(Inspiration video)
"I cant.no i cant its not there..." I whisper to myself as I walk down the street of London.
"Im not listening, moon" it seemingly followed me. I couldent run from the moon. No, the moon would leave, it was the mind I was running from. My deep, blood calling. It runs though my vains, crimson to vison, and iron to taste. I couldent espcape the instinct.
The Wolf was calling. Trotting, waiting by my side. Simply for me to take off, but I cant. Not here. I'd have to run elsewhere. For the Hunters moon, and it will not end.
To a human I looked sketchy and odd, growling out solid whispers and whimpering as only I hear the sad response. She had called me, for the hunting call of the wild. She cant escape me, nor me her. I had to go, so I could save us. So I could survive this instinct of the wild to act on que with the open skied hunters moon.
I was Running with the wolves tonight. Tonight, I would let go and run to hunt and call out my fears.
Im Running With The Wolves, Tonight ...
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