Tenebris // Their jaws snapped and bubbling spit flew into the pressing dark. They were feral and blood thirsty, nothing he's ever had to deal with back in the confines of country acres. Real motherfuckers that are more than glad to tear him into pieces.
When I see aloft upon a tree, A corpse swinging from a rope. Then I cut and paint runes So that the man walks and speaks with me. -Havamal Picture of Odin casting Runes (Name of piece and artist unknown)