018 - Hunger... {For cityofdesai}
Princess is most displeased. No moon, no nights. So long. Starving we were.... The beast crying. The sun burning. Fangs itching. Not pleasent. Not pleasent at all, is it, Miss Edith? No... No, no, no, no, no, no.... But we did good, did we not? A little snack when the moon was ready to dance again. Oh yes. Such a pretty girl. A puppet on a string. A girl on a string. Her string. Yes. All full now. Thank you.