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(closed) they tell you not to hang aroundβ
Who: arthur morgan and jonas ward.
When: after the full moon chaos.
Where: outside of the bright wall, but within safe limits of it.
What: some real manly huntin' and dadly dating advice.
Warnings: animal death, blood, gutz, and "the talk."
I'm having some second thoughts about this, Mr. Morgan. (jonas stares at the bow in his hands, then through the trees at the sizeable stag munching on a stalk of grass.
the clearing is about thirty yards away. stalking any closer to it sounds frightening, especially when the large animal shows off its imposing antlers with a shake of its heavy head. it looks to him like it's already aware of their presence and warning them to try something, but in actuality the placid deer is shooing away a few pesky black flies.
pulls a face, eyes squeezed shut. he's gonna' straight up die here.)
Oh, Jesus. That thing is huge. We're supposed to take it down with a couple pointy sticks?
When: after the full moon chaos.
Where: outside of the bright wall, but within safe limits of it.
What: some real manly huntin' and dadly dating advice.
Warnings: animal death, blood, gutz, and "the talk."
I'm having some second thoughts about this, Mr. Morgan. (jonas stares at the bow in his hands, then through the trees at the sizeable stag munching on a stalk of grass.
the clearing is about thirty yards away. stalking any closer to it sounds frightening, especially when the large animal shows off its imposing antlers with a shake of its heavy head. it looks to him like it's already aware of their presence and warning them to try something, but in actuality the placid deer is shooing away a few pesky black flies.
pulls a face, eyes squeezed shut. he's gonna' straight up die here.)
Oh, Jesus. That thing is huge. We're supposed to take it down with a couple pointy sticks?