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~ Wolf Born ~

·.¸¸.·♩♪ Lιʂƚҽɳ ♫ ·.¸¸.

 

“She leads not with force, but with presence — and the wild follows.”

 

She was carved from ancient flame,

A whisper of dusk, a warrior’s name.

Feathers danced on her braided crown,

As starlight stitched her spirit gown.

 

Her heart was wild, her gaze ran deep,

Through mountain hush and forest sleep.

The wolves rose up — not led, but kin,

For they knew her fire burned within.

 

She spoke to shadows, kissed the breeze,

Wore sacred dust upon her knees.

A princess, yes — but not of man,

She ruled where only spirits ran.

 

~ Vixenn

 

(Created with MidJourney, post-processing work completed with Photoscape X)

 

© 2025 Vixenn Moonshadow

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