The White Howler Rising Series

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INSANE! WHY THIS IS THE MOST SENSUAL AND BEAUTIFUL THING I'VE EVER SEEN WHY?!!!

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Rawr....

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Armand: I find this hand to hand combat really quite distasteful.

Gabrielle: I suppose you prefer the simplicity of a torture chamber?

Armand: You have to admit, it’s much more civilized.

[garettphotography]

“My little horse must think it queer   To stop without a farmhouse near   Between the woods and frozen lake   The darkest evening of the year.” -Robert Frost // White Mountain National Forest | GarettPhotography    

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Yoann Lossel thanatos the fates eros & thanatos

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more by Yoann Lossel

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WATCH: The Oregon Zoo in Portland was closed to the public today due to heavy snow – but the zoo’s residents had a blast.

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Oh my GODD THE POLAR BEAR GOT SOME SNOW HE MUST FEEL SO REFRESHED

[xenosaurus]

relatable seals at the end there

[versaillesadness]

Breathtaking interior design at the Quai d'Orsay 🏛👑 . . #france #paris #ministeredesaffairesetrangeres #quaidorsay #minister #art #architecture http://ift.tt/2iLgAC6

[dearest-memory]

Carful darling, your words cut deeper than you think.

dearestmemory (via sleevesofgrass)

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baby animals blog

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Pele’s Creation By Tom Kualii | More

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The Perfection of An Ambush (Third Person)

28 steps from the dark pond to the field bent heavy and low with wheat. The harvest would come upon them soon and the village would again have grains to make their signature breads and the delicate pastries they'd been making for centuries. Exports would also happen. Calculations for sacks of grains by the truck load. But he wasn't doing math at the the moment. He was naked and the towel wrapped around his neck was full of water. His clothing hung yards away in the hearty sapling. He was already dry, using the damp towel as a pillow atop the cradle of his hands. Pale grey eyes reflected the sea of stars that swam overhead in the clearing. His smile was easy, light. It took the span of two heartbeats to recognise that the night creatures had vanished. No cricket chirped or owl called....no mice rustling the drying grasses or deer bedding down as dew began to collect and fall into place. Lestat sat bolt upright and swiveled his gaze around him. The dark and deep shadows had never troubled him before but something about the way it all looked now seemed ominous. Gradually, he stood and the pale lines of tensing muscle were translucent in the moonlight. "Come out. I know you are there. I can feel you." From the inky darkness that his gaze could not penetrate, lumbered a figure. From several meters away came the stench of death....something eternally repulsive to his delicate senses. Spiral! He took to the air but a flash of claw from the opposite direction caught him off-guard and caught his foot. The speed would have impressed Lestat if he weren't flooded with outrage. He was slammed against the ground, wheat crushed beneath him as three figures loomed over him. There was no verbal exchange. Just drooling and menacing growls. He didn't care to know why they were here but they were going to regret detaining his escape. He struck out then. Fingers becoming curled claws with deadly diamond tips. Putrid flesh parted easily and the beast holding him down fell back. Just as quickly, another attempted to drag him down and he was lunging forward....fangs catching a mouthful of stinking fur and crawling skin. He nearly gagged but kept fighting. One after another, they came for him. A vicious sting and he glanced down. A jagged gash across his ribcage. It bled freely, not healing. He was puzzled for just a moment before he was barrelled into. A running leap...taken from his feet. Staggering, falling, clawing. More came and he could only regain his balance in small sections. He managed to raise his head above his attackers. His eyes widened. The field was now completely covered in moving bodies. This was no happenstance but a full on planned assault. He wasn't far from the safety of the castle but he'd never make it back or out of this horde alone. He screamed out mentally for Rian, not necessarily as a call for help but as a warning. Surely if they killed Lestat, they were gunning for the only wolf that stood in their way! And Louis, David, Miller....what of them? Another deep cut across his abdomen and the feel of fangs upon the nape of his neck. One had leapt in from behind. As he vanished beneath the pile of Spirals, he only hoped he could hold out long enough for the cry to go up, for his loved ones to flee.

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commission: The Fell illustration by MathiaArkoniel