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Thinlómien · 10-13-2010, 02:00 PM

Green had trouble sleeping. She had always been a light sleeper, quick to wake up to the changes of weather or movements of animals around her. It was a good quality for a hunter and something she had never been disturbed by. In this place, though, it just turned the nights worse.

She knew the unnatural darkness was swallowing all sound but if she tried really hard, she could almost hear gnarling whispers or soft sounds of wolf paws. She could not locate the sounds, but little help that would've been to her: she was a hunter, yes, but they had taken her bow and her beautiful knives and now she was unarmed on hostile ground and would be no match for three wolves. She was afraid.

As a veteran hunter she knew fear was something that kept you alive, but here it only kept her awake. She was tired during the days and when she managed to fall asleep she succumbed to wild and restless nightmares which always made her wake up before long. She wished she could just have sleep, a few hours of honest Elvish sleep in enchanted paths full of comforting twilight, but she was denied that pleasure. Only half awake she felt only half alive and she could never figure out how to get out of here.

Again, she heard the voices in the dark. As hard as it was to her instincts hardened by the years, she ignored them. No good came out of listening to them. By now she knew they meant someone would most likely be found dead in the morning - no use trying to guess who it would be this night. She felt a coward in hoping it would not be her although death would finally release her from this torment in the dark.

"Little opossum..." whispered a voice very close to her left ear. She jerked away from it, horrified that they had come up so close without her noticing it. "Are you not sleepy tonight?" the voice asked.
"Watch your language, kid," old Green said harshly. She knew her death was approaching and it made her cold, rational. And although she knew her resemblance to the small marsupial, she definitely would not have strangers making jokes about it.
There was a snarling sound. Green didn't know if it was a laugh or a threat. Maybe both.
"Little opossum will be eaten tonight..." whispered another voice, now by her right ear.
"And our hunger will be satisfied," said a third voice, in front of her.
"Three against one, how fair," Green remarked.
"What is fairness?" asked the first voice. "Where was fairness when we were chosen to become these beasts and you were not?"
Green did not answer.
"There is no fairness here. No good, no hope, no life. Only death," said the second voice.
"Get on with it, then," Green said quietly. With one leap, a wolf was on her, pressing its sharp white teeth into her neck. Within seconds, she was torn to pieces and savoured by the three beasts.

When the Elves woke up, it was almost as dark as during the night. They couldn't see a thing, and only by making a roll call did they find out Green was missing. They never found her remains if there were any.

~*~

The Dead
Thinlómien (mod) - murdered in cold blood on Night1
Shastanis (seer) - cast to the pit in the pit on Day1
Pitch (ordo) - driven crazy and throttled in his fur scarf on Day2
Glirdan (ranger) - decapitated by a wolf's paw on Night3
Legate (ordo) - fell to the pit on Day3
Nerwen (ordo) - killed in a nightmare come true on Night4
Skip (ordo) - stoned by a mob disapproving of his poetry on Day4
Green (ordo) - eaten by hungry wolves on Night5

The Living
Boromir - incompetent gatewarden
Eönwë - hunter
Inziladun - weaponsmith
Loslote - young tag-along girl with frizzy hair
Nogrod - narcoleptic master-hunter
Ozban - young and naive hunter and admirer of Finrod Felagund
Wilwarin - hunter

Day5 has started. Feel free to talk, but wolves stop PMing. Hunter, you may change your pick anytime.

10-13-2010, 02:00 PM	#11
Thinlómien Shady She-Penguin Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a far land beyond the Sea Posts: 8,093	Day5 dawns Green had trouble sleeping. She had always been a light sleeper, quick to wake up to the changes of weather or movements of animals around her. It was a good quality for a hunter and something she had never been disturbed by. In this place, though, it just turned the nights worse. She knew the unnatural darkness was swallowing all sound but if she tried really hard, she could almost hear gnarling whispers or soft sounds of wolf paws. She could not locate the sounds, but little help that would've been to her: she was a hunter, yes, but they had taken her bow and her beautiful knives and now she was unarmed on hostile ground and would be no match for three wolves. She was afraid. As a veteran hunter she knew fear was something that kept you alive, but here it only kept her awake. She was tired during the days and when she managed to fall asleep she succumbed to wild and restless nightmares which always made her wake up before long. She wished she could just have sleep, a few hours of honest Elvish sleep in enchanted paths full of comforting twilight, but she was denied that pleasure. Only half awake she felt only half alive and she could never figure out how to get out of here. Again, she heard the voices in the dark. As hard as it was to her instincts hardened by the years, she ignored them. No good came out of listening to them. By now she knew they meant someone would most likely be found dead in the morning - no use trying to guess who it would be this night. She felt a coward in hoping it would not be her although death would finally release her from this torment in the dark. "Little opossum..." whispered a voice very close to her left ear. She jerked away from it, horrified that they had come up so close without her noticing it. "Are you not sleepy tonight?" the voice asked. "Watch your language, kid," old Green said harshly. She knew her death was approaching and it made her cold, rational. And although she knew her resemblance to the small marsupial, she definitely would not have strangers making jokes about it. There was a snarling sound. Green didn't know if it was a laugh or a threat. Maybe both. "Little opossum will be eaten tonight..." whispered another voice, now by her right ear. "And our hunger will be satisfied," said a third voice, in front of her. "Three against one, how fair," Green remarked. "What is fairness?" asked the first voice. "Where was fairness when we were chosen to become these beasts and you were not?" Green did not answer. "There is no fairness here. No good, no hope, no life. Only death," said the second voice. "Get on with it, then," Green said quietly. With one leap, a wolf was on her, pressing its sharp white teeth into her neck. Within seconds, she was torn to pieces and savoured by the three beasts. When the Elves woke up, it was almost as dark as during the night. They couldn't see a thing, and only by making a roll call did they find out Green was missing. They never found her remains if there were any. ~~ The Dead Thinlómien* (mod) - murdered in cold blood on Night1 Shastanis (seer) - cast to the pit in the pit on Day1 Pitch (ordo) - driven crazy and throttled in his fur scarf on Day2 Glirdan (ranger) - decapitated by a wolf's paw on Night3 Legate (ordo) - fell to the pit on Day3 Nerwen (ordo) - killed in a nightmare come true on Night4 Skip (ordo) - stoned by a mob disapproving of his poetry on Day4 Green (ordo) - eaten by hungry wolves on Night5 The Living Boromir - incompetent gatewarden Eönwë - hunter Inziladun - weaponsmith Loslote - young tag-along girl with frizzy hair Nogrod - narcoleptic master-hunter Ozban - young and naive hunter and admirer of Finrod Felagund Wilwarin - hunter Day5 has started. Feel free to talk, but wolves stop PMing. Hunter, you may change your pick anytime. Last edited by Thinlómien; 10-13-2010 at 02:40 PM. Reason: typos