Wapun Meadow boorish

another step, and now merrick could smell the sangre tinge of fields' breath. "there is nothing wrong with you," he repeated, fascinated by the curvature of the other's mouth as he formed the words.
at the mention of parents, the snake surged forward; its coils writhed momentarily in his gaze, and ice slipped beneath the plane of his voice, limning it with a smoke bred of a long standing wrath. "they were wrong," he hissed, his turn now to turn to ash and cinders, mouth filling with wormwood.
"my mother was wrong too." a slow smile to dispel the ire that had played upon his countenance. "i killed her for it."