Tis now Insanity driven. Despair is what awaits me. Thy clasp of red waves is not vanquished. Anguish is all ye find there thy revealing nighte wind howle of agony. Contingencies in pursuit of a life I cannot stave off the factore of will to live therefore. Venome encased my being consuming me inside out. Expressions do not elaborate thy suffering I feel. As it seemed time moments I fell down against my will. Blinding sharp crippling. Beaste within persistent ravaging ceaseless. Shrieke echo through the field across thy mountains, shrills of pain turn to howles. Bloodluste inside again (falling.. Into... Despair..) will does not resist the voice of the Lycan. It now consumes me into the sea of misery! Thunder approached mist cloaking way to the nighte.
