Sleepy Fox Hollow gain no strength from counting the beads on a rosary

forever & a day <3

already his instinct had been mollified by the show of submission from the stranger, but it was the direct address that sheathed the gargoyle's fangs, arrested his forward coursing.
stoneflower eyes cut through the fog of the season ponderingly; the appleglint of the other's gaze briefly intrigued mahler. for a long moment the general was silent, pondering heavily the new respect that had sprung up beneath his ribcage for the raw words.
despite all of his careful-made plans, mahler was aware he had placed diaspora at a disadvantage. it was one in a thousand reasons why he should seek a stepping-down from his ambitions, but 
perhaps new fruit had already found purchase.
lilac stare turned to one of appraisal; mahler did not wish to admit it, but the dearth of able masculine bodies within diaspora was a danger. and so he straightened, flicked eyes over the handsome burnished chestnut fur cloaking the other male.
"this is diaspora," mahler grunted. "from vhere did you come before?"