Snowforest Taiga mangosteen

"i'm not fit to help anyone," the dreamer murmured in despondence to the commanding air of the alabaster woman. 

Wolf clacked a meatless jawline filled with hard yellow teeth.

women come for you. the dream denies! boy! you are still made of flesh!

first you demand from me. then you tempt me. flesh will die. flesh is dying.

woman with another dreaming held in the crux of her thigh; he blinked sadly at her and breathed past the eager yearn of his mortal body. "are you lost? what do you need?"

the giltmade skeins thrummed with her need.