Razorback Ridge salt bundle

she was vines and thorns.

royal eagle held in place by the bidding of the mountain panther. it was hooded eye of an old and ancient jewel that watched the kisses. it was the cupped ears of a politician that listened to the drawl of foreign words and how they stirred something within her.

and the mountain panther was gone, dancing with laughter that lit the shadows.

her pace was quick and pointed. a knife wielded for this always. again and again. her teeth snipped the air between them and the sounds of her breathing were heavy.