Hoshor Plains lord hear me now, junkboats and english boys

she wasted no time rising to her feet, though her efforts were at first faltering at best. iliksis watched, unsympathetic for the stunned girl. he had what he had came here for - his stomach was full, his lust satiated, his insecurities temporarily put at bay. comfortable with what he had done, he smiled to himself as he pulled his limbs underneath him.

anatha's footfall was fleet, and he studied the hasty pawprints she left in his wake. he would return to this spot many times over the course of the next few weeks, cherishing the violence that had befallen here.