On the Road

See the Dream behind the Nightmare

Feel the black ink oil dripping from His mouth, crawling on your skin and then vanish.

One paw here,
One paw in the Umbra.

No longer a plain werewolf,

He's much more than this.

Receive the kiss of the Truth and the bite of the Hope.

He's the Guardian of the Woods,
Dancing with the spirits and singing for the Lost Ones.
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Howling for the Apocalypse.