WESSEX
“Gods, I don’t blame you,” the Wraith says with a snort. “I’d be perfectly happy taking a nap until all this drama is over.” But only if the rest of the world could sleep too. Maybe that’s just what Caido needs - a nice, long nap. Everyone is less cranky when they have a nap.
She wastes no time in cutting into the still-warm head, drenching the snow in a crimson pool because even in beasts, head wounds bleed a lot. “I’ll be sure to let her know you helped.” It doesn’t take much to scalp it and sever the antlers, which go in one hand while the carcass lands with a thud over her shoulder. “I’m sure someone will want this back at the Citadel.” She isn’t sure what luxere tastes like, but meat is meat and Deepfrost is coming…
Spreading goodwill and generosity can’t hurt. Especially with what will lie before them.
{Fin}
She wastes no time in cutting into the still-warm head, drenching the snow in a crimson pool because even in beasts, head wounds bleed a lot. “I’ll be sure to let her know you helped.” It doesn’t take much to scalp it and sever the antlers, which go in one hand while the carcass lands with a thud over her shoulder. “I’m sure someone will want this back at the Citadel.” She isn’t sure what luxere tastes like, but meat is meat and Deepfrost is coming…
Spreading goodwill and generosity can’t hurt. Especially with what will lie before them.
{Fin}
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
