Dancing spawn of ungoliant headed out towards the woods. She knew the warnings about the wolves and their animal helpers, but staying safe from them wasn’t going to do her any good if she died from cold in the meantime. Swinging her axe up onto her shoulder she kept a sharp eye out for anything moving.
Reaching the first line of trees without incident, spawn now faced a dilemma. If she turned her back on the town she would be caught unawares if the wolves came for her from there, but if she turned her back on the woods any number of animals could creep up on her from that direction. Caught between a rock and hard place, spawn gave up on any kind of lookout, and simply attempted to cut down the wood she needed for her fire as quickly as possible.
Slamming her axe into the tree spawn soon had a healthy pile of branches lying next to her and gathered them up in her arms, ready to return home. Walking out from behind the tree she set off towards the village, pleased that there seemed to be no wolves in sight. She was halfway home before she remembered about the animals.
Stopping in her tracks she heard a faint thud behind her. Glancing round she saw nothing and began walking again, a little faster now than before. Every time her feet hit the ground she was sure she could hear it echo, but she was walking through an open space with nothing to reflect the noise. She turned again to look behind, and this time saw a faint flash of something light in colour amidst the trees.
Dropping all but two of the branches to lighten the load, spawn began to run, but this time her eyes were so fixed on the possible danger behind that she didn’t see the approach of the definite danger in front. Her eyes flicked forward to ensure she wouldn’t trip over anything, and immediately focused on the wolves sitting a little way off, right in between her and the village. Whirling round she saw a horse emerge from the woods and make its way toward her.
Holding the branches so she had one in each hand, spawn pointed one toward the wolves and one toward the horse, trying to look menacing. It didn’t work. The nearest wolf leapt and snatched the branch from her hand. Using her distraction to the advantage the horse reared up and kicked her in the stomach, sending her crashing down to the ground, and the stick flew out of her hand.
Moving over her, the horse reared up again. Staring down at spawn with its gleaming red eyes it made a triumphant noise, and brought its front hooves down onto her head, crushing it in one violent motion. Satisfied with its work, the horse galloped back to the forest, leaving the wolves to their feast.
The villagers awoke the next morning and soon noticed that spawn was no longer among them. Cautiously they looked for evidence of what the wolves had done with her. Remembering her occupation, they made their way out of the village and toward the woods.
“There!” Someone cried, pointing. The villagers followed the finger, and saw spawn. One leg had been planted in the ground and she was balancing precariously on one arm. The other two limbs had been torn off and were strewn around her. Her axe was propped up next to her.
“Well.” Said one villager faintly, after recovering from the bout of nausea that had followed the sight. “At least we know the wolves have a sense of humour.”
Day 3 how now begun. Wolves stop PMing, villagers start talking.
Dead:
Night 1 ~ Kath, killed by a turtle in an aerial attack ~ Innocent.
Day 1 ~ Boromir, lynched by the villagers by means of lions ~ Innocent.
Night 2 ~ Formendacil, killed by a coyote and it's trickery ~ Innocent.
Day 2 ~ Saucepan Man, lynched by the villagers by means of a platypus catapault ~ Innocent.
Day 2 ~ Nilpaurion Felagund, killed by an emerging alter-ego ~ Innocent.
Night 3 ~ dancing spawn of ungoliant ~ Innocent.
Living:
Lhuna - traveller with absolutely no sense of direction
Cailín - tragedienne
Fea - confectionist
Celuien - ketchup grower
TGWBS - Pokémaster
Lommy - AA-adviser
Nogrod - owner of ME's first hamburger restaurant
lmp - gravedigger
Tom - tree surgeon
Caran - town poet
Findëasëa (from now called Fin) - alpaca herder
Mith - aura consultant
morm - butcher
Durelin - ninja
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“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”
Last edited by Kath; 06-06-2006 at 01:06 PM.
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