Mistress Cara of the Mord'Sith
Who Needs "The Force" When You Have An Agiel?
December 22nd, 2010 
wrongkindofsith: (Lean mean leaning machine)
It was the shortest day of the year, and Cara was marking the solstice the way the Mord'Sith usually did.

Sitting cross-legged on her bed, cleaning her leathers.

Mord'Sith were really big on the celebrations. Any excuse would do.

[Closed door, open post.]
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