Arrow Lake mourntart

thorn was not only physically capable, his intellect shone through a brazen display that capitalized perfectly on their current target's weakness. his own body on autopilot, the tactician dove in with a fencer's strike and cleaved the stag's precious gullet before it could recover from its vicious stumbling. having done the work of a surgeon's blade, thorn's contributions to the assault were unnecessary thereafter but certainly sped up the process.

at the death of their prize, the blood-splashed stigmata regarded the formidable thorn with a stern kind of fondness, before tossing his head back in a howl for @Mahler, @Takiyok, and @Finch to come dine and socialize with their newest recruit. but first, the two of them gorged first happily, long before the others could arrive.

faaaaade. "thorn, everybody. everybody, thorn!" the end <3