[So, Mayfield....
remember when Margarita got her hands on a certain egg? Oh, you don't? Well, that's okay! Because she's now riding (or walking beside)
what came out of it through the streets and front yards of Mayfield. She's bundled up in a coat, mittens and scarf- with her frog, Surely, poking his head out of the last -but that's it. Hell
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Whatever it is, Thorfinn hasn't had a good hunt in a while. He's going to climb up the nearest house rooftop and watch Margarita and her "steed" from above, one hand on the knife at his side.]
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she'll just be chattering aimlessly to the dragon as it lumbers through the streets, now and then SUDDENLY FIRE]
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THAT IS A DRAGON, HOW IS THAT A THING
WHATEVER. If it breathes and isn't Askeladd, Thorfinn can kill it. He trails them as they move down the streets, leaping from rooftop to rooftop when necess-
OH FUCK YOU ICE. Margarita and her companions may hear a crash as Thorfinn slips off a nearby roof and lands in a conveniently-placed snowpile.]
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what]
...what was that?
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He's just watching her throw snowballs from the porch of their house. His expression says: I'd like to see you fucking try, bitch.]
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looks at the snowball in her hand
this face]
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Is that really a good plan?]
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yeah no, she puts the snowball down.]
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