Little Goat Mountain bewusstsein

absolutely <3

wylla evinced disappointment, and mahler found his resolve to push forward returning. "not cruel. i simply did not expect it. that is the game, ja?" still, he was intrigued as to why she had chosen the day after his admission to work his blood into a frenzy. "let us keep playing."
and it appeared wylla was not finished — mahler was whetted anew by her positioning. the season had not yet even begun, and already he found himself a lustful fool. still, his more virile physicality was close to shaming him a second time; the gargoyle gathered himself up and paced some feet away.
two choices here: to move on with the game innocuously, or to strike back. the general knew the proper course, so he eschewed that altogether and meandered toward the nearest new cave mouth. "how long has it been since you vere vith a man?"
this new and playful side  of him was altogether foreign; he suspected only wylla could walk his mannerly self to the very edge of the profane.