Hideaway Strath Till he learns to be a killer With a lust for being bad

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Priest listened attentively even as watched the ebony world above him. The twinkles and the winks, how they all felt to speak to him in such erotic ways, a release of pressure from the heavy hitting thrump of his forever beating heart. PRiest was a soulful man, despite his down to earth peronality. He loved the places above this, the novae and galaxies his mother would whisper to him of in such exotic detail. She would tell the tales as though she had known every star out there, a though every galaxy had been her own. She was a beautiful woman, and seemed as though she herself did not even belong in the universe as it was. He drove to be as diligent and graceful as she was, and not without the discipline she had instilled in him and his littermates, as well. Well, or so he thought. 

Bringing the miraculous stare his company, he addressed the matter finally. "We don't have anything specific in mind, but we're just as particular about who we join, to be honest. We come from a pretty complicated place." He doubted he would be able to explain it all to Nikan and for the mortal man to even remotely comprehend the complexity, but who knew?