Dahozhoni Meadow At least we loved hard, now didn’t we, baby?

The voice that came was then kind. It would only be another woman that did not sink their teeth into her flesh. That instead should a man have shown, the yaret would show the pale pink of her belly and cross that coiling tail in a numbing wait. Maybe not so numbing at all. Maybe very.

"I messed it up real bad," her lip trembled and pouted flat on the ground at a horrid memory, "during travel." Stupid! Stupid memory! Stupid! Lying down then, to display in the many troves that was now the demon spawns lack of threat. All broken into bad pieces. "Can move." That leg moved out again. All scabbed and battered. "Only-- hurt. Don't know what to- do." To do. To do. English could be so hard. Leg hurt..