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A poem about Lycans for my best friend from my old school. Love ya Matty and sorry it was a spure of the moment thing ^^.
Blood spurting from matted fur clumped together with blood and sweat.
Growls and howls emiting from strong throats.
Fierce eyes darting across the fields searching for enemies.
Noses high for signs of allies or foes.
Soon no sounds are heard,
Not even the wind.
The smell of dead friends hitting a lone nose.
A fierce howl erupts from the large furry body.
Paws padding along rough ground quickly.
Friends, family dead..all dead.
Gone for only a second.
Blood from pups and females becoming stronger.
Corpses everywhere in front of the lone wolfs eyes.
Rage takes over as the wolfs red eyes glared at the enemies.
A loud roar and in a mear matter of moments the enemies all gone.
The thirst for blood becomes greater,
Tearing through the enemies furry flesh
The taste of blood satisfing
Savoring the screams
Savoring the taste of revenge for the pack
For his mate,
For his pups.