Ouroboros Spine x-ing a paragrab

it is strange. she expects the woman to attack, and yet words come. some she knows, some not, but they all mean nothing to her until the very last: him.

Karst? Avicus manages, her brow furrowed. her ankle continues to dribble; she feels the pulse there, hard and fast.

sees the pulse in moonwoman's throat.

she's taken a throat before, felt life bleed from it. had the woman? or is she dangerous in other ways—or at least believes herself powerful?

she is no better than Merrick, Avicus thinks, a look of disdain wrinkling her muzzle.

all they are is flesh and blood;

all of them, whether worm or wolf.