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Morgrim // author
Mer // category
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2054-03-29 11:43:47 // time
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Morgrim played: Sethiss
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Something was wrong with her. Something had changed.

In that cell block she'd been willing to open the door and let Paul rend into Leonard with elongated claws. After all if anyone deserved the honours it was him. She'd been willing to stand aside and watch if Adrian or Frederick or any of the others joined in. She'd even been willing to attack Leonard herself. More than willing; it had been incredibly tempting to sink teeth into a calf as the Puppet was escorted past.

It wasn't wanting to truly torture him, nothing permanent like how he'd blinded Paul. Just to rough him up a little, let him know they weren't helpless in these forms and that he lived on their grace and to never, ever do something like that again. To take satisfaction in his fear.

It wasn't vengeance. And it definitely wasn't a selfish excuse. It was purely justice.

If she told herself that often enough she might believe it.