Moonspear ausländer

i love it!

the more hydra spoke, the more that mahler felt she and stigmata would have made a grand pair. however, they were both wholly ambitious, singular in their ferocity, their hunger, their wants. in the gargoyle, there was no such lofty ambition, no scouring lust to be king of all. mahler was content to rule diaspora until such a time as stigmata's children wished to take from him the reins of such.
"i find you admirable, hydra," mahler intoned, musing over all she had said. "it is my hope that such a fierce ruler has an equally supportive consort." not king; he sensed there was no king in moonspear, and that was as it should be.
"the children of diaspora belong first to their mothers, then to diaspora," he revealed. "they are the lifeblood of any pack, and it takes all the pack to raise them." so there; visions aligned.
hydra asked after his own persuasions, and here mahler paused awhile, having not contemplated what he truly wished outside the framework of stigmata's dream. "my kill-brother sought to rule the sunspire," the gargoyle murmured lightly. "and vhile i admire his insistence it could be done, such things do not happen vithout alliances. vithout ...exchange," mahler added, thinking of the many children stigmata had sired and how he himself could take such a notion and make it more effective.
thinking, pondering; he turned his eyes to the queen and was silent.