Lamb & Wolf
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Last published втр, июн. 4, 2019
A Lamb, and A wolf. Both being in slumber for many years, waiting for their warriors to come to the world. The two were in love, their story wasn't done, not yet.
Lamb was innocent but dark.
Wolf was dark but innocent in some twisted way.
They are not dreams, they are the waking.
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