Blacktail Deer Plateau the dolls

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lasher nodded. indeed there must have been a stronger bond between atticus and the willow than anyone assumed. taltos was a romantic beast who happily entertained the idea that the healer alone had brought up her love to the surface of the darkness, with her sheer loyalty and wishfulness.

love, for lasher, was a sentiment that had often been corrupted in his formative years. yes, yes, they had loved him, the witches; but their love had not been so pure that they did not also use their servant, even against one another.

dante's inquiry was unexpected but welcome, and taltos gave him an amiable smile. "i was attracted to peregrine from the moment i saw him. beauty comes in many forms, and he is lovely unto my eyes. you must first allow yourself the pleasure of gazing upon that which you find beautiful before your heart can be unlocked for deeper sensations."

"i have a deep affinity for living things, but he embodies strength and power and virility, which to me form a powerful draw. yet he is also gentle, giving, and loving. our relationship was first based upon mutual carnal interest, but has since bloomed into something that is more lasting, something that breathes warmth and light into my soul."

lasher ended his words there, gaze inviting dante to rejoin, or to remain silent, if that was what he chose.