Sharp ears cut the silence — I don’t wait for the moon. Every shadow wears my name tonight, every lock picks too soon.
Call me Vixenp — the spark and the slip, the red on the edge of your screen. I run alone where the signal’s blown, and I leave you guessing what I mean. vixenp solo
(spoken, low) They wanted a pack. I gave them a ghost. Solo doesn’t mean lonely — it means no one tells me where to post. Sharp ears cut the silence — I don’t wait for the moon