The wolves.
The wolf climbing the hill is always hungrier then the wolf on the hill.
Behold the lone wolf, covered in white
The red wolf howls, bloodlust coats it's fur.
The black wolf screeches, the stars responding
For the wolves have called upon the gods.
Behold the lone wolf falls in fire
Borne to scorch, the ashes burn.
The lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.
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Solitarius Lupus
FantasyA strong alpha gone insane. A starving omega beaten to dust. A lone wolf watching from the shadows. 'Where is she?' 'Who?' 'The lost queen.' 'She is dust.' Long may she reign.
