Bearclaw Valley your dark splendor

fangs bared in a cold grin, ice crackling over the volcanic rage of his features. "you're fucking kidding me, right?" if evien was attempting to be objective, it was unwanted. 
look at me, his single eye telegraphed in flames. you want to hand me a child?
"it's best if this never happens," merrick declared, shoving himself upright.."have you told anyone?"