'Twas the UNCLE Round Robin, Chapter 7
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section7mfuI apologize for the fact that this is completely unbeta'ed, plus the fact that I posted it so late (I just got back from a doctor's appointment, and I have to go back Friday to get blood drawn since they couldn't get any today.) I hope nobody minds the OC Scottish Wildcat. *blush*
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Illya was extremely pale, his head crowned with a horrific replica of a halo and streaks of blood slowly caressing his face. Sweat and blood dripped along his arms and his back, mingling until they merged with the waistband of his plaid trousers. Napoleon could see that both of his friend's shoulders were dislocated.
*Tovarisch, what did they do to you? Can you forgive me for placing you in such demented hands?*
"What's wrong? Don't you like my tree?
"Oh dear, I'm going to have to punish the angel a bit more for desecrating my beautiful tree. He's such a naughty boy..." Napoleon's hostess remarked.
The American bit back his urge to return each and every wound on his partner's body upon the woman beside him, fighting to keep somewhat stoic and the contents of his stomach down.
*I swear upon my ancestors' graves that I'll make it all up to you, drug.*
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A young man wrapped in a féileadh-mór draped the cloak-end over his tawny hair, hiding as much as he could of his identity and keeping himself just as warm. He followed a set of tracks, definitely feline, yet he didn't know of any feral colonies in the location.
He walked slowly along the perimeter of the castle, avoiding any notice by the resident lady of the manor or any of her servants. He caught a flicker of grey out of the corner of his eye, then realized that it was one of the very elusive Highland tigers and not a feral cat.
"Hello, little one. I won't hurt you or yours. Is your lair far from here?"
A grey ear swiveled, catching the quiet inflections from the man, ready to bolt at a moment's notice.
"Have you eaten yet today? I have some freshly caught hare if you'd want." He drew a package from his tartan, then a skinned hare from the package before presenting it to the feline. He then took several steps back, his ghillies leaving a peculiar path since he refused to take his hazel eyes off of the cat.
*Oh, there's an unusual amount of activity around here. I wonder what's going on. Could it have something to do with the signs of a struggle a ways back?*
He shrugged his shoulders before focusing on the wildcat in front of him.
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Illya was extremely pale, his head crowned with a horrific replica of a halo and streaks of blood slowly caressing his face. Sweat and blood dripped along his arms and his back, mingling until they merged with the waistband of his plaid trousers. Napoleon could see that both of his friend's shoulders were dislocated.
*Tovarisch, what did they do to you? Can you forgive me for placing you in such demented hands?*
"What's wrong? Don't you like my tree?
"Oh dear, I'm going to have to punish the angel a bit more for desecrating my beautiful tree. He's such a naughty boy..." Napoleon's hostess remarked.
The American bit back his urge to return each and every wound on his partner's body upon the woman beside him, fighting to keep somewhat stoic and the contents of his stomach down.
*I swear upon my ancestors' graves that I'll make it all up to you, drug.*
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A young man wrapped in a féileadh-mór draped the cloak-end over his tawny hair, hiding as much as he could of his identity and keeping himself just as warm. He followed a set of tracks, definitely feline, yet he didn't know of any feral colonies in the location.
He walked slowly along the perimeter of the castle, avoiding any notice by the resident lady of the manor or any of her servants. He caught a flicker of grey out of the corner of his eye, then realized that it was one of the very elusive Highland tigers and not a feral cat.
"Hello, little one. I won't hurt you or yours. Is your lair far from here?"
A grey ear swiveled, catching the quiet inflections from the man, ready to bolt at a moment's notice.
"Have you eaten yet today? I have some freshly caught hare if you'd want." He drew a package from his tartan, then a skinned hare from the package before presenting it to the feline. He then took several steps back, his ghillies leaving a peculiar path since he refused to take his hazel eyes off of the cat.
*Oh, there's an unusual amount of activity around here. I wonder what's going on. Could it have something to do with the signs of a struggle a ways back?*
He shrugged his shoulders before focusing on the wildcat in front of him.
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Date: 2016-12-14 11:41 pm (UTC)My works cut out for me so I'd best get busy. ;D
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Date: 2016-12-15 12:10 am (UTC)Best luck with the doctor's!
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