*It's a nice day for a hunting trip. Mordred is still in human form, but his mind is reaching out to look for prey like the creepiest of spiders. Somewhere not far off there are deer, birds, other hunters . . .*
(So, what shall we catch today? There are humans near, I'm sure at least one of them deserves to die.)
(So, what shall we catch today? There are humans near, I'm sure at least one of them deserves to die.)
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Date: 2018-02-06 11:09 pm (UTC)From:"Sorry we can't help you find your friends."
Because they are all gone. every last bit of them!
Coventina hold her hand out to Mordred, feeling very smug indeed.
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Date: 2018-02-07 12:03 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2018-02-07 10:59 am (UTC)From: