The Master had been in a tree, dangling his legs off a branch playfully. His black outfit obscured him from vision and the hood had draped over his face so the moonlight couldn't illuminate anything other than this smirking mouth. "Now, that..."
He leapt from the tree and came closer to Yorda. He was fascinated by the veritable smorgasbord carried by a fair lady. It reminded of his times as Harold Saxon, Prime Minister of Great Britain, Ruler of Earth. Yorda's offering would have been only half of his expectations then, as he would have wanted more food (and more of the server). He remembers abusing the Jones family as his personal waitstaff, relishing every opportunity to point out their mistakes. At that point, The Doctor, his foe from the start, was in his control, too.
Now, he was back to the bottom and working his way up. He had been told The Doctor was in this new world, and it turned his stomach. He wanted to throw a tantrum like a child, but instead of getting angry, he knew to get even. He knew all the strange people and creatures here were protected under the Time Lord guidance. Now, there was a wolf looking over the flock, and it was only a matter of time before the shepherd would see his herd picked off one by one.
"This...is wonderful," he continued. He grabbed the food from her and laid it out on the ground, saving one piece to consume immediately. It was a savory carving of some meat he hadn't tried yet, but he could've cared less about how it tasted or what it was. His eyes were still staring beyond the darkness of the hood, wondering about this person. There were two things that concerned him most of all at this point: the hunger that needed to silenced, and the mysterious girl who stood before him looking vulnerable and naive. It's Lucy all over again, he thought to himself.
"And who do I thank for all this?" he asked with a curious tone.
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The Master had been in a tree, dangling his legs off a branch playfully. His black outfit obscured him from vision and the hood had draped over his face so the moonlight couldn't illuminate anything other than this smirking mouth. "Now, that..."
He leapt from the tree and came closer to Yorda. He was fascinated by the veritable smorgasbord carried by a fair lady. It reminded of his times as Harold Saxon, Prime Minister of Great Britain, Ruler of Earth. Yorda's offering would have been only half of his expectations then, as he would have wanted more food (and more of the server). He remembers abusing the Jones family as his personal waitstaff, relishing every opportunity to point out their mistakes. At that point, The Doctor, his foe from the start, was in his control, too.
Now, he was back to the bottom and working his way up. He had been told The Doctor was in this new world, and it turned his stomach. He wanted to throw a tantrum like a child, but instead of getting angry, he knew to get even. He knew all the strange people and creatures here were protected under the Time Lord guidance. Now, there was a wolf looking over the flock, and it was only a matter of time before the shepherd would see his herd picked off one by one.
"This...is wonderful," he continued. He grabbed the food from her and laid it out on the ground, saving one piece to consume immediately. It was a savory carving of some meat he hadn't tried yet, but he could've cared less about how it tasted or what it was. His eyes were still staring beyond the darkness of the hood, wondering about this person. There were two things that concerned him most of all at this point: the hunger that needed to silenced, and the mysterious girl who stood before him looking vulnerable and naive. It's Lucy all over again, he thought to himself.
"And who do I thank for all this?" he asked with a curious tone.