Indistinct Mumblings of an Unsound Mind

On the quarter night, when the year draws nigh With wolves in tow, the Huntsman comes. To feast! To feed the chase with blood Blasting carnyx and beating drums! Hideous, the sound, Hide! You cannot run! When found, do join the Hunt to reave Youthful and frail; a sacred harvest. Engorged with flesh, without reprieve.   Read More …

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