Arrow Lake i've only opened up legs before

@Praimfaya maybe? but AW!

With his new name held before him like a burning torch, Stag clambered up the slope that marked the den of his last remaining playmate, family excluded. Now that the pale argent and her brood were excused from Diaspora, Stag's inner play-circle had crumbled onto itself like the collapse of a dystopian society.


Stag did not know it yet, but the instinct that drove him to Praimfaya was the same instinct that had driven Stigmata to collect and bed not one, but three women -- while the first of Stigmata's fruits was young, that instinct was only just a bud on a slender sapling. Soon it would grow, and spread. For now he was just moved by a basic instinct that told him to covet the last of his playmates, that somehow was more important than his siblings because she was not a sibling.

"Pri?" Stag chirruped from outside the den, wary of Praimfaya's mother. He wanted to tell the girl about his new name, but recalled Blodreina was not a soft woman, and instilled in him the same chilling fear his father sometimes did.