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To run with the wolf was to run in the shadows, the dark ray of life, survival and instinct. A fierceness that was both proud and lonely, a tearing, a howling, a hunger and thirst... A strength that would die fighting, kicking, screaming, that wouldn't stop until the last breath had been wrung from its body. The will to take one's place in the world. To say "I am here." To say "I am." ~O.R. Melling

hadesandpersephonee: xspanked-masters-petx: A different version of little red riding hood… Everybody just seems to be adding fuel to the fire that is my Little red riding hood fantasy. I need to be devoured by the big bad wolf soon or i may go crazy.