[фата Морганы]

Hallowmas в Fallen London только-только начался, а две случайные исповеди уже до предела выбесили мою летучую мышь

The Bat with Attitude
It was hanging from the ceiling while you were considering your Confessions. As it observed truth after filthy truth, it lost the last shred of its temper.

"Biting and _____ing"

It is unclear what finally sends your bat into a rage – was it the betrayal of oaths between thieves, more solemn than wedding vows? Or was it the callous abandonment of responsibilities, the betrayal of children? Is your bat a family bat?

Whatever it was, your bat is now in a right mood. Its size is irrelevant: the speed with which it can dive bomb and the razor sharpness of its claws Make it a terror. Those are, of course, not its only weapon. Good thing it's on your side.

Теперь у меня в домашних животных есть

Utterly Livid Bat

Utterly Livid Bat
Fatigued beyond patience by humanity's recklessness, it is prone to dive-bombing unfashionable hats, and biting. It is still loyal: you have disappointed it less than the others
Наверное, я назову эту мышь Mr Iron

@темы: Fallen London