The lost and the Gained
The peace of green grassy hills under a warm and slightly windy blue sky is where this wolf lays hoping that his sancturary is eternal with his new mate.
Sanctuary Curse
Shifting shadows of the night. I watch the raven as it swallows the decaying meat that is in first sight. Hidden beneath the moon the Hollow winds swoon As I shift from shadow to shadow. Concealed in darkness until first sun rise. With each...