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the eyes that fell at last upon the jewel were a soft greenery. beautiful one, jawahir greeted, stepping closer. and yet they did not stand within reach. the wolves of akashingo were known. this one was not, and they would have preferred not to meet such an end as that of maggie.
you have found akashingo. and jawahir. their eyes were welcoming, lithe figure softened into pleasant lines as the harlot sought to stoke the wolf's interest.