I always wake up ready for war. 

There is no ignoring that roar… Battle cry of the exquisitely tortured wolf pack gushing starved for rapture. Beasts descendant of the insatiable soul. Rampant, feral, and raw in my gut. This madness is timeless, a masterpiece that will seduce me forever.

I have always been besotted with that comely beast’s Platinum Fang Savage Kingdom– that wild dark empire built on delicate rage. Beauty like that shows no mercy…beauty that scary goes deep and resides eternal in the bones.