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Bêthberry · 11-29-2002, 01:33 PM

The Turncoat Unnerved

A cold dawn brought sunlight in split shafts into the campsite. Groaning, Ulfwine rolled over and sat up, rubbing his side and hip where rocks had dared to make their mark. His sleepy eyes only slowly took in the depleted numbers of the group, but once he realized who was missing, he screamed at Thenamir.

"Thenamir! We're betrayed. That crazed Guthrin is gone, the Elf, the Ranger, the girl, the boy." Yet even in his fear, he remembered to give Thenamir a wide berth, leery of that hand ever on the hilt of his blade.

Ulfwine rose to his feet, his jerky movements bespeaking not only an uncomfortable night, but his own fearful, uncomprehending sense of the night's events. He ran around the edge of the camp and began barking fears to Thenamir again, even as the man was trying to speak up to the Dunlender.

"What are we doing here? What's going on? We can't even discuss our plans among each other but have to sneak off in the dark? What about this treasured secret pass the Tree creep told the girl about? Have they gone on ahead to it and left us to the Gap of Rohan? What do you know of it, Thenamir?"

With his anger and fear mounting, Ulfwine hurriedly packed his bedroll and his small bag of personal goods. Then he stood, anxiously rubbing his head and neck with his hand, seemingly not able to run but not wanting to stay, either. If he had any spit, he would have swallowed it, but his mouth was dry, his tongue cracked. His breath came in quick, sharp spurts.

"Let's get out of here."

[ November 29, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]

11-29-2002, 01:33 PM	#220
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,003	The Turncoat Unnerved A cold dawn brought sunlight in split shafts into the campsite. Groaning, Ulfwine rolled over and sat up, rubbing his side and hip where rocks had dared to make their mark. His sleepy eyes only slowly took in the depleted numbers of the group, but once he realized who was missing, he screamed at Thenamir. "Thenamir! We're betrayed. That crazed Guthrin is gone, the Elf, the Ranger, the girl, the boy." Yet even in his fear, he remembered to give Thenamir a wide berth, leery of that hand ever on the hilt of his blade. Ulfwine rose to his feet, his jerky movements bespeaking not only an uncomfortable night, but his own fearful, uncomprehending sense of the night's events. He ran around the edge of the camp and began barking fears to Thenamir again, even as the man was trying to speak up to the Dunlender. "What are we doing here? What's going on? We can't even discuss our plans among each other but have to sneak off in the dark? What about this treasured secret pass the Tree creep told the girl about? Have they gone on ahead to it and left us to the Gap of Rohan? What do you know of it, Thenamir?" With his anger and fear mounting, Ulfwine hurriedly packed his bedroll and his small bag of personal goods. Then he stood, anxiously rubbing his head and neck with his hand, seemingly not able to run but not wanting to stay, either. If he had any spit, he would have swallowed it, but his mouth was dry, his tongue cracked. His breath came in quick, sharp spurts. "Let's get out of here." [ November 29, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ] __________________ I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.