Moonspear blood [m]oon rising

Perhaps, she entertained, willing to do so. His mood and demeanor both seemed lighter, and Hydra pressed to the more important matter. Her children, if there were to be any, would never be bastards. Not even for a moment. Well? Are you to keep me waiting more than this? What do you say? Will you be my partner in this life? It was a wild conquest he signed up for, but one he at least was not blind to. Hydra looked to the range beyond, and considered with a smug smile: I believe our children might aid us in our conquests. Strong little soldiers and warrior princesses. I hope each inherit your silver tongue, her head turned back to him now, tail waving to waft her odor to intoxicate and ensare. there won't be a mountain left to conquer, when they become of age, her ears pricked, excited by the thought of the strong children they could create.