The Good The Bad The Evil #twistfatechallenge
Blood. A snarl erupted from his throat. Cracked black lips withdrawing over fangs. It was close and he knew it, he knew it as the sky knew it, as the wind and trees knew it. The Beast had been alive for a long time, so long he had forgotten his own name, and in its heed had adopted that in which he had been called ma...
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