Rynn took a deep breath. The scent of blood filling his thoughts of murder and war. He laughed softly. Letting black
flames lick at the trees around him he surveyed the area and his situation. if I run into another wolf I'll probably won't control myself and attack it. My addiction to pain has to stop. For myself and others. He was surprised that he wasn't talking to himself. But being insane does have benefits thought. Maybe only for one who can't stop drawing blood from others.



