#katras

“I’m Katras Vir’Tarth, leader of the honorable Deathmen. Well, not really honorable, but you get the idea.” “There are worse ways of going out than three mugs of ale followed by a good fight, don’t you think? It was great knowing you, Tahar. Now let’s dance.”

[Image ID] digital fanart on a blue background shows Spock suspended in space, with golden stars beneath him. He has long hair, which is floating above him. He's glowing yellow. A poem to the left of him reads "It used to be/ I danced in the stars/ Now/ I float in the space /Between them/ Motionless/ Their beauty has not dimmed. Text beneath this reads Poem By Herenya_Writes, art by Marlinspirkhall. [End ID]

Raith: There you go, perfect fic (key stone into a magical altar) Katras: That's what she said Yria: Don't.

“Always open! Marvel at the quaint local culture. Lots of room. Owner can be difficult.”