Arrow Lake I'm good it's just a scratch

as she shifted, he felt the touch of her words. to his knowledge, diaspora had no enmity with elysium. mahler wondered why she asked such things.
kazimir was ambitious, but the gargoyle did not understand how far she meant to have her desires reach.
he was silent, preening the woman’s lacerations with his keen muzzle, and did not answer until he had finished.
”vhy do you believe ve have a problem vith elysium?” he intoned then, drawing back to find the flame of her eyes with his own hard lilac gaze.