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Cailín · 07-05-2006, 04:48 AM

Gurthang turned away from the sea to find Lalaith and Anguirel had fled. He was not worried. He had already won. He circled the deck, sneaked through the galley, the Captain's cabin… and yet he found no trace of the pair. Out on the deck again, he stared up to the sky, knowing that sooner or later Lalaith and Sir Anguirel would give themselves away, as they had done before. High up in the sky, Gurthang suddenly noted a flurry of movement in the crow's nest - the final place aboard that he had not searched. With a sigh, he climbed up the main mast and as soon as he had reached the top and jumped into the tub, he found himself facing Anguirel once more.

"We are not yet finished," said Gurthang dramatically. "I want the woman."

"Well, you cannot have her," replied Anguirel. "She chose me."

Gurthang did not bother with an answer and launched himself at the football widow. Sir Anguirel growled and jumped between the two, lashing at Gurthang.

"See," said Lalaith, as she was hiding behind Anguirel's back, just out of Gurthang's reach. "I told you. I told you what would happen if you kept hanging out with those furry friends of yours. And you are always: no Lal, nothing important, just having a few laughs and howls. Well, see who was right now, huh?'

"Please, milady, this is not the time," said Sir Anguirel Spens, slightly annoyed. "As you can see, I am quite preoccupied with heroically saving your life."

"And what is the time, then?" Lalaith asked. "When I'm dead and devoured in a few minutes?"

"A little faith, milady," said Anguirel. "After all, love conquers all."

"You cannot promise me that!" cried Lalaith. "Look at him! He looks way stronger than you. anyway. Maybe I chose the wrong wolf."

"Enough, woman," yelled Anguirel, turning on his beloved. In the second Anguirel turned his back towards Gurthang, the Plank Operator-wolf jumped up and reached for Lalaith's throat. It was over in one fatal blink of the eye. Lalaith's head fell far, hit the floor below with a sickening crack and rolled to the other side of the deck. The body of the fair football widow crumpled and sagged to the bottom of the tub.

Anguirel stood motionless. Then he threw his head up to the moon and howled the longest, most painful howl the seas and the world had ever heard.

"All's well that ends well," spoke Gurthang, his red eyes sparkling.

07-05-2006, 04:48 AM	#543
Cailín Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: Lurking in the shadows. Posts: 711	Gurthang turned away from the sea to find Lalaith and Anguirel had fled. He was not worried. He had already won. He circled the deck, sneaked through the galley, the Captain's cabin… and yet he found no trace of the pair. Out on the deck again, he stared up to the sky, knowing that sooner or later Lalaith and Sir Anguirel would give themselves away, as they had done before. High up in the sky, Gurthang suddenly noted a flurry of movement in the crow's nest - the final place aboard that he had not searched. With a sigh, he climbed up the main mast and as soon as he had reached the top and jumped into the tub, he found himself facing Anguirel once more. "We are not yet finished," said Gurthang dramatically. "I want the woman." "Well, you cannot have her," replied Anguirel. "She chose me." Gurthang did not bother with an answer and launched himself at the football widow. Sir Anguirel growled and jumped between the two, lashing at Gurthang. "See," said Lalaith, as she was hiding behind Anguirel's back, just out of Gurthang's reach. "I told you. I told you what would happen if you kept hanging out with those furry friends of yours. And you are always: no Lal, nothing important, just having a few laughs and howls. Well, see who was right now, huh?' "Please, milady, this is not the time," said Sir Anguirel Spens, slightly annoyed. "As you can see, I am quite preoccupied with heroically saving your life." "And what is the time, then?" Lalaith asked. "When I'm dead and devoured in a few minutes?" "A little faith, milady," said Anguirel. "After all, love conquers all." "You cannot promise me that!" cried Lalaith. "Look at him! He looks way stronger than you. anyway. Maybe I chose the wrong wolf." "Enough, woman," yelled Anguirel, turning on his beloved. In the second Anguirel turned his back towards Gurthang, the Plank Operator-wolf jumped up and reached for Lalaith's throat. It was over in one fatal blink of the eye. Lalaith's head fell far, hit the floor below with a sickening crack and rolled to the other side of the deck. The body of the fair football widow crumpled and sagged to the bottom of the tub. Anguirel stood motionless. Then he threw his head up to the moon and howled the longest, most painful howl the seas and the world had ever heard. "All's well that ends well," spoke Gurthang, his red eyes sparkling.