Black cloak aesthetic

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If I were a horrible writer I would end Men of Hoode like this, with Colin walking away, his cloak flapping in the wind... Wait, I am a horrible writer. (Men of Hoode)

Cloaked in the forest

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Wolf Wind She wears night for a bonnet, winter her black pelisse, hood flared in the wolf wind. She never looks anything in the eye; it's all done with the shrug of a shoulder. She carries grey shadows to term in the flare of her hips, breaking them from her skirt in eddies as she walks. In the snow of her petticoats dawn lies stillborn; the cricket's fiddle is iced in the drying rushes. Every door is barred against her, yet she comes and goes as she wills in the same dusty clothes and…

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