Don't Fear the Reaper

N/A · 10-17-2023, 12:02 AM

Mistral was out in the swamp, knee deep in much, as he hunted for something with which Cierzo could fill her belly. The woman had suffered enough and he would be sure that she never wanted for anything ever again. There was very little in the world that Mistral cared about aside from his sister. The blush and chocolate fae had been used and abused. Never again would she feel pain at the paws of another. Never.

Nose to the air, Mistral scented. Rabbit? Out of the water he moved, droplets sluicing off of his striped pelt as he began to lope in the direction of the scent. Between the trees he caught glimpses of motion, but whatever was moving seemed to always be just out of reach. Frustration was bringing with it the beginnings of a headache, a dull thump behind one eye. He wouldn't feed Cierzo some filthy reptile. She deserved better than that. So, he pushed on, intent on getting her something warm and furry for dinner.

"Speech"

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