Moonspear you're not a romantic.

Satisfied with such, she stepped out and cleansed the dirt from her pelt with a quick shake. Desdemona was away from Kukutux to do so, and when satisfied with being more presentable, she sat beside the white priestess who uttered some prayers. She had nothing to say about that, but, it satisfied the other.

"My blood is tainted, it does not deserve to spread. A bastards lineage should not continue so," the guard responded coldy, and truthfully so.