Phantom Hollow i know you must know it now -- my organs have stoned

profane, profane — buffalo heard the whispers of the loa and bit the inside of his cheek as he stared with an open and dawning horror at the dark male. surely byll had only been crazed; no, buffalo had believed her. and now — now they had come for him also. passing a pink tongue along his bloodstained jaws, the madman forgot all the dybbuk had said and moved after the sable hound.
"you won't get far cut to ribbons like that," buffalo observed in a tone that held something close to warmth. "lemme doctor you a little; whatever bastard wanted to chew your ass is gone." he pranced and chortled, if the other continued on, a sight made unsettling by the bright flingings of blood along his pale coat. "wife me up, dude — i'll feed you too."