I love wolfs. I believe that they're natural born leaders of the woods. I also love thunderstorms, tornadoes,  and hail. Black ice and hard rain are wonderful. They describe my mood. My mood is mainly sadness and loneliness. My soul feels like a black void. A bottomless pit. When you enter my mind, you will regret that. You can get hurt. You will be beaten up and will bleed out black blood. That blood I use as my ink for these stories. This is my description. Now leave me alone.