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The Stag trots across a bleached horizon Howling into the wind with echoes that curdle blood Its form is liquid nightmare, drenching snow in ebony flood Wispy vapor flares around antlers of pure, lucid black Moonbeams shimmer off plumage fraught with drear Violet feathers assure that bizarreness the Ravenstag does not lack Dark fangs ravage human flesh, infecting tissue with fear The Wendigo glides past fallen pine and split oak Its viscous hooves leave tracks of unearthly essence Through white deserts flecked with red and bodies left to soak
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Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 4:43 AM UTC
Wendigo
The Stag trots across a bleached horizon Howling into the wind with echoes that curdle blood Its form is liquid nightmare, drenching snow in ebony flood Wispy vapor flares around antlers of pure, lucid black Moonbeams shimmer off plumage fraught with drear Violet feathers assure that bizarreness the Ravenstag does not lack Dark fangs ravage human flesh, infecting tissue with fear The Wendigo glides past fallen pine and split oak Its viscous hooves leave tracks of unearthly essence Through white deserts flecked with red and bodies left to soak
Based on the Stag from Hannibal-I can't recommend the show enough
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Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 4:43 AM UTC
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