Starglow Basin You're The Devil In Disguise

he’s gotten under the man’s skin, and now he twists the knife. 

as he stalks past soto gets a whiff of testosterone; adrenaline hits him like the green. 

if he was healthier he’d pin beau to the ground where he belongs. but he’s hurt, and every battle needs to be chosen wisely. 

the anaconda watches him go, and his mind turns to easier tasks — where in this rock strewn place they might sow their first seed.