Sunset Valley seltsam

"alvays is a heavy vord, ketzia."
his voice was a gentle warning against the great changes that could come to her. would come to her, more than she had surmounted thus far. such was the nature of living, and they were subject to the whims nature set beneath that boundary.
a growing desire soon choked by shame, shame that mahler should want to use and give himself to be used, chasing away the clinging shroud of memories borne for a long-dead man.
always stigmata in his head, and mahler realized that perhaps he had lied.
it bore a weight but certain things would forever be the bruised place within him that had never healed upon losing their ironwolf.
"in the end i could not embody his spirit the vay that i vanted," mahler said softly, admitting the truth of it in an instance. "he vas a proud and feral man until his last day."