User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/Ask the Doc and his Family!/@comment-25808351-20180124030225/@comment-28358106-20180208150609

Tirush's tail uncoils and drops behind her, swinging slowly, like a pendulum. "Your past deeds will always be a part of you.  It is better that you wear them as scars and jewelry than water and stones, that others cannot see."

She reaches up and pulls her top down, almost, completely off, exposing a breast almost to the nipple. A large gash, long healed, runs the length of its curve from top to bottom.

"This I received when Partha was very young, and my first husband's death was yet burning in my soul.   A band of men had come close to our lair.  Who were these men?  I did not ask.  But my heart ached for the Spirit, and yet burned for revenge for my husband.  I did not know these men, but I still fell upon them, and destroyed their cart, and slaughtered their horses.  They fled, all but one, and I took him, and knew him, but not before he cut me with a mighty blade.  It was in blood and anger, then, that I stole his Spirit."

She tucks the top back in place. "It is a great shame.  But did I keep this shame to myself, or did I lay it at the feet of my beloved Danthe, that he might judge the whole of me?  This, I think, you know the answer to."

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Giving a growling purr as het head is scratched, Partha needs no further invitation. The lanky girl crawls into Marcus' lap, a tangle of spindly limbs and wings. She attempts to curl up, but only really succeeds in almost completely enveloping Marcus and his chair.