Barrow Fields a twist, a tale, a rip through my sail

In typical Tachyon fashion, the male splashed into the ground without a struggle, rudder-like tail battering both his and her thighs furiously. Ignoring his onslaught of adoring smooches, she pressed her forehead into the bridge between his eyes, gaslight stare unflinching just inches from his eyeballs. "I could kill you."