Shimmering Sands sun conch

— sivaak is no fool. the mind of muradoii is calculative, sharp. speak little, and hunt. devote the life to the hunt, to the black sea.

she sees in that single icy eye. sees as it probes upon her, and she shifts her white flesh in a way more appealing. it is something that would have filled her with such violent disgust months ago—to enjoy the lusting eye of a lanzadoii man.

but she found in sun eater much more than just lanzadoii. he was a chieftain. strong. and he was unlike many lanzadoii she had encountered; though it had only ever been few. he did not shy away from violence. she enjoyed the scars that marked his dark hide.

red eyes pull away from where she so boldly looked at his manful size and instead look to his scarred face. thinking of what she might want from him—but blood-drinker already knows what he could give her. it is only one thing.

her sneer is warm, but not in the way of softness. in the way of violence. she does not speak his tongue as eloquently as him but she will speak it upon his ears. to please him. i want you. she growls. i taked your cousin as wife but she betray. she prove weak. now your wife proved weak to you. a shrug of her scarred shoulder, rolling thick as she moves to pull herself to stand. taking thick steps closer to where he chose to lay, and descending once more across from him. her hefty, womanly size collapsing with a thud in the sand.

her eyes remain watchful and hungry upon him, but ears turn to listen close to the sounds of their children playing in the distance. no muradoii man ever impress me how you do. sometimes wish that i taked you onto me after we hunted instead of muradoii calves father.

she does not hide the shudder at the thought of it. a band of both lanzadoii and muradoii. you take me. your brother breed talvani.