Bonesplinter Ravine S & M

the poor wretch that crosses where food lies is a familiar face, though ruined by the wear and tear of the outside world. reyna's eyebrows lift and gently she approaches.

is that my dearest paloma? her messenger dove had returned for her, and reyna couldn't help but smile. finally, someone to do her bidding. climbing up and down the mountain for stragglers had started to wear down on her own willowy limbs. she was not born for the life of hard labor and she intends to return to the life of luxury and comfort very soon.