Sleeping Dragon what you need is an older guy,

in sobeille some dove of hopeful thought took flight — and the first of a darker ideal nestled in that suddenly vacant space, its black tendrils outstretching their cnidarian arms around her.

knowing she could not bring herself to love a man, sivaak’s words burned within her.

she was not weak.

as silence draped around them sobeille followed the scarred hunter’s gaze. she wondered of those scars; how each one had been laid or earned — and the fates of those that pressed their permanent mark on something as tender and enduring as flesh.

then sivaak spoke again. feeling an alien flutter in her chest, sobeille turned her chin. is dat who gave you dem scars?