Totoka River made flesh [m]

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damn it all! lasher lifted his muzzle as if to croon his desires into the infernal wind, with wonderment at the possibility of it carrying o'ertop the briny squall into the unwilling ears of the mottled enchantress. perhaps with her throng of misandrist amazons would she answer his call, with an order that the miserable throbbing worm beneath his belly be stretched and quartered without delay.

he felt he would love her despite this masochism; taltos was a disconsolate sadist where the pythoness was concerned. but he did not beckon to her through the crash of the waves; the sound trembled in his throat, its notes barren and plinking silver into a long whine the alar hunchback could hear with cocked head.

prudently lasher heeded the squawked monotone and for the first time since their ill meet the black avian commanded the focus of his fruitless intentions. he realized that the stormcloud to which the bird referred in his ugly croakings was not a harbinger of lightning and thunder, but the woman herself.

yet he was suddenly ruffled, uncomposed, unwilling to debase himself before something easily slaughtered with the click of his niveous knives. but the servant knew that if this Lauren were beneath the bridge to his fair maiden, he would do well to heap praise upon the orcish little head with its knowing and beady eyes.

i would not send you away. you know what it is i wish. the beta sighed into the salted air, scarcely recognizing himself. name your price.