Qeya River Clubhouse

with no comprehension of either the mountain or sheep killer's mental machinations, sun eater might well have plummeted to his doom there on those sharp cliffs with their harsh drop.

who then might take his place? saatsine was at its beginning, and it could live a new life. sun eater was under no illusion that he was beloved or admired; his reign was fear and fear demanded its own rot.

the goodness of this death was then indeed a fair argument.

bobbing tails flickered out of reach and his vision narrowed to redness. he nearly snapped as sheep killer sounded a gravelled note, then almost collided — no. more control in that. sun eater sank his claws into the earth, tearing it as he found deceleration just before the end of the cliff.

panting, heaving, sun eater chuffed in triumph and looked toward sheep killer before he glanced over the precipice to see if their gambit had drawn blood.