The trail of blood leading from the tree to the location of the attack was fairly evident, even with the marsh ground. The bag was a short ways off, flung aside and, thankfully, still latched shut.
On the rock, Mori held his spinning head in his hands. How could he go and do something so stupid? He'd probably lost all his research to the contamination of the marsh, all that work put in for such little output as to be pathetic. The wounds throbbed nauseatingly and Mori had to groan. Everything they worked for, gone, completely ignoring the bleeding injuries they had sustained. They still didn't move from the rock. They wouldn't have been able to without falling. Should he have forgotten the marsh-wolf corpse? It was more useful to him than what he'd gathered, but it rather seemed like taking advantage of the Devil's kindness. All of this seemed to be taking advantage of him. How horrid. How immoral. How untoward.
Mori moved to stand, then immediately fell back on the rock, dizzy.
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Date: 6 Jul 2025 06:22 (UTC)On the rock, Mori held his spinning head in his hands. How could he go and do something so stupid? He'd probably lost all his research to the contamination of the marsh, all that work put in for such little output as to be pathetic. The wounds throbbed nauseatingly and Mori had to groan. Everything they worked for, gone, completely ignoring the bleeding injuries they had sustained. They still didn't move from the rock. They wouldn't have been able to without falling. Should he have forgotten the marsh-wolf corpse? It was more useful to him than what he'd gathered, but it rather seemed like taking advantage of the Devil's kindness. All of this seemed to be taking advantage of him. How horrid. How immoral. How untoward.
Mori moved to stand, then immediately fell back on the rock, dizzy.