Flycatcher Downs godling

"i would never," the hunter professed coyly. for he was many things but modest or self-depreciating he was not. and while capable of malicious things, and an aggression too grave to put words to, stigmata was never cruel without provocation; in that regard, his company was fortunate. "perhaps i just think that highly of you." a lie, certainly, for he held no true love for any stranger, and she had done nothing so far but stroke his ego.

he supposed that was well enough; he wouldn't ask for less, at any rate. "have you gone long, on your own?" he asked then, not having to ask if she had a pack, as it was clear from her scent she had no close companions of her own at present.

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