Shadewood my, what big teeth i have

No words shared of his brilliant self-esteem, perhaps she had no way of countering it - seeing as she could not behold it for herself. No, she skips right to his questions about the ritual of which she speaks. Thankfully it was not meant to harm his kind, not this time at least. I don't know if I should be turned on by that. He cooed with a malicious delight, almost humorous undertones slithering into his words. To have their uses, it ticked him pink to think of what she might mean by that.

Carefully he listens now as she speaks of it, little details sprinkling into the ritual that she wishes to produce... and he smiles. Fertility, she specifies. Ha! The exclamation echoes throughout the solemn woods around them as a flash of pearly white daggers shine in the dim moonlight. Distant winter birds fluttering away. Are you already planning on getting fucked this year? He laughs, not in ridicule... oddly enough, he was amused with how straightforward she was being. Casually tossing around the idea of puppies already.