Ankyra Sound now I wish to piss on his parade.

the young beta soon made his presence known, joining her with a smooth churn of his young limbs. briefly envious of illidan's grace superimposed against her own heavier step, erzulie put aside these thoughts, offering the male a welcoming curve of her lips. "de prince of rusalka," she teased gently, but surely that was one of his titles, even over the butterscotch svalinn.
illidan knew she was with child, and erzulie saw little reason to dwell upon it at this time. if the boy wanted to know about it, he would ask, in his low and direct way. "how have you been?" the harlot chose instead, settling her eyes upon the intelligent hardness of his own.