the forest breathes with crimson dread
branches scratch over, the darkness weeps
the scent of prey haunts like an apparition
the blood runs faster; essence of life storms my veins
the slain ones run with me, wailing ghost of fallen ones
nothing can slow down the wild red river
nothing can stop the bloodied talons of the night
it’s time to hunt again
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- the hunt never ends
- Mal. Hunter. Witch, forest spirit and a wild creature. Night enchantress and pagan soul. Loves slavic mythology and literature. Woods are her sacred place.
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