( ...but is she? A true serpent, she? He hesitates, eyes slanting and his vantage dark, the heft of tree branches drowning his face, slipping through the nest of his hair. There is a knowing of creatures that fails him here, the... lady a sum of petty mutations.
Farther out, golden sun stabs the ground, gentle in difusion. He thinks of the sickly impertinence, the brazen face of evil that shows itself at midday. In the womb of the dusted road, his hand quiets on his sword, recaling — Allison Hargreeves, stiff and stilled alongside other, winged beasts, facing Bichen. Surely, she does not want to look upon his blade again. )
The creature of the wells. Dark of hair, sickly of pallor. Fast. Wet. Her jaws unhinged. No limbs the eye meets. She devours vermin.
( This may well be the most he has shared in one breath in some time now. Even the most moderate, tamed ot cultivators knows to deliver the details of a hunting report. )
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( ...but is she? A true serpent, she? He hesitates, eyes slanting and his vantage dark, the heft of tree branches drowning his face, slipping through the nest of his hair. There is a knowing of creatures that fails him here, the... lady a sum of petty mutations.
Farther out, golden sun stabs the ground, gentle in difusion. He thinks of the sickly impertinence, the brazen face of evil that shows itself at midday. In the womb of the dusted road, his hand quiets on his sword, recaling — Allison Hargreeves, stiff and stilled alongside other, winged beasts, facing Bichen. Surely, she does not want to look upon his blade again. )
The creature of the wells. Dark of hair, sickly of pallor. Fast. Wet. Her jaws unhinged. No limbs the eye meets. She devours vermin.
( This may well be the most he has shared in one breath in some time now. Even the most moderate, tamed ot cultivators knows to deliver the details of a hunting report. )