Ciar/Stereotypes

The world is a thing well full.

: Allies. Knowers. But do they really?

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

: There is knowledge in these ages past.

: 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.

: 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.

Even still it breathes.