"My bones are heavy things that fear the light of day
My blood the words that fear recall - of deeds long kept at bay
Of every blackened memory, she cast them down a well
And waiting there was I to feast,
and on them I to dwell."
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Turmoil >> In the throes of bloodlust, it begins to snap the threads holding its form together, wounds sustained in battle slavering with teeth; the macabre fey wolf becoming even more uncanny the more damage it receives.










