WILL THE THRILL OF THE FIGHT FADE and will the pain and fear disapear to let peace reign in the streets ? Hovering like birds of doom where the beasts' carcasses lay, they sit, their breaths melting in white fumes with the cold air. What is it that keep them hanging, like terrible omens watching over the ruins of humanity ? A sore body and a sore soul : here is what is nailing the hunter to his resting place. Despite his longevity, the weight of such a long life ( a long hunt ) burns his veins and shake his bones - he is no longer the young man he used to be. And yet, he still follows, justice blinding him to his own PAIN. He endures, as they all do. This is probably why silence is such a pleasing companion : no question asked, no words that betray, just the blissfulness of what comes after the SCREAMS. But this peace only anounces the fiercest storm, as soon dawn will die and crown the night queen. —— Viola must have lit a lantern for your return. You should not make her wait. “ Worry rolls on his tongue, a father whose heart coul BLEED for the son he never had. What if wrath was to once again make orphans of children ? What if a beast, dormant, was only waiting to be awaken by the call of blood ? —— This night will be unforgiving. “
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