Shimmering Sands kill well and often

bijou smirked that snarky roguish way she did, and lionel tittered, immediately moving to flank knaven on the other side. it wasn't a truly fair game, which enamoured him all the same; when his calmer sibling moved for bijou, lionel swept in to aim a nip along knaven's unguarded shoulder.
he leapt back at once, snickering; the murkwater green of his eyes danced as the sand slipped underpaw and he prepared himself for another teasing feint.