Don’t move, although you burn for it. I shall take the next step on your behalf. Don’t hate, although you are entitled to. I shall unleash your wrath instead. Whatever poison snakes may spit on your brother’s name, don’t be provoked. I shall cut their tongues while they still feed upon your pain.

Dearest, I’m in a hurry.

The Blood Moon is ripe upon us and the hunters hear the call. The beast within yearns to break free and chase and prey and lust. My prey though hides within the trees of ancient down the river. I shall avenge this missed hunt for her so rare compliance. And she will beg for retribution, don’t deny it. Though every time she flees.