Otter Creek untroubling and untroubled where i lie

he came; he drew close and his ravening for her burned in the pair of them. relmyna lifted her face to his, eagerly preening along one side of the dybukk's narrow face. a low whine trembled in her throat; it had been so long since she had felt the touch of another. the listener had spent little time assessing the root of her attraction to the twisted shadow; it was a mutual satisfaction, even oiled with things should would rather not know as accompaniment.
at a clip she set off for a stand of trees, not glancing over her shoulder this time; relmyna was confident he would follow. and for reasons she too put aside, the priestess was moved by his dubious sort of devotion, the fickle hunger that ruled him enough to make him desire her.