The Wild Hunt

They gathered in their finery.

The hunters. The huntresses.

Steely, painted faces and burning veins. The frenzy taking them, as it always had.

They would hunt down their prey.  They would devour or be devoured.

Black Friday was here. The Wild Hunt had begun.

Damian Mark Whittle

 

 

 

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