ShotAtTheNight

With the gentle grip of his deSTRENGTHening gloves, so as to not break the rungs of the wooden and rope ladder, Horuss Zahhak hurriedly climbs to the top to meet up with the naive Rufioh Nitram as he said he would. There is a spot of guilt in him that has poked and prodded its way to the surface, because the always-prompt blue blood had canceled on their last three secret “dates”, so-to-speak, due to plans that came up. Maybe he shouldn’t call them dates, but he has no other term for the hangouts or get togethers. Saying hangouts or get togethers sounds downright silly in his own opinion, but that’s not up for discussi