Northstar Vale marble bone

half-breed.

Tousaint hid his thoughts well, but he cringed inwardly. He knew women to be strong, proud, vain- but that they could also be flawed. In one afternoon, he found himself rattled by both women, for very different reasons. Of course, no one was perfect, but…Slave-keeping and racism were unforgivable. 

He would exist in a world between them, though he began to find some amount of disgust growing within himself- directed toward himself- for becoming an enabler to both of them.

The fox kit’s life would be spared, though clearly Viskani received the gift with some amount of disdain. 

As you wish, He said, and pushed the vine toward her. Perhaps under her supervision, the pitiful creature might live a half-life, integrated amongst a pack of wolves. If nothing else, then as a pet indeed. Let ‘is healt be a reflection  of our prosperity, ‘ere in de Vale. He said. After all- what else could flaunt their progress, but a fat and happy pet?’