ph by dev
night of the wolf. she is going to haunt the dark alleyways tonight, against the cold, against the controversies. she is going to smoke her usual pack of cheap menthol cigarettes. people expect her to have fangs. people expect her to eat the entire world and spit it again in pieces after series of cold bites. they are wrong: she is just running towards her stellar dreams. she got her head among the Cassiopeia, and her eyes blinded by the unforgiving silver rays.
