Greatwater Lake the fall of new york city

The pale shape of her man comes in to view. She doesn't know what it is by silhouette alone - his ears gone, his body hulking - but she sees him and is pleased.

Crooning to him, she strides close. There is no need to inspect this man the way she did the offered one of the desert; Kaxwaan was her prized ox, she knew she had chosen well.

Lust boils her blood.

She clips at him with eager teeth, goading him, seeing if he will reach for her or feel the urge that she does; though it is not yet her time, what better way to insult the desert than to have her fun?