Lion Head Mesa Ṣalāt al-Janāzah

letting the bone roll from their grip, to clatter upon the floor.

is that what fuels you, fellahin? if i sing your praises will that make your time servicing any wolf better? rhetorical. dark eyes turning sharp.

jawahir waves at the passing red gleam of arsenio pacing the hall. akashingo is small and can be dominated if there is the will to do so.

a look at tamar; watched to see where her eyes went.

clearly this one lacked such power.