Big Salmon Lake outlaw

Tastes shifted over time. Fads would come and go — but attraction, that was a constant. If something looked appealing to a byzantine like Marius, he was keen to have it for himself. Although this was not the mutt he had been toying with in the night previous, there was a certain allure he could not ignore.

This man, tall and dark and feral in his mien, held a power that Marius craved in a way that was deeper, perhaps more profound, than his lust for a woman. He wasn't quite so tall himself — he wasn't suited to living a wholly wild life the way this stranger appeared to. These were things to be coveted.

I don't think you've ever been afraid in your life. A compliment for the man! Look at him, he was the pinnacle of the barbaric.

It wasn't a lusting eye that beheld the stranger, but something appreciative. If Calixtus had caught the glimmer of desire in that split second he would have laughed, slapped his son across the back, and derided him for potential homosexuality.