Arrow Lake infidus

there was weakness in their revulsion and the same in his assessment of that. akashingo stood as testaments to a thousand hungers. germanicus had no doubt that makono would have abolished such practices, but it did not matter now, for he had participated in them.

akavir's disgust was swift; his wrath worse. wren descended upon him with a paganic fury to rival a battlefield. greatest rage; the eagle knew if they meant to tear him asunder he would not fight.

but it was scorching words, it was the isolation of a fetid desert. they left him behind, sisyphus to the burden of his own cold machinations, in which life became currency and he himself walled to the miseries he continued to cause.

fennec's second garden. germanicus wondered, glancing toward the high trails above the lake which led to the canyon. from that shadowed place she had taken the substance which laid ramesses to rest. 

he remembered its leaves, and committed their details to proverbial parchment slipped into the joint of a breastplate. 

in the place where @Wren and @Akavir had departed the eagle, they would find three stones laid in the direction of mereo. he would range ahead and meet them at its edge.