"From the searing heart of the wind-swept desert to the deepest darkest depths of my jungle, many tales are told of the northerner with fur white as snow. They speak of peerless beauty, of a strength to rival the greatest of the gods, of power to twist and change the very earth beneath her feet! Stunned by the ease with which I have ensorcelled her, I've begun to realize that none of these sonnets ever spoke of an iron will - or, indeed, of any particular mental fortitude at all. I had been looking forward to something of a challenge from the girl, but I suppose this is for the best.

At least there will be no need to renew the spell ahead of suppertime."

- Journal of Sanguis, Serpent Lord of the Rubeline Spires

Art by  Tartii who has totally blown Trishka's mind. Also mine.