Barrow Fields And under mountains in the moon

With this smoldering male beneath him, Vonn threw his weight into his upper body, using the heft that was there to restrain the flailing Rusalkan beneath him. ”Now, now—“ he tsked, a doting smirk of reprimand curving into that pale face, ”As adorable as you are to writhe for me, I think it may be into your best interest to settle.”

The roar of frustration had Vonn’a ears shearing back, and regardless of it all, he did the next best thing he could think of: he plopped right down onto Firefly, distributing what burliness he could of himself, and snickered into that dark face. ”There somewhere you need to be, sweetness?” But for a moment, his eyes flickered to Verx, tensed at his groan of pain—

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She’d returned with Opalia early in yesterday’s morning, to gather her strength today before setting off for one of the lengthier forages. The return was also to check Rose’s stores, before she departed to replenish them and her own. With Blodreina vanished to thin air, the creamed maiden was undeniably her second choice.

The herbalist had been drawn from Hougeda by this myriad she now prepared to conquer; she was implored further by Vonnaruil’s shout, and waddled with all haste to the eastern perimeter. Vonn— keeping some adversary in place, sneering in delight. Verx— tangled with the harpy, felt the ruby rush of blood even from here.

She kept herself tethered where she was within the sequoian treeline. Breath stuttered from her scarred lips, ensnared between retaliation and retreat and her full-moon eyes silver and— and Vonn, and Verx— this chaos—