Phantom Hollow i know you must know it now -- my organs have stoned

the man turned, and buffalo gave a low growl of approval. that he had been recognized was paramount; the madman prowled closer beneath the scrutiny of the other's goldcoin stare. at the tension that thrummed suddenly in the other's limbs gave his own pale legs pause; he arched a brow and aimed a snicker in the stranger's direction.
buffalo, enthused by his predilection for discovering the more interesting denziens of the damned land, buffalo passed a languid tongue along his jaws and smirked. "your mother's got to feel so blessed you kiss her with that smooth mouth," the pale heathen crooned, lashing his tail. "where are you off to on this sore day?"