War's Bride

Red
The goddess is clothed in his favorite color. He is painting my homeland in it. His teeth are his paintbrush and I am his muse.

The song of my people rings in the mountains, but the hymns fall on deaf ears of our gods. The tribeswomen's cries are bittersweet and shill. Shouts come from the men that are filled with anguish and sorrow, but from their throats spills with the color he loves. I am the personification of my family's voice.

He is unlike any wolf I've ever seen. His eyes are a contradiction to everything around him. They hold the colors of spring, wild and full of life, while his hands hold the color of crimson. His face holds mementos from earlier battles; a nose broken one too many times and scars haphazardly decorate his body. The beast is wrapped in another wolf's fur. This only cements the rumors I've heard about him, the gluttonous beast has come to feast on my land.
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This is my first book. I'm just playing around with it. sorry in advance for my illiteracy.