Ankyra Sound from the darkest stars that force you

the matted hackles along mahler's dappled back rose as he caught sight of caiaphas' direct stare. from the distance, her eyes bored into him like gold-coin venom. recalling his fear of her, the musiker blinked rapidly, unable to keep his eyes trained on the witch's sharp features any longer.
the scent of another rose. mahler pulled his stare from the sand and regarded the she-wolf who had often been seen in the beta's company. chagrin weighed at her; the loveliness of her form was marred by the roundness of her sides. more brats for grimnismal. unsure of where within him the sudden vitriol had sprung, mahler remained as he was all the same, feeling it slowly rise to choke him with an aggrieved bitterness.