Ouroboros Spine [m] ⊡ ukaksitaak ⊡

through the proceedings, cen seemed to close in on himself. the hard slate eyes still simmered with fury, and he fought harshly the shock and fear which emerged within him.

a slinking guilt ate at cen. was red leaf alive? surely she was, else they would have killed him already. what did she suffer? and ghelan! all cen had discovered of himself was how deeply he missed the boy, how he would give much to have the little bundle near him, near red leaf.

the younger woman, the moondoe, her fury took a palpable form, expanded by the rumble of her father, from whom he almost quailed in a physical jerk. in firsthunter's grasp he began to tremble, a subtle thing that began in his limbs.

when the ageing woman spoke again, it was to say she wanted his life, cen's stomach lurched, but not nearly as much as when her words centered themselves around blood for blood.

would they take his manliness? his eye, truly!? cen clamped his jaw hard to keep from shouting for any mercy, pain already starting to spark in his body as he imagined wolfteeth biting into him.