Sequoia Coast Purple

the mountains. caiaphas shared an affinity that went beyond their mutual blood then, for she too had been born in the cusps of a mountainous hedge. she recalled distantly charnel's keep, the serrated promontories that rose from the blasted earth far beyond vision. it seemed strange that a coywolf would find herself then upon the strand -- but after all, caiaphas was here too -- perhaps it was not so strange after all. "and how does one lotus find herself so close to my beach?" she inquired slowly, a sly look descending across her snipey muzzle.