Blacktail Deer Plateau i’ve waited for you all my life

It's a little late now, isn't it? He said with a hiss. It's a shame the man was such a stick in the mud, prone to keeping grudges and keeping the events of the past so close to him. Every little encounter he had would always leave an impression and sadly for Cupid, theirs were already sown. 

All he could think of when looking at this female was the half conscious stupor, the buldge in the belly that was sharing the toxins their mother had ingested and blatantly carelessly ignored Rosencrantz's warning. He had done his part, she had dug her grave; and he would be the undertaker to finish what she had started.