Moonspear ausländer

hydra.
her invitation was briefly tempting, but diaspora must remain for now where stigmata had left it, until they had scouted winter quarters. still, mahler warmed beneath the queen's pondering regard of him, the curious travel of her haunting eyes over his body. while he was controlled and aware, mahler was too a man, and so straightened under the light touch of her gaze.
she was beautiful, savage; hydra brought him to mind of takiyok, and mahler believed coolly in the moment that followed only he might be able to meet hydra as an equal, her current king gone quite ignored as he set his plans.
"and i vill velcome all news of your own," mahler murmured, settling his brief and gentle smile upon hydra before he took in the sight of the identical lyra. "i thank both of you," the gargoyle rumbled, head inclining in a bow to the fierce sisters. "i vill ask if anything is needed." 
while he would have wanted to roam the peak, collect and identify his own plants, the warrior had made it quite clear this was not allowed, and so mahler only gave the pair another look of gratitude before he carefully slipped into the place where poor sunknived aurewen lay in anguished repose.