Nova Peak the voices in my head suggest a less than peaceful side

sobeille hoped for the woman, but settled for the man. as he approached she kept her posture neutral, stealing quick glances his way as he prowled in a leonid manner closer.

like those of the moonpack he wore thick pelts splayed over his muscular back; but it was the blood still staining his mad features that drew sobeille's excited eye. though he could not be forgiven for his gender, the ornate bloodkills on display earned a glittering semblance of reptilian esteem.

he was direct! sobeille appreciated this nearly more than the lacework of viscera colorfully texturing his cheek. i be sobeille, lookin' for a man named mulherin who used to call dis place 'ome. she placed a paw upon the kill as her eyes performed a similar flicker, ensuring he did not have a legion behind him awaiting his command to pounce.

was one of those darkened pelts strapped across his spine @Mulherin? an excited ripple moved within her belly. but since he is not 'ere, perhaps you be tellin' me what you intend to establish in dis place.