she stands in front of us.
so fresh.
but why isn't he starting?
this hunger eats at our souls.
it becomes us.
hunger.
but, our prince is hesitant.
he is the leader.
he was born to lead.
we were born to follow.
we are made to feed.
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Prince of Wolves
Historia Cortai hear them howl, for them. for me. for flesh. for blood. and i wonder, i wonder if i'm supposed to feel so empty, so cold. ❄️ #674 in short story - july/august 2017 #216 in my youth - august 2018 -completed
