Cerulean Cape winterlied

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mahler blinked slowly as the girl assaulted him with a barrage of words, the iron of his gaze growing more cold the longer she went on. that the labertasche finally stopped, her words ending on a a strangled chuckle edged in a note of shame, did little to appease the man. he drew himself to his full height and regarded her with a long and scornful look.
he would have his fun, he decided; the grimnismal brute rolled his shoulders and stepped away to regard the girl down the imperious slant of his charcoal-speckled muzzle. "why?" he inquired; perhaps he knew what she sought but would withhold; perhaps he knew nothing. mahler gave no indication of either.