Gareth

Gray EyesQuiet over steel, gray eyes focusfrom his soul out into a lightmurky with the smoke that nightmists from the evenings hocus-pocus.Useless to resist the power of his eyes when they fix you with a stare meant to kill, then eat, over glare from iris glinting off the starry skies.No message from the touch of quiet paws as he firms, intent for a strikelightning-swift, jagged, nothing like the velvet rationale of laws. Once youre meshed between his teeth, accept new life his way through his flesh,turgid, understood hes master, the guessof no absorbed to yes above, beneath.