Moonspear i already drank that cup.

her snark would be met with a nasal snort, starting deep in his chest before it rolled out of his angular face.

it is a good place for loners as any.

she did not carry any scent but her own, not that he could detect. not to mention the stark lack of borders here. it truly was a barren wasteland as she had said, but when had that ever stopped somebody from pissing somewhere and calling it home?

why are you here then?