Two Eyes Cenote The deepest crevice of my heart

legend surveyed him with an almost vampiric thirst for the new rage which soto had bitten into his hide. but he answered nothing with more than a look.

"i would like to take them both on their first march, if kiyya agrees. but after that, yaret, they will learn from us both." he and legend had never submitted to one another, and yet there remained a great respect. he wished the same for his children.

now she asked after him, and his face slackened somewhat. not for the horror of torn flesh but for the remembered moment, the agony of sanity breaking;

"i feel it, legend," and hoarsely said, his voice all but exposed the man. abruptly he turned about and began to clean his wrist. "is there anything i should know of our patrol grounds beyond akashingo?"