The Sunspire and nothing breaks like a heart

Zane was pretty damn impressed.  Okay mom, maybe you weren't shitting when you talked about these mountains.

He'd left Imalan somewhere along the line, because c'mon bro sometimes a dude has to have the space to make his own mark.  In other words; chicks.  He was doin his brother a favor; Zane was a hot piece of ass and with him around, no way Imaran would have ever had a chance.  

Ohoho, speaking of.  A song, sad and lovely, echoed around the male and he paused, his tail lifting as a cocky smile lit up his lips.  Ohhhh shit.  Sad chicks were the best.  Not only were they easier, but they were usually alone.  Today might be his lucky day.

Time to answer that fuckin siren song.  I'll be your thorn, sweetheart.