Shimmering Sands sun conch

kusax̱asaa did not come so close. he found in his hateful freedom, his burgeoning resentment of the wife who had held his heart and then thrown it into the mud — he found that he enjoyed the look of her blood-eating hips, and anger sent lust like a dart through the chieftain.

he settled nearby, splaying himself in the sand and turning a watchful eye over her traipsing brood.

"i want to reward you for sharing your milk with my son, monster-woman," kusax̱asaa said at last, ears tilting toward her once more as his mauled stare returned attention. "i have thought of many things i could offer. but i want to know what you desire in return."