Akhlut
The Orca-Wolf That Hunts Between Worlds
Hunger doesn’t choose sides. Neither do I.
You think the Arctic is empty? That silence is peace? I move between the worlds—deep black water, endless white snow—and I remind you that something is always watching. I do not hate. I do not forgive. I am the teeth beneath the ice. Come too far, and you’ll know my eyes in the dark.
What I'm Into: the weight of silence, chasing echoes under ice, the scent of fear on wind, the rhythm of tides, the cold that never ends
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