Firefly Glen [PHE] Iwn

From his chosen sprung all the wrath and flames of a warrior goddess, and as he fretted Rashepses knew these were the ideals that bound them eternally and soldered their love.  His Toula; graceful as a swan with the feral power of the mesa lioness.  On his face reluctance threaded with the equal want to see the hand that passes the laws pass also her claws. His eyes upon her flared like great fires, tail rearing high, the back of his hand finding the flaxen velor of her heartshaped face.

Punishment from the gods was a terrible thing, and yet he could imagine nothing more beautiful than the strike of his wife's own claw and fang. His dark posturing reformed to obsidian armor, wrapping as protective chainmail around the golden stirrings of Pharaoh.

Memory returned the oath that brought him to her. They were the shepherds of a new age, him and her, and they would act as one, showing their godlings the adamantine strength of a union between Gods.

“Yes, Pharaoh. We will seek out the moon warriors. You and I will go together.”

And they would not do their murdering from the shadows. They would lay siege to these hellhounds and rip their sordid hearts from themselves.