Wednesday, April 26, 2017

100 Words a Day 1058

With a thought, Morg lowered the floating beast onto his large worktable. With another, the leather straps came to life, writhing over the thick, blue fur of the lightning cat until they found their mate from the other side of the table. Once each strip had found its pair, they intertwined and clamped down, securing the heavy feline to the table.

Morg put his hand on the unconscious cat’s head and whispered an arcane phrase. The cat gave one final exhale and was still. After sharpening his favorite knife, he made the first incision, exposing the dead cat’s warm innards.

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