06-20-2013, 05:55 PM
Three Days is there alone, wearing a pair of grass stained jeans and a rough plaid shirt checkered in red and black. His shoulder length hair hangs rough and loose about his face, and his eyes gleam with an uneasy amalgam of apprehension, suspicion, and anger.
When the howls break forth, he raises his face to the night sky and lets go with a cry all of his own, aching and sorrowful and bruised with with a terrible rage.
When the howls break forth, he raises his face to the night sky and lets go with a cry all of his own, aching and sorrowful and bruised with with a terrible rage.