Overture Downs a haunt of roulette dares

ooops i didn't know it was my turn sorry

he begins to slow, and so does she, the two marauders doing a kind of delicate ballet until he rounds on her with ferocity. tasha's mouth splits in a grin; she is also panting, chest heaving, but she is happy and feels free. in the distance, she sees isleña, and barks at her cousin to join them. pretty isleña. she has always been fond of the girl, even if they were de facto rivals as young, gorgeous women vying for the attention of all.

did you not recognize my stride? tashkent asks kuyuk teasingly, sweeping her tail across her hocks. surely one luk knows another by sound. or have we lost that, coming to this new land? it is a harrowing thought, a reality she does not want to consider. the most important thing to her is her name, and the identity she has built around it.

once a luk, always a luk. and those who do not know her for the name do not know her at all.