Phoenix Maplewood lügnerisch

done!! <3

there was the sound of branches rustling together, the sound of plucking. it was too loud to be birds, and so mahler lifted himself up, peering into the shadows before drawing closer to the noises.
it was a woman, a spice-ivory creature with peculiar ebon markings beneath her eyes. she ate near desperately of the berries. his practiced eye spotted perhaps an extra curve to her flank, and mahler cleared his throat to announce himself. "i am told the cravings can be quite strong."
friendly nature to his voice, but he knew how he looked: a massive figure against the mellowing backdrop, and so was still until the other made his invite or turned him aside.