#moriar

[cheeseuii]

Sherlock: No matter what, I'll catch the lord of crime.

Also Sherlock when he caught Liam: Live with me.

[dookins]

FANTROLL ASKS! If anyone wants to say hi.  Every ask these losers get I’ll actually draw a response.

[spikeisdead-blog]

Moriar loves disco…  

… that is all.

[spikeisdead-blog]

St. Patricks day is the one day Mori hates the most because he has to find a new place to hide until next St. Patrick's Day

So he wont get culled u-u

[spikeisdead-blog]

Moriar: Continue to chew nervously on all inanimate objects in your path...

> You do this well. Whining as you mindlessly chew on twigs, leaves, dirt and pebbles. They fall idly from your mouth, gums sore and dirty. Where had your lusus gone? Where oh where had he gone?!? It had been two days, and all other lusi in the vicinity hadn’t seen head or tail of the mustelid.

> You keep chewing.

[rayvenroo]

OHMYGOD OHMYGOD *ovaries crying in the distand then explode* MORIAAARTTYYY!!!! *battle cry of a Viking*

[spikeisdead-blog]

The place was dark.  But despite the lack of light the smell of decay was ripe.  And in most cases, where their was decay, there was food.  Moriar had managed to slip into this quiet hive as if slipping into a pair of comfortable jeans.  Quick, easy, farmiliar, and silent.  But of course it wasn't his hive.  He crept quietly along the linolium floor on his hands and knees, sniffing every so often.  He came across a few rolled up sheets on the floor, and he pilfered them without a word.  Stuff.  Stuff was good.  This thought had been the leading cause of most of his decisions in live.  Breaking into a foreign hive being one of them.  With a hushed skid he came to a hault...  there was someone there...  in the next room...  as slow as he could, he craned his neck around the corner, eyes scanning the room for this so called 'someone'.