serigala <3

Lorsque vous êtes toujours sur le vagabondage dans les rues abandonné de Dieu de The Damned, pour l'écume de la terre vous le faire la nuit. Et quand vous rôdent la nuit vous apprendre à sentir la levant ou couchant du soleil.
«Je déteste cette ville stupide, c'est juste pleins d'ordures pourries et des voleurs."
J'ai soupiré
Mieux de retourner à la grotte ou le bloc aura à moi.
J'ai mis mon masque et de retour sur les toits colombe hors de la rue vide en dessous.
"Tu as, tu morceau de merde."
Je jetai un regard en arrière sur mon épaule et jeta négligemment un de mes couteaux...

My favorit place is among the tall, majestic redwood trees of northern California, of which I still think of as my home. But the most special place in my jantung that only few I have told about, is on a cliff over looking the Pacific.
Where the trees end and the short meadow begins I have never felt lebih at peace than I did there. I sit with the trees to my back with my legs hanging off the cliff, just sitting with the cool breeze blowing against my face. I watch the waves gently lap against the pantai lebih than a thousand feet below me. Though it is of great height I know that I will not fall,...

Transformation into serigala is a favourite subject of Irish legend, and many a wild tale is told oleh the peasants round the turf api in the winter nights of strange adventures with wolves. Stories that had come down to them from their forefathers in the old times long ago; for there are no serigala existing now in Ireland.

A young farmer, named Connor, once missed two fine cows from his herd, and no tale atau tidings could be heard of them anywhere. So he thought he would set out on a cari throughout the country; and he took a bayak, gemuk blackthorn stick in his hand, and went his way. All hari he travelled...