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Smooth. And Virile. Powerful. Her presence, influences The Tides. Her Fingers And her Gaze, Are like The Wind That passes through the thick canopy Of The Vast, Mountainous, Titan Forest. Her straight hair, blows in The Wind; Steadfast, She is the master, of her own domain. My Master, Oh Satan. She stands alone, And she walks alone. But I hold the immense Inner Strength, And the undeniable Inner Courage, To approach her Without hesitation, On my own free will. Dark, short straight hair Not any longer than shoulder-length. And no shorter than chin length. She ties her hair back in a bandanna. From The Land, does she come. And off of The Land, does she live. She dresses in dark, earthy, neutral colors. Expressionless at first glance. But she is Fearless, and Peerless, as I am too. Expressionless and Silent, At first glance to most. And most run away in fear, Because The Wolf is not afraid To use her Tee...

I search for The Right Female Partner, a She-Wolf, who will Answer My Prayers. I am an Outlier, a Survivor. I am Fierce. I am Feral, and Untamed. I am Rugged, and Hell-Bent. I am Hostile, Territorial, and Distant. She need not be so Hardened. She need not be. Ruggedness may be cultivated, with Practice and Dedication. All that I ask, is that She be Brave, and Patient. I have been Solitary for my whole life, very slow to place my Trust in anyone, shutting everyone out. The Goalie Box Mentality. But I am learning, gradually so, and sometimes painstakingly so, how to let go of These Chains, and let others into my Goalie Box. All that I ask, is that She be Brave, and Patient. She need not approach me right away, for I am Unapproachable. She need not make herself known, for I will innately sense and know of, Her Presence. On The Crag Yonder, I will see Her standing, watching me, when the sun is just so in the late-afternoon sky. A few days later,...