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satansaloser2005 · 07-26-2009, 01:02 PM

It was storming outside. She could hear the distant crash and boom of thunder. It came slowly, groaning, and climaxed in a great noise of destruction.

Nerwen rose to watch the show.

But when she opened her window, she was not greeted by the fresh smell of rain. Rather, a blast of frigid air blew at her face and stung her nose. Startled, she turned on the light and looked out.

Somehow the landscapes must have shifted, because all she saw in front of her was ice.

Opening her door and looking out, Nerwen quickly realized it was much worse than that. Her entire room had been transported to the ice field. And she realized with a shudder that the noise that had woken her up was not the sound of thunder. It was the creak of shifting ice floes.

As another crash came especially close, she quickly made up her mind and moved. This ice couldn't last forever, and she wouldn't be surprised if she'd been placed right in the middle of it. Grabbing a jacket and wrapping it around her, she stepped outside into the wintry air.

After five minutes of walking there was still no end in sight. She wasn't even sure if she was moving in a straight line anymore. But just as she thought about giving up and lying down to freeze, she saw a small light ahead. Nerwen ran towards it.

It was her camera.

And it was working.

In wonder, she stooped down to pick it up, but her fingers wouldn't hold on it and it seemed to have been anchored in the ice. She heard another creak, this one very close. With no other warning, the ice beneath her cracked open and she slipped down.

Out of sheer instinct she reached out and grabbed onto the camera. Its lens was pointed directly at her face. From behind it, she could hear footsteps. Looking up, she saw a face bending over her.

"Oh, it's you, isn't it?" she said, rather sadly. "Unless you've come to rescue me..."

Her eyes widened in fear as the figure above her transformed into a beast. A large, hairy paw stepped on her hand--just enough to loosen its tentative grip on the camera. With a cry Nerwen vanished into the ice.

And when the guests that remained awoke and made their way downstairs, Nerwen's camera was there, playing her last moments on an infinite playback loop.

Rikae tried to switch it off, or at least turn down the volume. But the controls were jammed.

IT IS NOW DAY FOUR.

The Living:
Nogrod
Lalaith
Rikae

The Dead:
Feanor of the Peredhil (werewolf)
Boromir88
Shastanis Althreduin
Inziladun (werewolf)
Pitchwife (ranger)
McCaber (seer)
autume98
Eönwë
Nessa Telrunya
Nerwen

07-26-2009, 01:02 PM	#286
satansaloser2005 The Sweetest Spoiler Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: from beneath you it giggles incessantly Posts: 5,789	It was storming outside. She could hear the distant crash and boom of thunder. It came slowly, groaning, and climaxed in a great noise of destruction. Nerwen rose to watch the show. But when she opened her window, she was not greeted by the fresh smell of rain. Rather, a blast of frigid air blew at her face and stung her nose. Startled, she turned on the light and looked out. Somehow the landscapes must have shifted, because all she saw in front of her was ice. Opening her door and looking out, Nerwen quickly realized it was much worse than that. Her entire room had been transported to the ice field. And she realized with a shudder that the noise that had woken her up was not the sound of thunder. It was the creak of shifting ice floes. As another crash came especially close, she quickly made up her mind and moved. This ice couldn't last forever, and she wouldn't be surprised if she'd been placed right in the middle of it. Grabbing a jacket and wrapping it around her, she stepped outside into the wintry air. After five minutes of walking there was still no end in sight. She wasn't even sure if she was moving in a straight line anymore. But just as she thought about giving up and lying down to freeze, she saw a small light ahead. Nerwen ran towards it. It was her camera. And it was working. In wonder, she stooped down to pick it up, but her fingers wouldn't hold on it and it seemed to have been anchored in the ice. She heard another creak, this one very close. With no other warning, the ice beneath her cracked open and she slipped down. Out of sheer instinct she reached out and grabbed onto the camera. Its lens was pointed directly at her face. From behind it, she could hear footsteps. Looking up, she saw a face bending over her. "Oh, it's you, isn't it?" she said, rather sadly. "Unless you've come to rescue me..." Her eyes widened in fear as the figure above her transformed into a beast. A large, hairy paw stepped on her hand--just enough to loosen its tentative grip on the camera. With a cry Nerwen vanished into the ice. And when the guests that remained awoke and made their way downstairs, Nerwen's camera was there, playing her last moments on an infinite playback loop. Rikae tried to switch it off, or at least turn down the volume. But the controls were jammed. IT IS NOW DAY FOUR. The Living: Nogrod Lalaith Rikae The Dead: Feanor of the Peredhil (werewolf) Boromir88 Shastanis Althreduin Inziladun (werewolf) Pitchwife (ranger) McCaber (seer) autume98 Eönwë Nessa Telrunya Nerwen __________________ "My heart always cowers behind the defense of my wit." Friendship is two pals munching on a well-cooked face together. Fenris bookworm.