treat Catherine better than the world has treated you

*Lecter* · April 19, 2014, 09:54 PM

@sitri: & @tyrande nightshade:

He had thought long of the disservice that the black male had done to his fetish; though he had tossed it into the river, the man had not rinsed his mouth before taking the deer to his wolves, presumably. The curse would run rampant through the pack regardless. Much of his contemplation had been during a dozen small hunts, mostly for rats and mice, though the occasional rabbit had found its way into the pile of carcasses.

Though any other wolf would find this wasteful, Lecter had set himself to dissecting the bodies, removing the entrails and heads and setting them aside in a pile of leaves. Into the cavities went a mixture of juniper berries, new grass, and wildflowers; innocuous to the educated, though against the backdrop of gore, it would seem frightening to any who did not recognize the herbs.

The entrails he also kept, and presently Lecter licked gouts of blood from his jaws and regarded his work with pride. Two dozen bodies lay before him, along with a pile of viscera and heads, and three large rats the shaman had kept whole for his purposes. He lifted his muzzle to call for Tyrande and Sitri, eyes glimmering in the darkness; dawn had not yet kissed the earth.