"Never trust the calm of a wolf or the oath of a whore."
She dances and howls with the wolves among the wildwoods, her feet stained with mud and twigs and leaves - blood red, sunset orange, golden like her hair. They accept her, dirty face, torn dress, laughing like a woman mad. And mad, she is. Mad for the sunsets, mad for the wild air and birdsong, the elder trees she climbs, the blood on her face as she feasts. She hasn't tamed the wolves, they've brought out the inner beast.
24. Midwest. Female. Witch.
Ask & I'll Ask Back; Follow me & I'll Follow You.
//Holly and Hoarfrost // Vampyre Bats