THEIR BLOOD FLOWED ACROSS THE COBBLED STONES AND SOAKED INTO THE MULCH OF THE NEATLY MANICURED LAWNS.
THE SOIL WAS LOAMY AND NOT TOO DRY, QUITE ADEQUATE.
SCREAMS RENT THE COURTYARD AS I BLINKED YELLOW AT THEM UNTIL THEY EXPLODED INTO OBLIVION. I GNAWED AT THEIR LITTLE NECKS UNTIL I GOT BONE PARTICLES STUCK IN MY TEETH AND HAD TO FLOSS THEM OUT.
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