Sleepy Fox Hollow she tells me 'worship in the bedroom'

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mahler was beginning to believe it would be all right if he never saw another woman again for all of his days.
he had broken things with andraste, closed wylla to him, upset nyx, and latest of all, tormented takiyok until the foremost thing he could recall of their last meeting was her disgust and the flash of her fangs.
the general crept in disgrace upon the fringes of his territory; it was at once both his land and not his land. more than once his wilder mind suggested he leave diaspora in the hands of takiyok and disperse, but that would surely be his own undoing.
riddled with melancholy, dragging a coffin of shame behind him, the musiker trailed on.
when the little goddess found him, he was perched upon a crag peering balefully into the distance. this time last winter he had been alone, claiming noctisardor for his own. now he stood at the helm of a pack and was thoroughly miserable.
cool heliotrope rested upon ketzia. mahler was silent, expecting nothing more from the women of his diaspora than the pain he had managed to engender between all of them.