What kind of creature waits for its own slaughter?
Sheep.
When we stop fighting against it, nature will always reassert itself. So it is with stone, so it is with plants, with animals, and so it is with people. So many of us fear the decorations of our savageness, but I have never feared the demons of myself.
Don't speak to me of your virtues. Duty. Kinship. Honor. You have forgotten what you are.
My wolves.
- I Am Ares. I Am War. // ~ hail.
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