Light rain falls from the clouded skies, forming puddles on the eroded stone floors at the base of the temple. A structure ancient beyond most reckoning, once a shining, brilliant structure of the finest white stone now it is hardly a ghost of its former glory. The large statues which stood guard at the entryway have decayed so far as they are hardly recognizable from simple stone, though the gaping maw of the entryway is still perfectly defined, a large, square hole leading into the darkness.
However, there is much more to this temple than just a beacon of ancient faith. Those who dwell near it still feel the power of it. Though very few have ever actually traveled into the temple itself. Returning with any number of strange tales. These always grabbed your attention ever since you were just a little Poochyena.
You are a male Mightyena Anthro, standing roughly six foot in height with a solid, yet quite slim frame. A long mane of black fur runs down your back to a pair of black trousers and frames the sides of your somewhat sharp-angled muzzle and red eyes, the rest of your fur an ash grey color and you seem to radiate the energy of your curiosity of the world about you in the even slightest action.
It was the time to find out the truth. You were soaking wet, fur heavy and chilly, but it did not matter: you were determined to investigate this temple which stood vigil over your village your entire life. Taking one more deep breath, you move to take your first step into the unknown of the temple. The ambiguous statues seeming to look down as you do so.
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