[ Like it or not, his tone implies. Somewhere in the desert, he is; or, perhaps he is the desert itself. The vast flow of moonlit sand and towering dunes. The landscape she finds gives way at the edges, seeking her territory with obstinate curiousity. He doesn't ask for her permission, instead finding his way towards her as brashly as any true deity might. ]
What? A warrior who seeks to turn her eyes from the god of such?
[ His voice finds her good ear, suddenly.
It is such a coy thing, promising her things. Freedom of violence, the echoing cry of a satisfying hunt. ]
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[ Like it or not, his tone implies. Somewhere in the desert, he is; or, perhaps he is the desert itself. The vast flow of moonlit sand and towering dunes. The landscape she finds gives way at the edges, seeking her territory with obstinate curiousity. He doesn't ask for her permission, instead finding his way towards her as brashly as any true deity might. ]
What? A warrior who seeks to turn her eyes from the god of such?
[ His voice finds her good ear, suddenly.
It is such a coy thing, promising her things. Freedom of violence, the echoing cry of a satisfying hunt. ]