fabric patch on the back
• Matching flat drawstrings
• 3-panel hood
• Blank product sourced from Pakistan
This product is made especially for you as soon as you place an order, which is why it takes us a bit longer to deliver it to you. Making products on demand instead of in bulk helps reduce overproduction, so thank you for making thoughtful purchasing decisions!
On such a moonlit night, a young knight, Sir Emric, guided by honor and the thrill of legend, ventured into the forest. His sword was forged by the finest smiths, his armor as dark as the ominous tales he sought to trounce. The villagers pleaded, "Heed the moon's warning, noble sir, lest you fall prey to the shadow hound." But Emric, with the bravado of youth, dismissed their fears as superstitious murmurs.
The woods were silent save for the rustling leaves, and the air hung heavy with a fetid scent. As he ventured deeper, the forest seemed to close in, suffocating under a shroud of unease. Then, it pierced the silence—the plaintive cry of a woman, distant yet distressingly clear. Sir Emric, spurred by his oath to protect the defenseless, hastened toward the sound.
There, in a moonlit clearing, the source of the lamentation revealed itself. Not a woman in distress, but a beast of nightmares, its eyes burning with a malevolent fire, its snarling maw a jagged abyss of gleaming teeth. The moonlight danced upon its fur, illuminating the crimson stains of its past feasts.
Sir Emric unsheathed his sword, its blade catching the light of the moon as he faced the embodiment of fear. The creature's growls churned the air, and it circled, a predator toying with its prey. In the deadly dance, Emric glimpsed the truth in the villagers' tales—this was no mere beast, but a specter of the night, a curse upon the land.
With a courage born of desperation, Emric struck, his blade singing a cold hymn. But the shadow hound was elusive, a wraith amidst the trees. Its cries now mocked the knight, a chilling symphony of terror that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere.
The confrontation was brief. When dawn's first light caressed the forest, it found Sir Emric, life extinguished, his blood seeping into the earth. The villagers found him at the break of day, a grim testimony to the legend of the shadow hound.
The creature was never seen under the sun's judgmental gaze, its existence bound to the moonlit hours. And so, the cycle continued, the woods echoing with sorrowful wails that tempted fate—and the people of Verenholt locked their doors, whispering prayers, as the moon climbed high, and the shadow hound hungered once more.
* * *
Who knew that the softest hoodie you'll ever own comes with such a cool design. You won't regret buying this classic streetwear piece of apparel with a convenient pouch pocket and warm hood for chilly evenings.
• 100% cotton face
• 65% ring-spun cotton, 35% polyester
• Front pouch pocket
• Self-fabric patch on the back
• Matching flat drawstrings
• 3-panel hood
• Blank product sourced from Pakistan
This product is made especially for you as soon as you place an order, which is why it takes us a bit longer to deliver it to you. Making products on demand instead of in bulk helps reduce overproduction, so thank you for making thoughtful purchasing decisions!
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