Re: Pitched Combat [Round 2: Cathedral of Glass]
02-06-2010, 02:33 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
The darkness took shape as...some smokey, red-eyed, snarling hell-hound. It was huge and moved slowly, but every lope it made covered a very significant distance. It trailed smoke that seemed to leak into the glass, shattering it, leaving behind...nothing? Vasily didn't want to find out.
He continued to run, dragging a stumbling Annabell, back through the bright, colorful hallway. The raging beast behind seemed to be busy devouring all the glass. Hopefully, it would stay that way.
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"Did you hear that?"
Lissa was Lainey once more. Glass-Lainey seemed to have disappeared entirely, and with her ditzy personality, it wasn't like many people would mistake her for the real one.
"A howl, or something." Actually, it sounded more like a hellish howl, the howl of the hunt, a howl confident that it was on your trail and about to catch you and disembowel you and stick your head on a pike, but you could probably forgive non-canines for not knowing the nuances of the howl.
"I doubt these people have a pet dog." Right looked down both ends of the hallway, trying to figure out which way the sound had come from, but it was hopeless. "I wonder if they ever found an exit."
"If they did, I hope they left it open for us."
"Blah blah blah, come on, let's go already." They started walking once more, paying attention to any more dreadful howls or signs of the others.
The darkness took shape as...some smokey, red-eyed, snarling hell-hound. It was huge and moved slowly, but every lope it made covered a very significant distance. It trailed smoke that seemed to leak into the glass, shattering it, leaving behind...nothing? Vasily didn't want to find out.
He continued to run, dragging a stumbling Annabell, back through the bright, colorful hallway. The raging beast behind seemed to be busy devouring all the glass. Hopefully, it would stay that way.
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"Did you hear that?"
Lissa was Lainey once more. Glass-Lainey seemed to have disappeared entirely, and with her ditzy personality, it wasn't like many people would mistake her for the real one.
"A howl, or something." Actually, it sounded more like a hellish howl, the howl of the hunt, a howl confident that it was on your trail and about to catch you and disembowel you and stick your head on a pike, but you could probably forgive non-canines for not knowing the nuances of the howl.
"I doubt these people have a pet dog." Right looked down both ends of the hallway, trying to figure out which way the sound had come from, but it was hopeless. "I wonder if they ever found an exit."
"If they did, I hope they left it open for us."
"Blah blah blah, come on, let's go already." They started walking once more, paying attention to any more dreadful howls or signs of the others.