Blacktail Deer Plateau sets the heart in my ribcage fluttering;

set for 2/6

it was almost time.
her wanderings had begun, short forays that drew the beta out of the plateau and almost inexorably in the direction of the sea.
erzulie would not consider that this litter's conception could not happen along the sands. it must, for that was how she wished it. perhaps aningan might be tempted by her away from rusalka for a time; perhaps she might ensconsce them both in some cunning little alcove and show him what no amount of teaching could prepare him for.
the harlot stretched, flattening her still-lithe body into a run that coursed through the silent woodland.