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*Mordred is not used to crowds, rides, candy and did I mention crowds? So at the moment he is all but clinging to his friend, staring wildly about and jumping at loud noises.* This is supposed to be fun, is it? *Mordred is apparently not used to fun either.*

*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.)

Mordred hates thinnies, really he does. Thinnies, old oak doors, todash and all other methods of unorthodox travel.

This probably has something to do with the fact that he is currently sprawled on a lawn in completely the wrong universe, with no way to get back.

After a second or two he gets up and wanders to the door of the house. There's bound to be food in there somewhere, he can feel at least one mind. "Let me in, sai, if ya would. Mordred's a-hungry and a-lost!"

Current Mood: confused
Current Location: Through a thinny