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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