Hoshor Plains a place and a people

As promised the dark shadow kept the borders walked. Red eye glittered, while white milky one stared unseeing.

He didn't speak much it hurt a little too much. There had been too much damage, but he could speak and pain was only temporary usually. Perhaps he deserved it.

Hello?

Voice roughened from ill use and injury rasped. While fixed eye moved across the man in front of him. Handsome, Dreven bet easily pleased. In his hey day he could have made the man scream in all good ways. But well now, dreven had lost the taste for it.

That thought alone turned bitter in his mouth and he cursed Atka again for loving him and then leaving him. When you got too close to the sun you burned and he had.