RuRu Is Awake…

RuRu …

From the winter slumber he hath awakened.

Forced into fetid darkness by his preys own seasonal seclusion, he hath now arisen to face the swarming, inevitable, brutal onslaught.

Not only pestilential in magnitude is their hunger, but also insatiable.

…. Ever feeding.

…. Always there.

RuRu is not only a soldier of the hand nor a tightly wound instrument, NAY!

He is the vanquished reincarnated warrior poets last blooded weapon that the battle spirit doth still reside.

RuRu is whistling death…

RuRu’s story continues soon….

Reacquaint with RuRu or meet him for the first time:

Death by RuRu

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