(ooc: just a small bit this time. again...no confronting him yet.)
I’ll have to work on that. Malice thought as he worked his ‘magic’ on the bodies of the other two sligs, Weakling died on me when I was only a fourth of the way done with him. No matter, there will be other opportunities.
“Perfect.” Malice said to himself as he finished and stepped back to admire his work. He had strung the sligs intestines across the trail between two trees in a spider web-like fashion. At various points on the ‘web’ he had tied on the remaining parts of the sligs bodies.
Malice laughed with glee and ran off….
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