Post by nekomonga on Dec 23, 2018 2:29:12 GMT
Little Anna Müller decided to take the long way home from school. Her mother had always told her that she should never stray too far from home, but she didn’t want to have to clean her room when she got home. She also wanted to hang out in the German snow. Sure it was cold, but it was so pretty. A crack, a small grunt. What was that? Anna turned around to see what it was, and came face to face with a deer. The deer brayed, and ran off. Anna threw a rock at the deer for scaring her. Suddenly, everything became brown and black as she was stuffed by a heavy hand into a burlap sack.
Johnny Hill was in the middle of the biggest tantrum of his life. His mother refused to get him any sort of toy because Christmas was so close, and Johnny was sick of it. Every time he asked for something, he would be told no. No was his least favorite word. He decided to run away. Right that very second. His mother tried to follow him, but he managed to knock off just enough things to get away. The second he was out of the doors, he felt… cold compared to the California air he had expected.
= = = = = =
STEER SWAMP, SALEM, MA
(This thread will jump locations)
It is a cold winter's night, the silence of the frozen swamp only broken by the dying gasps of a pale, brunette elf woman adorned in a bright red coat. Strewn about were the bodies of her companions, and their slain reindeer steeds.
She had ceased struggling a minute ago, the strength in her limbs having left with the blood being drained from her body. Lying face down in the snow, a black armored figure lay atop her, draining her blood by a large gash on the neck. Safiya drank deeply of her lifeblood; the elf woman tried to gasp for air but blood filled her throat and mouth, while being suffocated by the snow. It was a painful way to die, and painful was the vampire's intent.
Safiya suffered no resistance from those who would steal from her. She had come to Salem to visit the orphanage she had established, only to find the children had been taken. She had quickly tracked down and slaughtered these... elves... in unusual garb.
"Slave for me in death." She whispered. Dark magic filled the area, causing the woods and woodland beings around Safiya to wither and die. The elven reindeer riders slowly began to arise once more, as zombie reindeer riders.
Meanwhile, Safiya investigated the sacks the children were allegedly taken in, but the flat burlap sacks tied to the zombie riders gave her little hope for a swift resolution to this act of robbery. They were naturally empty, and Safiya could sense faint magic about them. Perhaps requiring a magical word to effect their power. She discards the sacs and investigates their strange weaponry, when figures began to emerge into the clearing she stood in...
Johnny Hill was in the middle of the biggest tantrum of his life. His mother refused to get him any sort of toy because Christmas was so close, and Johnny was sick of it. Every time he asked for something, he would be told no. No was his least favorite word. He decided to run away. Right that very second. His mother tried to follow him, but he managed to knock off just enough things to get away. The second he was out of the doors, he felt… cold compared to the California air he had expected.
= = = = = =
STEER SWAMP, SALEM, MA
(This thread will jump locations)
It is a cold winter's night, the silence of the frozen swamp only broken by the dying gasps of a pale, brunette elf woman adorned in a bright red coat. Strewn about were the bodies of her companions, and their slain reindeer steeds.
She had ceased struggling a minute ago, the strength in her limbs having left with the blood being drained from her body. Lying face down in the snow, a black armored figure lay atop her, draining her blood by a large gash on the neck. Safiya drank deeply of her lifeblood; the elf woman tried to gasp for air but blood filled her throat and mouth, while being suffocated by the snow. It was a painful way to die, and painful was the vampire's intent.
Safiya suffered no resistance from those who would steal from her. She had come to Salem to visit the orphanage she had established, only to find the children had been taken. She had quickly tracked down and slaughtered these... elves... in unusual garb.
"Slave for me in death." She whispered. Dark magic filled the area, causing the woods and woodland beings around Safiya to wither and die. The elven reindeer riders slowly began to arise once more, as zombie reindeer riders.
Meanwhile, Safiya investigated the sacks the children were allegedly taken in, but the flat burlap sacks tied to the zombie riders gave her little hope for a swift resolution to this act of robbery. They were naturally empty, and Safiya could sense faint magic about them. Perhaps requiring a magical word to effect their power. She discards the sacs and investigates their strange weaponry, when figures began to emerge into the clearing she stood in...