Luneshale Pass colina

unless this batch was bad, the green would hit her any minute. 

soto doesn’t give things indiscriminately. she’s a test subject, the first guinea pig of his newest product. 

he sniffs the air; blood takes only seconds to reach the heart. the green, carried on that blood, rides out the entire body like a network of waves. he’d given her enough to dose a buck in full rut. 

poetic, if soto was into that sort of thing. 

the only question is, what kind of high is she?