Morningside Cuesta [m] trottinggale

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stained now in cerise droplets, they stood together, silhouettes of killing power upon the land. she was not his shadow; she was someone who had come to reflect back at sun eater those parts of himself he always felt red leaf had never prized.

and how he loved the mirror of his starwoven's face!

"wife."

the trial ahead would be her final honing, a test to what he had always held to be true. but he would not forget quickly this glimpse of her knife-edges, her spear-point eyes. this the birthright for their children, that those places which had forged her held the same ideals as the snow which smelted lanzadoii hunters.

his teeth twitched against her eartip, holding for a moment of rapturous jealousy before he was released into a laving kiss.