Whitefish River I've never been afraid of any deviation.

fade with your next post? <3

smokestep. she wondered where the young corsair had gone, or if he would ever return. rosalyn had been left in charge, but her lover did not care for the circumstances. erzulie fought the instinct to tense when touched once more; she leant into zigzag's gentle preening and sighed. "de pack is small but strong."
little did she know it would soon be harshly tested.
a yawn split her jaws and she blinked apologetically toward the man. "i t'ink i might rest here, for a time." the invitation that he might stay near was offered quietly in her tone.