Ciar/Stereotypes

I have grown tired of this.

: The closest to allies we are ever like to have.

: Come. Follow. I have much to teach. Eyes half-lidded do no good.

: Slay and bury, first by the head. Then will they cease. Dust to dust.

: Wolves most dire. To be feared and respected. Honor their land, lest fang and claw be your end.

: Those yet linger that unfulfilled have died. Let me be your guide, biotáille

: Blind. Ignorant. Controlled. What a fucking mess they've made.

: Aos sí. What they do in this day and age? I haven't a clue.

Pretending things have changed.