It is a night of blood, a song of dark desire, wolves vent their loneliness. The immortal one awakes. Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her stalking form, a lurking wrath. Her raven hair cascades overpale and tragic shoulders, and her full deeply crimson lips part slightly, to taste the blood streaming from the pale flesh beneath her.Now a night of darkness, I awaken.
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