Blacktail Deer Plateau as soon as i glance at you a moment,

the sea beat in her blood. her bones had turned to coral. the taste of salt filled her mouth, and her breath was the lash of waves against high stone cliffs.
come wid me, @Aningan, the harlot sang into the cold air of the late winter morning. as if she were a bird of the brine, as if she were a lone sea turtle, erzulie longed to return to the sands where she might conceive once more.
heat, thrumming beneath her pelt. eyes, gleaming with an open and hungry lust. she tasted the air; she wended her way between pines at the edge of the river which ran against the base of rusalka.
come wid me to de sea.