Felltree Marsh be quiet and drive

forgive me love the notification slipped from my mind until now <33

mm, what a gorgeous cut of meat! certainly, not most finely preserved, and she'd've preferred it fresh and bloody, but as it is said among the peasantry, à cheval donné on ne regarde pas les dents!

her own forks had but stabbed through a thin layer of muscle - when a most infernal commotion had the queen leap and scream!

what surprise she'd been caught by! the ruffian's teeth punctured the back of her arm before retreat, and her own head swung to follow him-- putain! un barbare! her rage was at once ignited, and she swung with blades drawn to punish him!