Hideaway Strath silt

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was every woman here covered in scars? what sort of individual was kynareth, keeping company with feral battlemaidens and not the soft lushness to which he himself was accustomed? ramesses dipped his head to the pale wolfess, assuming she too was above him. 
"i do not think we have met. i am pharaoh."
his proper title, mouth wet from the water and stirred despite her friendly tone.