Bearclaw Valley the masque of the red death

staring toward the distant mountain, thinking of donovan around and within his flesh, and without and outside his heart. never a true affection between them, for merrick was incapable of it and had never attempted with any but his blackbird. she had been collecting an impressive compilation of new scars, each one highlighting her feral majesty.
the red girl, calling for her father.
it was not a word merrick liked to think; it was not a term he enjoyed, even after his acceptance of their rotund little weaknesses. father; something destroyed by tadec. and something affected by what laurel had spat to him, that maddened bitch. the bearprince would never admit such, but when he blinked at times, gaze filling with darkness a moment, it felt as though his crimson cub flared suddenly and horrifically into indra.
"you've killed again," merrick smirked as he melted into her presence. avicus; phoenix;