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Corner of the Preserve, Wednesday Morning
Mar. 11th, 2009 05:45 amThe cacaphony of worry in Arthur's mind had moved past his initial concerns into matters such as there's an awful lot of wizards on the island and I might need to find allies in case something goes wrong, which were quickly shunting him off towards a looming idea he wasn't sure he was willing to recognise just yet. So Arthur did as Arthur did when he'd been out brooding for too long...
Well. Everyone needed a hobby to relieve stress. Arthur's was killing things.
He sneaked around the preserve. With his crossbow, at long last. Active hunting. He ducked his head behind his cover, brushing some leaves aside for a better line of sight. Ah. Terrific.
"I think I've spotted one of those deer."
[[ for the ears and possible SP! anything Merlin-y magical NFB, please ]]
Well. Everyone needed a hobby to relieve stress. Arthur's was killing things.
He sneaked around the preserve. With his crossbow, at long last. Active hunting. He ducked his head behind his cover, brushing some leaves aside for a better line of sight. Ah. Terrific.
"I think I've spotted one of those deer."
[[ for the ears and possible SP! anything Merlin-y magical NFB, please ]]
