The Heartwood lustmord and wargasm

he agreed with a low hm of breath, a wordless sound that carried into the air and supposedly to the elk, for the great creature paused in his ponderous step and cast a slow glance roundabout him. lasher held his ground, still in the elegance of his own confidence, and presently the beast continued onward. the earthbound spirit wished somehow that there was a guarantee he would be about to see the manner of the elk's death, for it was assured to be beauteous indeed.

"death can be a lovely thing," came his next cadence, dripped with slow musing. "through my life, i have seen many deaths, but none so grand as this before us. he walks the very precipice now."