Hour 43 and the Quest for Wintery Winter.
Aug. 21st, 2011 09:00 pmIt is a dark and stormy night. The wind howls, the rain rains, the forest forests.
In the distance, a small voice can be heard.
PIERRE: Natasha!
NATASHA: Pierre!
THE WOLVES: a-woooo!
THE WIND: whoooo.
Footsteps can be heard in the dark.
PIERRE: Natasha!
NATASHA: Pierre!
THE WOLVES: a-woooo!
THE WIND: whoooo.
A blood-freezing scream can be heard in the distance.
PIERRE: Natasha!
NATASHA: ...
THE WOLVES: om nom nom nom!
THE WIND: whooooo.
THE PITRY: GO ON. WRITE SOMETHING BETTER. I CHALLENGE THEE!
In the distance, a small voice can be heard.
PIERRE: Natasha!
NATASHA: Pierre!
THE WOLVES: a-woooo!
THE WIND: whoooo.
Footsteps can be heard in the dark.
PIERRE: Natasha!
NATASHA: Pierre!
THE WOLVES: a-woooo!
THE WIND: whoooo.
A blood-freezing scream can be heard in the distance.
PIERRE: Natasha!
NATASHA: ...
THE WOLVES: om nom nom nom!
THE WIND: whooooo.
THE PITRY: GO ON. WRITE SOMETHING BETTER. I CHALLENGE THEE!
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Date: 2011-08-21 07:03 pm (UTC)Eh, I'm mainly cheerleading, too. I've realised I'm still stumped at the fic that's been mostly written and even more stumped at the other fic.
I need to sit down and actually sketch things! BLAH.
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Date: 2011-08-21 07:17 pm (UTC)Besides, what do you mean? You just wrote that truly awesome sketch of winter and wolves and horror and stuff.