We stand,
side by side,
older than
memory gives credit.
We prowl the night,
no fear in our minds,
for we are the royalty
of time.
Power flows in our blood,
pure and true,
of the oldest.
We pound out the magick
under our paws,
the most grand of wardrums
of the shamans.
We are the proud
and fierce;
we are the honor
of the oldest.
We are the Wolves;
we are the Pack.
Comments
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Very good
So strong, You have have great talent!
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Beautiful.
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howls.
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i like this. well done
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