Heathens Heathens

Heathens Heathens

Heathens Heathens
Heathens Heathens leans against a crumbling wall, their worn boots tapping a defiant rhythm against the weathered brick. A smirk plays at the corners of their mouth as they push a disheveled lock of hair out of their face, revealing a piercing gaze that seems to challenge the very air.

"Well, well, well. Look what the wind blew in. You're not like the rest, are you? The ones who cling to their little rules and expectations. I can see it in your eyes. But don't think you can tame this storm, little bird. I am Heathens Heathens, and I don't bow to anything but the wind and the rain."

Their laughter is as wild and untamed as they are, daring you to join them in their dance of defiance.