Re: The Great Belligerency [Round 1: The Rainy Place]
08-23-2010, 12:06 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Sneak, sneak, sneak.
It would have been boring if it weren't for the fact that Soft could hear the children scurry about like little rats, whispering in a pitiful attempt not to be heard so that their parents wouldn't catch them out of bed. What did children do at night anyways? Nothing good, she was sure.
As she was trying to track down some voices that seemed to be coming from downstairs, Soft stumbled over something. And before she could wonder if the children did not pick up after themselves as well, the something she stumbled over grabbed her cloak and tugged at it roughly. She pulled back and the cloth ripped, which she didn't mind too much as it was one rip among many, and stepped back to observe the thing that was now thrashing about in the hall.
It looked to be a vine. An enchanted vine? Was this a witch's house? But...it didn't really look like one. Soft stepped back again as the thick vine attempted to grab at her once more. Did that mean a witch had come in to steal away one of the kiddies? She supposed this was happening because of someone's misdeed. A witch was coming to spirit someone away, or maybe a witch was coming just for one protagonist to outwit? Either way, she wished it would stop trying to attack her. It was getting annoying.
Dove turned the corner right when Soft, out of severe aggravation, chopped one of his tendrils. Soft watched as he grunted...in pain? In hatred?
Soft watched Gardener-Witch warily and he seemed to return the glare. According to the book, he wasn't a witch...at least in the beginning. He probably hadn't been a witch when he was born, so that was understandable. It mentioned a fake name, though, which was surely the sign of a horrendous evil beast.
After a tense silence, Soft gestured stiffly towards the basement door. "The wicked little children you are looking for are down there, witch. Continue attacking me and I won't be as helpful."
Sneak, sneak, sneak.
It would have been boring if it weren't for the fact that Soft could hear the children scurry about like little rats, whispering in a pitiful attempt not to be heard so that their parents wouldn't catch them out of bed. What did children do at night anyways? Nothing good, she was sure.
As she was trying to track down some voices that seemed to be coming from downstairs, Soft stumbled over something. And before she could wonder if the children did not pick up after themselves as well, the something she stumbled over grabbed her cloak and tugged at it roughly. She pulled back and the cloth ripped, which she didn't mind too much as it was one rip among many, and stepped back to observe the thing that was now thrashing about in the hall.
It looked to be a vine. An enchanted vine? Was this a witch's house? But...it didn't really look like one. Soft stepped back again as the thick vine attempted to grab at her once more. Did that mean a witch had come in to steal away one of the kiddies? She supposed this was happening because of someone's misdeed. A witch was coming to spirit someone away, or maybe a witch was coming just for one protagonist to outwit? Either way, she wished it would stop trying to attack her. It was getting annoying.
Dove turned the corner right when Soft, out of severe aggravation, chopped one of his tendrils. Soft watched as he grunted...in pain? In hatred?
Soft watched Gardener-Witch warily and he seemed to return the glare. According to the book, he wasn't a witch...at least in the beginning. He probably hadn't been a witch when he was born, so that was understandable. It mentioned a fake name, though, which was surely the sign of a horrendous evil beast.
After a tense silence, Soft gestured stiffly towards the basement door. "The wicked little children you are looking for are down there, witch. Continue attacking me and I won't be as helpful."