Silver Creek of cloudless climes and starry skies

the name was not familiar, but harrison had not done well to immerse himself into the life that his brother was crafting. he barely knew who belonged to them and who was passing through. still, the type of man that was painted before him was one that seemed suitable to their culture. the pale snake did not imagine that the darker man would have issues with the way his life would unfold in his time there.

“i'm harrison,” the charmer introduced with a flashing smile that revealed the ivory tips of his fangs. “you've been around long enough then...” he then followed with a devilish smirk that creased half of his face. it was there that he closed some of the distance between them and eyed his companion with a sneaky and almost wary expression.

“have any of the ladies caught your eye?”