He woke up in a haze with a pain in his chest. "Where am I?" whispered Rekon as he sat up and leaned against a cold and damp wall in some mysterious location. As his head cleared from the gradual decompression of his sinuses the mysticfied wolf tried to stand up. He didn't move from his spot, somehow he couldn't seem to move the lower half of his body. Bewildered Rekon struggles again with more gusto . On his second attempt to move, he managed to twitch his foot. It was at that point he noticed it was on the other side of the room. "Fan-fricken-tactic " he groaned as he began to summon his tiki for aid he would soon regret. As Rekon proceeds forming the required hand signs to summon his tiki the surrounding shadows encircle him in an octagon of arctic ravens. A blood curdling squawk erupted from the octagon as Rekon's tiki began to materialize into his physical realm.
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