Raised for death and locked away,

@Genevieve

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To the north did the beast loom, a frothing in a hunger from the deep embrace of the end of the season. Trudging through, without a hibernation and but an endless carnage swirling within their core — a tiredness, and a hunger, bring a rage of endless sorrows. The snow picked and thrown with each step, the bear upon the trees in a marking that all they see is to be their own land. A mighty roar ringing throughout the forest —

but within their forest, a red caught Hunt's eyes.

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