[ Slowly, slowly, he closes the distance between them, moving forward step by step through the trees until he's just a yard away. Her heart's racing, but she's not scared — he almost wonders if he ought to be disappointed. (The hunt staves the feeling off; it's not about whether or not she's frightening of him, it's about catching her. And there's nowhere she could go, now that she's in his sights, that she could really escape him.) ]
Any hunter'd be happy to bag a doe. You saw what happened to Bambi's mom.
[ Or maybe she hasn't, considering the varying eras and worlds from which the manor's general populace hail, but he doesn't really care either way. His head cocks as he looks at her, an easy (too-sharp) smile visible under the edge of his mask. ]
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[ Slowly, slowly, he closes the distance between them, moving forward step by step through the trees until he's just a yard away. Her heart's racing, but she's not scared — he almost wonders if he ought to be disappointed. (The hunt staves the feeling off; it's not about whether or not she's frightening of him, it's about catching her. And there's nowhere she could go, now that she's in his sights, that she could really escape him.) ]
Any hunter'd be happy to bag a doe. You saw what happened to Bambi's mom.
[ Or maybe she hasn't, considering the varying eras and worlds from which the manor's general populace hail, but he doesn't really care either way. His head cocks as he looks at her, an easy (too-sharp) smile visible under the edge of his mask. ]
Don't you wanna go home?