Cirque Nocturne (cirquenocturne) wrote in cirque_rp, @ 2017-05-21 00:08:00 |
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For some time the merry band had trampled through the muck and mire together, getting bitten by mosquitos in the muggy Southern night. Leading them nowhere. Circles and ruined shoes. No light. Just the cut of the moon and the glow of demonic eyes among the party. The more tender, delicate ones like lambs usered by very dangerous shepherds. Their sweetmeats would make it back to home. No one would be quite sure who suggested it or when the band split up into groups. It just happened. Not a party of heroes, they knew that if something went wrong, they were to run. |