[PLOT] That's no ordinary rabbit

[northrend]

Date & Time: All day Friday, December 14th and onward.
Location: Initiate Hold
Characters: All
Summary: The plague has taken hold and there are rampant, angry undead critters running around! Better get rid of them quick, before you attract the Scourge Horde.
Warnings: Undead attacks, localized around cute woodland critters.

[The death tolls of all the woodland animals had come around the same time. Some lasted longer than others, but for the most part, it appeared that most of the sickly animals had passed sometime in the middle of the night. The next morning, transports would awaken to find their furry friends looking...well, less than furry. Their eyes glow a sickly yellow, patches of fur fall off their body, and they continuously cry for help.

Help from whom? You?

Or the group of rampaging ghouls charging toward you?]


[ooc: Original plot post is here!. If you would like me to NPC ghoul attacks in your thread, please mark your subject line with three asterisks. (***) Otherwise, feel free to do it amongst yourselves! Please note that I won't be able to NPC threads until tomorrow afternoon.]

Comments

[sharpe]

[ He lets her go, crossing his arms and leaning against the side of the railing instead. She reminds him, just a little, of Teresa, of a strong woman who doesn't need his help for anything because she's perfectly capable of doing it all on her own. That if his help is ever asked for, it's what she wants, and somehow that makes it all the better.

(Sometimes he wonders if he has ever truly loved Jane at all, or if he has just married her because she was beautiful, she was in need, and Sharpe had known he would never find another woman like Teresa. It's not a very pleasant thought, not for Jane or himself, but the more he thinks of it, the more he thinks it might be true. Lucille doesn't ever need him the way Jane does. He needs her more, for she gives him a safe place, a secure place, somewhere that he can rest his shoulders after the constant war.

But Jane had needed him- or rather, Jane needed someone, and he was convenient. She hadn't really needed him at all, and isn't that the most bitter pill to swallow?)

Sharpe snorts quietly, giving Mia a crooked smile as he pushes away his thoughts. ]

There ain't pretty pictures of human history that I've ever seen. Not in the place I've been. No pretty pictures of human present either, though there's plenty of pretty ladies. [ Grins.

In any case: ]

I ain't telling you stories if yer staying awake. I'm not the one good at tales.

[feyted]

( It's enough of a nonsensical to get Mia to pause in her pacing, one hand unwinding from its distracted grip on her jacket over her breastbone. She smiles, shaking her head. )

That's fine. If we need stories, I can manage that much. Even if it's been a while since I've told Maya a bedtime story.

( It would be a cold and bitter night, worse if she didn't hear back from Maya. But it would be okay. She firmly believed in that.

There was nothing else that she could allow herself to do. It's about the only reason she keeps smiling. Time for tears, if any are coming, after everything is done. )