Golden Glade mustgrave

he's different then the men she and mictec have grown to know. 

noble. distant, perhaps - but where is that hungry machismo, where is the sense of entitlement and ownership that commands them to bend their women over and subdue them?

this new world and its new customs! atoztli savors the simmering heat between their bodies, tasting blood distant on the tip of her tongue. she misses the temple. she misses the warmth of her coven, the rich blood of their tithes, and the thrumming, churning bodies of the devoted --

but there is only this man now, and the cold, empty place he's carved into the earth.

do you?