Ouroboros Spine If you were a Transformer… you’d be Optimus Fine.

narrow-minded men. the reward was to build something upon which to put their names, and a home for generations to be born to their hearth. but these things took time, and this one was not patient. none of them were patient. his swearing folded back the duck's ears, but in all honesty she had ceased her fear of him. his heart was filled with sourness. only until he tasted something sweet would he be satisfied.

sweetheart. kukutux said nothing; she wore her aloofness like a wrap and sat down in the snow to watch him depart.

she did not think he would be back again. he had given her no name and did not know her own.

green gaze shifted to moonspear.