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WHAT | 3-way death spree
WHEN | mid week 4
WHERE | In a Crevasse
WARNINGS / NOTES | Death x3, Violence, general horrible gore
When the knife had come, Maximus had smiled grimly and nodded to the sky. The delivery mechanism was bizarre, of course, but he ignored it and left such thoughts for later. For now, survival came first.
And survive they had.
Morrigan had been a surprisingly adept ally - though he still did not, and indeed could not, understand her powers. He had heard of magic, of course, though it was generally in the use of a god. He had discounted such stories as superstition and nonsense, but it appeared he was living in a world of monsters, so why not gods? He didn't ask who her parents were. Such knowledge was best left untouched. A grudge with Jupiter or any of his brethren would only do him ill. So he did not ask.
During the days, they hunted. And in the nights, they climbed down into the crevasses in the ice, and Morrigan would pull fire from there air and they would camp.
He always took the the first watch. But the night was late, now, and he had already woken Morrigan to take hers, before curling up next to the unnatural fire and allowing his watchful eyes to close.