an icy wind swept down from the heights, cutting the fog into shreds. for an instant, with an evil leer the sun peered through the bare woods of vincennes, sank like a blood-clot in the battery smoke, lower, lower, into the blood soaked plain.

shriek holding a mini shred that’s holding a mini shred that’s holding a uzi -

three women, becoming werewolves, fierce expressions, intense eyes, fur-covered bodies, sharp claws, powerful muscles, howling at the moon, moonlit forest, eerie atmosphere, glowing eyes in the darkness, shredded clothing

three women, becoming werewolves, fierce expressions, intense eyes, fur-covered bodies, sharp claws, powerful muscles, howling at the moon, moonlit forest, eerie atmosphere, glowing eyes in the darkness, shredded clothing

three women, becoming werewolves, fierce expressions, intense eyes, fur-covered bodies, sharp claws, powerful muscles, howling at the moon, moonlit forest, eerie atmosphere, glowing eyes in the darkness, shredded clothing

a black cloud hung over the fortifications. from horizon to horizon the canon smoke stretched in wavering bands, now capping the spires and domes with cloud, now blowing in streamers and shreds along the streets, now descending from the housetops, enveloping quays, bridges, and river in a sulphurous mist.