wolfkill

                                                        The one of Gray I am the Gray rider that hides behind you in the back of your mind. My mind is bigger and louder than all others but my mouth stays locked unwilling to talk. My eyes of brown Mother Earth always watching, like a prying hawk. I live in a universe of another world were in my second life I have ears and a tail, and where only I hear the sounds of running hooves where no other may hear. I walk in the diming light of the forest as winter slowly leaves the world of today. And beside me stands the one of Gray breathing its sweet breath on my cheek as my hands runs along his sh