Hi! Imma move this to story in a bit - but I also wanted to share it here so yah!!
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They say it’s a curse from gilneas,
The worgen and beast-men among you,
Though I’ve come to let you know,
All that’s only half true.
Though sure they may be huge and tall,
With claws and tails and teeth,
And giant hairy underarms and a love for uncooked beef,
They’re still our jolly friends in there, our family true and true,
and there’s more benefits to being cursed, more than you thought you knew.
Let’s take old bowmen Larry, in his prime a dead shot hunter! Well now he shoots from mountain tops carrying a great eight footer!
Or how bout smithy Paul, his fur all caked in soot, he barely needs a bellows cause his chest does twice as good!
And don’t forget great ol’ annie, a sweetheart back at home, now the greatest bestest strongwoman the world has ever known!
Aye they say it’s a curse in gilneas, all those wolves a prowlin about,
Their eye’s a glowin and their snouts a snarling, but don’t you run and shout!!
Remember nice lil Johnny? The old great miller’s son? Well now he’s a local champion, and a friend to everyone!
Or how about rough young Ada, who’s glare could kill a sheep, now she’s a rough and done sailor, robbin Hordies in their sleep!
And you can’t forget Miz Alfe, and their lovely golden eyes - they’re now the charm of all the land and to all quite a prize!
They say it’s a curse from gilneas, but I’m here to hold you true, theyre valiant people all of them, and the best I ever knew.
So if you see a loping shade running off through the night, be still your heart and hold a smile, for it’s a friend all right.
