My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to
Howl

Ciar knows his life's purpose. He revels in it, in the manipulation, the charm, the feeling of souls squirming betwixt his jaws as he drags them down to Hell itself. But the element of these devilish deeds he takes the most delight in?
Corrupting pretty little things like you.

A real deal Dead Dove for Halloween! I'll be busy all day tomorrow so I'm posting this special a day early. Throws evil dogman at you VERY NSFW INTRO

Bonus pictures, as always: