Two pages today. This is coming together remarkably well. Good show, Sette!
Duane keeps lion glamour pymarics on his person the way some men carry pocketknives. You're never going to catch him without at least one, and most likely with several - after all, a man never knows when he's going to be called to put the leonine fear of Ssael into some poor sinner's soul.
And if he has to do this bloody thing, he's going to do it properly...
still... there's a giddy dysphoria creeping in the back of his thoughts. This isn't right, and he can't remember exactly how this has come about or when he agreed to do it...
Ashley
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