by Thecrazybarrelracer » Fri Sep 06, 2019 5:55 am
POV: You've just survived a battle that wiped out most of your pack. You are gravely wounded and barely drag yourself to a field before losing consciousness. When you awake, you find that your wounds have been tended to, and that you somehow managed to stumble into a fairy coven...
And then she said she can't believe
That genius only comes along in storms of fabled foreign tongues
Tripping eyes and flooded lungs
The northern downpour sends it's love
Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don't you go down