Dragoncrest Cliffs he was standing all shaky

sobeille took etienne’s admission in her mind’s eye and marveled it: his fear took shape. it was dark and smooth, with malevolent purple veining. it was the physical manifestation of the loss of love.

she wondered what it was like to love something so much it inspired fear in your heart.

sobeille fell to characteristic silence. he was male, but he redeemed himself ever so slightly for recognizing suzu’s well being took precedence over his own. see her thrive, den. she murmured darkly, thrumming the edge of the dirt with a forepaw.