Redsand Canyon Blood on a Marble Wall

As he lies down into he cool sand, his queen comes to lie beside him, resting a dark chin on his shoulders comfortably. She has a reputation to withhold, does he? He couldn’t give a rats ass what others thought of him. So all he does is chuckle. “Would it really be so bad for others to know that you at least have a soul?” He asks playfully, turning his large head to the side to flick a flat, black tongue across her head and groom inside her ear.

If he’s honest, he could lay here all day like the lazy fuck he is. His counterpart by his side and a stunning view of the fiery red sand puts him in quite the good mood.