Matt. 24. Cinephile. Nerd. Random Thoughts and Obsessions.
Every night it’s the same. I’m walking and running, but… I’m not— I’m not me. I’m running through the godswood, sniffing the dirt, tasting blood in my mouth when I’ve made a fresh kill, howling.
“The Dire Wolf is the sigil of your house. They were meant to have them.”