Felltree Marsh catamite on a marble throne

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armand felt the draw of the other's savage tones, and more harshly did he feel the closing of that door upon his soul. even as the fierce cyclops turned his gaze away, the boy felt his spirit empty, and he gasped at the sudden sensation of tearing. his own gaze settled upon the other and he sought to retake the step that the great man surrendered. there was a desperation that battered harshly his soul and tears welled beneath the lashes that brushed armand's cheekbones, brought out in stark relief with his self-imposed starvation.
he was unused to so total a rejection and upon his intake of breath, a despairing "please" sought to caress the ears of the scarred wolf, to turn his piercing gaze back upon armand, if only for a moment. in the other, the boy had caught a glimpse of his maker, and it was not one he wished immediately to surrender.[/tr][/td][/table]