Silver Creek glass jar

without missing a beat, grayson rumbled, "prialux." harrison wouldn't need much explanation, at least, grayson didn't think so --  as beautiful and docile as she was -- but he would provide it anyway. "she is a rose, harrison, i've never seen such a woman so poised... and she belongs in my garden," he told his brother with a hungry flick of his tail. but it was not love that grayson so dearly sought after, no. it was merely beauty. merely status. and prialux had enough beauty alone to raise his status a few notches. and grayson already valued himself the highest of the mighty. 

"what about yourself?" he asked him with a raise of a dark brow, pale eyes steady upon his brother.