The trees cry out as they die, but you cannot hear them. I lie here. I listen to the pain of the forest and feel the ache of the bullet in my chest and dream of the day when I will finally crunch that gun woman’s head in my jaws… San is my daughter. She is of the wolf tribe. When the forest dies, so does she… I caught her human parents defiling my forest. They threw their baby at my feet as they ran away. Instead of eating her, I raised her as my own. Now my poor, ugly, beautiful daughter is neither human nor wolf.

Model/stylist/props: Calamity Amelie

First Aid Kit – Shattered & Hollow


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