Cedar Sweep I wonder what it's like to be my friends

hot red eyes. the pallor of something beyond pure, becoming deathly. germanicus was not afraid of the vision, merely fascinated by it in his unseen way. she bore the scent of others, feral against the politeness of her voice and the clawmarks that scored her flesh.

"hail. kingslend rules the wood that way," the eagle answered, observant for others who might come to join the woman. his focus was upon her, however; he had no appropriate commentary, and so turned the inquiry back upon her with a direct look.