Stavanger Bay catskills in january

Something in the ragged beast seemed to recede, allowing Mannoah to take her first true, full breath since his arrival. The vice-like grip he'd wrought on her lungs was released, as though the flagging of his tail had been the signal for his demon spirits to relent and have pity on her. He must truly be a powerful sorceror to have such darkness at his beck and call, but Mannoah had already taken him to be a powerful wolf. His banded ribs spoke of ancient heraldry that she did not recognized but could certainly acknowledge - it was unwise to deny the spirits their due.

Mannoah knew now what havoc they could wreck on heedless souls. Wickedness had swallowed her and brought her to this place, where she seemed bound to be ruled by this wicked king. At least this one seemed to know mercy, and drew aside beckoning instead of dragging.

The dark woman was quick to follow, understanding that she lived now at the banded demon's pleasure. It was a situation that she was not unused to, but one that she'd hoped to escape with her latest foray into the sea. Hers had been a long journey, full of misfortune and despair at every turn. Maybe some sea water was still rioting in her belly or maybe the wicked sea had pumped evil into her veins, but this fate... it seemed more hopeful than most. Kindness was not in her, and so she could no longer believe such things of others - but the demon had spared her. Hadn't harmed her in any way.

"Skellige," she said under her breath, practicing the tongue of her new master. Her thoughts, however, quickly strayed as she hurried to page homage to the beast that'd bound her. Her legs remained low and locked, her steps stunted but quick as she crawled alongside him, instinct telling her that she should place herself under him - that it would be good. Her nose probed along his banded fur, taking in more of the blood-and-salt scent. Other needs seemed to fade away; the ache of her bones was forgotten and replaced with new fire in her loins.

Mannoah wondered if he would mount her, or if it would be too great a gift for a slave like herself.