Barrow Fields i would ask, almost insist, on treating you kind and fair

his second attempt at criminal affection was met with resounding success -- and for a brief moment, tachyon soaked in the afterglow of his meager victory. the slyph pulled back quick as the lash of a tree bough, her ears whipped forwards in affront and a look of disgust colored her skinny visage. this was a suitable brand of revenge for tachyon, and he smirled* into his broad paws.

alas, the sharp fiend had other things in mind for him and she was quick to exact vengeance. tachyon, still on his belly, was left little defense -- he instantly went limp, rolling halfway onto his back in the manner of an upturned marshmellow. feebly he beat his tail against the fold of his haunches, his front paws brought over his wide chest in a gesture of unremitting submission. he would even have tried to lick her chin, but we all know where that gets him.