All men must die.
Inspired by [x].

dusking:

finally finished it, yaaay :)

What if the wolves come?
Yield. 

Inspired by (x)

“Who are you?” the kindly man asked.
“No one,” answered Arya.
“You lie.”

Cause your roots will rot away. And your fruit, it wont grow. Your bark will wear thin, body hollow.

“When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.”