The blue green metalled carapace shot brilliant shafts of light , blinding him , back to Akasha , as Scarab meandered knowingly before him . ☆ His left arm was at rest on the cool slab of marble , while seated , as the other limb moved involuntarily from a hidden source .
The Scribe
The Scribe
The Scribe
The blue green metalled carapace shot brilliant shafts of light , blinding him , back to Akasha , as Scarab meandered knowingly before him . ☆ His left arm was at rest on the cool slab of marble , while seated , as the other limb moved involuntarily from a hidden source .