Bearclaw Valley you're not to stop me, whatever happens

merrick thought little of his missing eye these days. it had been the price demanded for newfound knowledge, for the cacaphony of a thousand pleasures that had coursed through him upon throwing the child from the cliff. even he, a vain creature, did not see the empty socket as a reason to believe he was any less beautiful.
lucifer
they were related, the pair, but neither of them knew it that the blood of cousins spanned their veins in between. "would you like me to show you?" the young coywolf whispered breathlessly, peering up with a lone candle-flame eye into the other's face.