Hideaway Strath Dreadful Happenstance

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Indigo sapphires laced over the face of the skeleton woman, her cursed features of highlighted bones by pale alabaster fur that detailed the exact origins and whereabouts of her skull, betraying that this lupine was so much more into the morgue than what any other could inherit. Her Affinity was so clear, so obvious, and Priest felt so much at home with her for it. Almost as though she were the piece he needed to stabilize in his own misery. 

“That’s cool; glad you’re making it-“ his ears stuck to her direction, ignoring the squirrel that tried to steal his attention as it scampered behind him for possible edibles. “It’s been a good minute. Maybe we could chill or somethin’ or maybe catch a bit to eat together.” He didn’t ask; she would say no. Well shit, she could still say no. And he couldn’t exactly fault her for it. The Reapette wasn’t exactly smiling at him, or welcoming him back with a hug or kiss. 
She wasn’t easy- 

 

Like the rest...

He had his standards. They were whacked out sometimes, but still was considered a standard, right? “Is quail still your favorite?“