Deepwood Weald Blood Cult

Short, but wanted to get this up!

Too dark for your fancy? The little white wolf questioned, bright blues dancing over the pale yearling. And she realized then, as she looked around, they were all young, the men particularly being of around a yearling or even so younger. A hungry stare landed on Death and then her attention fluttered after a moment to the white wolf with dark rimmed eyes. She had fancied him and his blood hungry interest which mimicked her own. She might want to bathe in his own blood but had not, if only due to the fact that it was nice having others understanding of your desires.