Dragoncrest Cliffs o, tempora! o, mores!

yes, yes!

Erzulie takes down the fawn, and sets upon the doe, work not yet done. Avicus has no thought for Haunt now, only blood, and she continues her assault upon the older deer's hindquarters.

she tastes blood. she's connected with a haunch, peeling back skin and sinew. a piercing bleat—

she leaps and tries to seize the doe's back in her jaws. if she can grasp tight, wound some vertebrae—no, she is too low down upon the spine, she needs the neck—

now she's riding, half-slung, upon the galloping deer. churning hind legs graze her belly; she clings, then falls;

she hits the ground and sees stars.