#lexgingtongrey

The last full moon had been more than a week ago but something about it still lingered around the halfbreed, like the wear of nights without sleep, or blood on your lips. He’d gone to the woods to wash off the sensation in a nearby creek, eager to erase his skin he’d already removed his shirt. The sound of close footsteps snared his attention first however, the halfbreed turing to look through the darkened trees for a suspect.