i’ll cut away everything . i’ll tear away everything . and i’ll escape myself .

back to my workshop . still much to be done .

the wolves are at my door.

who is the lamb and who is the knife?

rats in the cradle , black smoke rising from burning bodies , an entire city crying out . now it’s happening again . welcome back . welcome home .

you won’t guess where i’m at right now.

look at them , pale and sweating . all good signs .

people speak sometimes about the 'bestial' cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust & offensive to beasts. no animal could ever be so cruel as a man — so artfully, so artistically cruel.

͏͏͏── ♡ @microinstant.

Gustave Doré

before the sun rises they toss any casualties into the river . men or hound — they all go in .

'The Court of Faerie' by Thomas Maybank, 1906

((Hey guys, I finished the elden ring rp verse doodle that took me the whole day to make. If you don't see your muse in there, it's cuz I ran out of ideas...

for those who hear the songs of wolves, listen well: your pack is howling you home.

DOOM.⠀ ! the world can be beautiful if you let it.

the whispering between wolves and the moon each night . . you make me understand them better . what a greedy but brave decision .