The Gift of Wolf
I love him with all my heart and it is of the deepest honors for me to be able to share such a story with him. :) artwork: monstrovod tiberius: brunauss story: southernwolf95 the young prince stood at his window waiting.
Der Maelstrom
I must give my deepest and greatest thanks to brunauss for being the main inspiration for this poem. his mentoring, his guidance, and his friendship are what enabled me to write such a poem. der maelstrom is calling, the call our forefathers heeded.
Ending New Years with a Bang
Special thanks to my friend brunauss who caught some last minute spelling and grammatical errors before i uploaded it. if you guys like this story, consider becoming a patron! all characters are at least 18 or older.
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