there will always be the hunt skekMal inhaled the deep scent of the thick forest; the moss mixed with damp earth and the rain that just washed Thra. His tail thumped against the ground, with content, as last droplets fell on his unmasked face.
by skekMal

skekEkt: The crawlies infest my room so much lately! So many of them enters my bed and tip-toes over my robes!

skekSil: *smiling sneakily* Yes, hmm-hmm, they are indeed pests. Let’s call the Hunter, yes, he kills them all~

skekEkt: *turning a bit pale* Ah— no, the crawlies are such a nice– eh— creatures. They are not even that numerous! The castle always was full of them, either way…

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skekMalthe hunt never ends
Mal. Hunter. Witch, forest spirit and a wild creature. Night enchantress and pagan soul. Loves slavic mythology and literature. Woods are her sacred place.
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