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sheep_game2023-06-07 10:16 am
crittersheep) wrote in sheep_game2023-06-07 10:16 am
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WHO: all
WHERE: all
WHEN: Day 9, evening into night
[the sun goes down; the two moons rise.
it all looks...quite different. the laundromat lengthens and transforms the silhouette of Woolietown in the distance. the lighthouse beacon comes to life for the first time, throwing strong, brilliant light and stark shadows across the meadow and into the barns. the lazy river encircles the pasture in a glittering band, the bobbing shapes of the pool toys a little bit eerie until they drift into full view.
perhaps some of you are winding down. perhaps some of you are just gearing up for a wild adventure in the shadows. perhaps some of you, regardless of if you sleep or stay up, find your dreams and nightmares crawling out beyond the bounds of your own head tonight, drawing others in...
the night is full of possibilities.]
WHERE: all
WHEN: Day 9, evening into night
[the sun goes down; the two moons rise.
it all looks...quite different. the laundromat lengthens and transforms the silhouette of Woolietown in the distance. the lighthouse beacon comes to life for the first time, throwing strong, brilliant light and stark shadows across the meadow and into the barns. the lazy river encircles the pasture in a glittering band, the bobbing shapes of the pool toys a little bit eerie until they drift into full view.
perhaps some of you are winding down. perhaps some of you are just gearing up for a wild adventure in the shadows. perhaps some of you, regardless of if you sleep or stay up, find your dreams and nightmares crawling out beyond the bounds of your own head tonight, drawing others in...
the night is full of possibilities.]
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He pats the flowers thanks, then gets to his feet and follows the blowing wind. ]
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You don't need this anymore, right?
My child is going to become a ... like no other- of course, I'm very proud of her.
You haven't become a bad girl, have you?
Please, good hunter... carve out that traitorous heart of hers.
With each word, the crying seems to grow louder, until he may find her curled up in the hollow of an old, barren tree, shoulders shaking quietly with the sort of sobs that no longer come with tears but still carry the ache and grief that can't be kept lest it kills. )