Bearclaw Valley moreau's golem

his eyes, as he watched her, were illuminated in the dappled morning light like the critical sheen of spectacles. her half-flung pebble had hardly stirred up any dust, let alone hurt the rugged stigmata, and he didn't react audibly to the perceived slight. he glanced away, dismissing her embarrassment with the same courtesy he gave to flies, and then returned his gaze to her with an expectant look.

it was the best he could do to hide his hunger. she was cherry-sweet, and submissive compared to the certain way he squared his shoulders and angled himself forward. she was delectable; overly enticing  to an opportunist like himself. stigmata inhaled slowly. "do not blame yourself," he sighed in response, almost as if missing him had been an unfortunate thing. "i should have announced myself sooner," eden's serpent slithered.