Stavanger Bay And in the moonlight, all we're wearing is each other.
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Sunhawk considered ignoring Tahoe until reinforcements arrived. The man was as talkative as an oak tree, and the only use Sunhawk had for oaks was pissing on them.

His swagger halted mid step when he heard Umbra. Oh, she was as magnificent as ever. Terrifying in the exact same way Wylla was. God, what was with all these bone-chilling women in the Teekon? Sunhawk grinned widely as he was happy to be home. "Grumby!" Came his cajoling response, giving Umbra a once over in approval. "Yes, all legs and eyes accounted for. But, that's probably because I didn't meet you on the road." Sunhawk's breast swelled as he took in a good draught of air. Someone hadn't clued Tahoe in.

"Da Hoe, consider yourself lucky you haven't met Cyclops."  Sunhawk closed one eye, mimicking the great monster that had ambushed them on the cliff. He reared and curled his claws, mimicking the roaming of Cyclops as she scoured for heads to devour and lives to snuffle out. "CYCLOPS roams the cliffs up over yon. Some call her the Northern Terror.  One look is said to chill men down to their mortal souls. If you run across her, you are surely doomed."

Okay, a bit dramatic. Sunny dialed it back with a huge grin. "Umbra here stole her eye."
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RE: And in the moonlight, all we're wearing is each other. - by Sunhawk - November 23, 2020, 03:14 PM