AVARICIOUS WYRM

coyotegirl brings her motorcycle to a stop on the surface of the Charred Moon, its divine engine shaking occult glyphs into the sands as it cycles down into quiescence. her keen eyes peer, her noble snout sniffs, hoping to catch some trace of the treacherous foxgirl she has tracked across the solar system for the past month. that wicked foxgirl who her martial order wanted dead for her freeing of the sacrifice and interruption of the ritual that would have smoked the ghost of their illustrious founder back into the world, but who in that month’s time she had come to learn had left a storm of chaos, larceny and womanizing across this arc of the galactic rim - prying the Malignant Emeralds out of the eyes of the idol of the Ratgirl of Splendor and Opulence, stealing the sacred golden warbong from the pyromancers of the ashen steppe, getting the munchies and eating all the sticky rice in Carcosa… the foxgirl’s crimes are many and heinous. spying a plume of dust on the far horizon, the coyotegirl alights her motorcycle once more and sets off upon her quarry