Blasted rain. NO feeding tonight. The simple mortals will all just hover aroung their fire. Sitting in total silence at the pounding rain. No easy hunt on nights like this. Even if they walk, their scent is masked by the rain. Their God must feel a need to let them be comforted. And a bigger need to let us go hungry. Blasted rain.
Blasted rain. NO feeding tonight. The simple mortals will all just hover aroung their fire. Sitting in total silence at the pounding rain. No easy hunt on nights like this. Even if they walk, their scent is masked by the rain. Their God must feel a need to let them be comforted. And a bigger need to let us go hungry. Blasted rain.
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