Opinion seems to be unanimous. And while I've flat-out refused to do a second installment of the bothersome Baa, I will admit to a change of heart. From here out, it's all flower petals and large, blinking eyes. Ankle socks and ribbons and small, shy things peeking out from under their mothers' skirts.Feels good, dammit.
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And yet still, somehow, the eyes have a melancholy about them...heavy and sad from all the terrible things they've seen. Embrace your darkness!
actually, that's about as far as he can turn his head to look, given the dimensions of his dark and clammy pen.
That flower will shortly be laid across the corpse of his next victim.
I'm also noticing what looks like some possibly infernal markings on his forehead.
ah, you noticed. the Claw crossed with the Curling Ivy. the ancient mark of The Order of the Bloodied Wool.
All lambs are fed the Weed of Oblivion before slaughter. It deadens them to the pain of the blunt knife across their throats, and the cultists appeciate the lack of terrified bleating.
Although I did have to ask in a slightly high pitched voice upon seeing it..."Who's a little cutie?!? Who is? Who is!?!
who's a lamb???
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