Lion Head Mesa dauphine

jawahir was lark swift and upon them, prowling. "this 'ere is polecat," maggie introduced. "the lass ain't certain she wants to be in trade. so i took it upon meself to suggest she be our bully. what guards the door. you know."
the beauty, somehow less consumed by pale vigor in the presence of the lithe creature who had come to investigate. and one who held the ear of the lord by some sort of sinning wickedness.