|
Post by e on Mar 24, 2016 21:54:17 GMT -6
I thought I'd make a new thread for organization purposes. (2000 pages is a lot.)
Write away, friends.
|
|
|
Post by The Traveler on Mar 24, 2016 22:10:46 GMT -6
((So fresh, so clean...
So not going into that that rhyme from ninth grade.))
|
|
|
Post by Gams on Mar 24, 2016 22:13:22 GMT -6
((Sorry I disappeared.
Sounds like you have been given a really amazing opportunity, I'm so happy for you.
Same here for the listening.))
|
|
|
Post by The Traveler on Mar 24, 2016 22:24:20 GMT -6
((I think he may have left...
Anyways, if you want I can start Wild Hunt stuff now. Seems appropriate to do so, given the new thread.))
|
|
|
Post by Gams on Mar 24, 2016 22:38:09 GMT -6
((No, I know, but he'll see it when he checks. You know.
Actually, he kind of reminded me of something . . . Now, I'm kind of hesitant to talk about this, because one, it's so not that serious it's almost a joke, two, these things usually don't play out for me, and three, I feel like I'm going to talk about it and then totally jinxs it, but, it's been going on for almost the whole year now so I'm just going to bold and put it out there and manifest destiny and whatever. I've known this girl for about a year now, her name is Kiaya, and we might date once school is out.
Yes.))
|
|
|
Post by The Traveler on Mar 24, 2016 22:46:36 GMT -6
|
|
|
Post by Gams on Mar 24, 2016 22:48:28 GMT -6
((Very cute.))
|
|
|
Post by The Traveler on Mar 24, 2016 22:50:00 GMT -6
During the night, well after Shane had left, three bays could be heard faintly in the distance, even inside the HQ. They sounded different, however: instead of eager excitement, they were filled with mournful pain.
|
|
|
Post by The Traveler on Mar 24, 2016 22:50:46 GMT -6
((Thank you, I try.
In all seriousness, I hope things go well for you!))
|
|
|
Post by Gams on Mar 24, 2016 22:55:42 GMT -6
((Thank you!))
It somewhat brought Sally out of her slumber.
|
|
|
Post by The Traveler on Mar 24, 2016 23:04:24 GMT -6
There was a moment's pause, then the baying started up again. This instance, however, was one where it sounded like there was only one dog. Usually the pounding of hooves was drowned out by the baying of the hunting dogs, but now it was the other way around. Regardless, both sounds got louder and louder as they approached the HQ.
|
|
|
Post by Gams on Mar 24, 2016 23:07:41 GMT -6
Sally's eyes began to open. Is that Woden? She tried to rouse herself from sleep.
|
|
|
Post by The Traveler on Mar 24, 2016 23:17:57 GMT -6
The thundering noise of hooves and the one dog that had been baying gradually came to a stop outside of the HQ.
Meanwhile, Finley had clambered out of bed once she had heard the noise and looked out her window to see what the racket was. She had a black tanktop and her red plaid pj bottoms on as she opened her door. She was just going to tell the Hunt to leave and come back in the morning, but she stopped at her doorway to yawn enormously.
|
|
|
Post by Gams on Mar 24, 2016 23:19:06 GMT -6
Sally began to sleepily make her way downstairs.
|
|
|
Post by The Traveler on Mar 24, 2016 23:31:21 GMT -6
"Mmh. You got it Sally?" Finley mumbled as soon as she saw Sally walking down the hallway.
"AND YOU ARE CERTAIN THE LITTLE RAT IS HERE, YOU MANGY RUNT?!" a voice raged outside of the HQ. Sally (and Alphan) would've recognized that voice from their brief time at the Wild Hunt's camp.
|
|