Wolf (I)
Shush. Shush. As darkness drapes the faded skies, born was he with bloodshot eyes; Mind like fire, heart like ice. Yum. Yum. Thirsty for blood, hungry for flesh, Lobo the Psycho is ready for his dish. ©reddragonfly⚘
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