Davis remained quiet. Observant. He did not trust this Sin Eater. His focus was on being ready should it decide to attack. Davis was prepared to put two bullets between its eyes.
Davis remained quiet. Observant. He did not trust this Sin Eater. His focus was on being ready should it decide to attack. Davis was prepared to put two bullets between its eyes.
Krieg nodded, curiosity intensified within his eyes. "I am a servant to She-of-Many-Faces, commonly known as the Crone. I am affiliated with the Second Descent. Meeting one such as yourself is a most auspicious occasion." He smiled with cheerfulness that might be perceived as creepy. "Might you be one of Her sacred incarnations?"
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Mable continued to nurture Caroline with pats, rubs, cooing, etc. like she would with a cat. Mable's response was simple, "I help nature."
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The Plague Cat stirred, a pause pregnant upon her lips. The smile that followed, one gathered, was meant to be coy; yet somehow the smile was wrong. Too thin. Too cruel. Too haughty.
"Maybe we are. The Plague Cat has been known by many things. And has collected many titles inside of Hades."
She paused again, eyes unblinking.
"Perhaps we should move to this... farm?"
The four weeks is drawing to a close. Shall we wrap up this scene?
I've got nothing to contribute so it's cool to close.
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I'm good with moving on
Good to close.
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And Caroline the Plague Cat is spirited away to the Farm...
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