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Paws and Boots: Lone Wulf I
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Evolution Part 1 The master's ruling fist is a blunt force trauma.
Casted out by master, exiled to roam shattered.
Within the shattered spirit, pain screams its reign.
Within the broken heart, the haunting alpha howls.
Casting his all to the winds, and leaves the pack behind.
The air is freezing, its chill bites the bones.
The wolf growls, but pushes onward through the snow.
The bones of the man are frozen. In worn down boots, he walks the slick highway.
Exhaustion tugs at every fiber of the wolf. He manages to keep the paws moving through desperate will.
Leaning into the wind, the man fights forward.
Every muscle aches, and his strength begines to wane.
The long lives of love coursing through his veins, but the epic pain is from his missing beta.
Tear salted dagger cuts deep into his heart. Meaner than any pain the master could lash.
Harsh breathing in the winter storm. It is slowing his death march.
He throws his head back. Howling into the night's abyss.
The howl of lonesome despair.
The pain filled howl is dancing with the wind flurries. The storm is hungry.
No stars shine, no Mother Luna glow because of the casted storm.
With a slight shift in stance, he continues on.
