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dwarvenswagger) wrote2015-06-24 04:53 pm
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The Preserve, Wednesday Afternoon
Thorin was atill leery of the oddly colored deer, but he was willing to give them a chance should they provide a decent enough meal for his yurt.
And possibly an interesting pelt for leathercrafting.
Though at the moment, his chief concern lie in his hunting companion's ability to stomach the activity. "Are you ready?"
[For said companion!]
And possibly an interesting pelt for leathercrafting.
Though at the moment, his chief concern lie in his hunting companion's ability to stomach the activity. "Are you ready?"
[For said companion!]
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"'SOME writers have so confounded society with government, as to leave little or no distinction between them; whereas they are not only different, but have different origins. . . .'"
Something rustled in the bushes.
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"Once more."
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Her lack of enthusiasm for the topic wasn't stopping the three young teal deer from stepping out to listen, though. They were fully grown, but not yet old enough to know a really quality speaker from one simply doing a recitation.
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How kind of them.
Thorin inhaled once to steady his aim before letting the arrow fly. Two deer bounded off, startled. And the third lay on the ground as it died.
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That was a lie.
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How... pleasant it sounded.
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"Not a problem."
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"Did you hope to learn this for yourself?"
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And he totes had servants for this.
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