Roumers

Where survival serves the fittest, and the law is the wind the morbidly winged work for acquisition of wins. Tattered!! Hides torn, so wiery, so lame yet undeterred from detest intent on playing the game. Roaring flames, the fiery pride stalks, anger accumulates in knowledge deprived talk, sharp whispers swarm around to whittle the mane … Continue reading Roumers