We are men.
Savage men, men like none but our kind. We are wild foes, with a swagger in our eyes and sleek movements. We are never alone, we smile with our teeth hanging out. Silence is our friend, and fear has never failed us. Want to talk to us about honor? Our honor is not a luxury, it hardens us. We are like no other, we have no qualms about killing. Hanging about us, do you smell it? Blood, from the hunt.
We are wolves.
We are creatures of the hunt, creatures of the night. We live in the moment, and we run... our feet touch the ground no more. We laugh in blood, we chuckle at pain. We howl to hear the spinal shiver miles away. Our bodies boast for us. Others slink around us. Tread carefully past us, because we don't give second chances.
We are men, and we are wolves.