Heron Lake Plateau and when you wanted someone else, i withdrew

last from phas <3

for a brief while, the contest of wills looked as if it would be won by the beaver; yet her children were precocious -- inept, and possibly stupid, but precocious. for each time they were roughly flung from the bucking beaver, they rallied and tried again - caiaphas could see the edge worn from the beaver's attempts, and watched as exhaustion insidiously crept in.

it would be over soon.

she licked her lips and gave elwood a passing glance: he had been silent - perhaps he did not approve of the method in which she indoctrinated bloodsport to her children, but he held his tongue. caiaphas was not raising daisies -- she was raising tiny sociopaths -- and feeling her work here was done, (and that they would know what to do once the beaver's energy was wholly sapped from him) the sylph rose and prowled off - leaving her children with the still-fighting creature.