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Rostislav Still in the forest, still looking for new recruits. Damaris has rejoined me, carrying a rabbit in her mouth. The thing looks pathetic - dark brown and dripping blood from its once-soft fur. Damaris's fangs are deep in it, and I can see where its body is disintegrating slowly from touching her acid. I smile and send her thoughts of congratulations. Though she is becoming very adept at hunting, I still feel that it is important to keep encouraging her and nurturing her confidence. She doesn't seem to need it, but it makes me feel better to do so anyway. She barks around the rabbit, trying to get my attention. She sees what is ahead of us, and I'm late to the game. Nothing too fearful, but an equine all alone. Only after I take notice do I hear her shrill whinny. I wince, feeling the subtle signs of a hangover start to appear. I don't get hangovers too often, but I've been drinking an awful lot lately, and every know and then they spring up. Ugh. Why the yelling! A unicorn.. black with.. red points. Strange, but I approach anyway. "Lady comrade! Can I help you today?" I come closer and stop not far away, Damaris standing at my side. She drops the rabbit and presents as lopsided grin to the newcomer. Never mind the bloody tongue and fangs... Walk. Talk. Top Shelf Sexy Badass |
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*You may do anything you wish with Rostislav excluding dismemberment and death.
