*morgana stumbles through the french doors...her hair is mussed (t)
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her clothes are ripped and there is blood drying on her chest* Vix...Why? My head.... *morgana grabs a scotch and drains the glass* The last thing I remember is the Master....er....Methos grinning down upon me like Death and the glint of a dagger! When I awoke he merely said "get me a mead." And caressed....welll....never mind...
Posted on Apr 18, 1999, 8:06 PM from IP address 209.252.238.131