Kintla Flatlands dies irae, dies illa

this one had eyes like rich gold coins. maggie was immediately enamoured with the wealth promised by the stranger.
akashingo, she would have repeated, had not the figure fallen and wallowed in the poor creature's guts. the beauty screwd up her delicate features in distaste. "the home where i serve my lord, an' others serve him as well. a pleasure-'ouse," the coyote dared with a simmering grin, interested despite the gore dripping from the stranger's coat.
"suppose 'e says this kill belongs to him in 'is realm? suppose yew've a debt now, mm?" she did not come closer.