Lost Creek Hollow the days are muted

ah, but his words caused her to think that which she did not desire to. the pale beauty exhaled softly at his words, and shook her head. it is not the end for you yet, and she looked 'round them, seeing none in sight that would bring it for him. i am not your reaper. this she clarified for him, her voice gentle and sweet but firm; she carried with her no scythe, and her fangs would not act the part even if he begged it of them!

deirdre glanced to the morsel at her feet, and then she nosed it toward him. here, eat--you need this more than i do, i think,