Feral

He moves withcoiled precision, skinned teethedged between curled lip Blue chips of icedetermination and angercarving through the snow witha curved serrated edge. Point a directionand like a hound on the scentthe hunt begins with ferocious intent. Blood spills, deathweaves in his shadow, the lullabyof sharpening knives on thewhet of patient pursuit. Her tears may wash... Continue Reading →

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