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jewelsofasgard2015-07-24 09:35 pm
hulk_ling) wrote in jewelsofasgard2015-07-24 09:35 pm
Teddy meets Sam
Who: Teddy and Sam (and anyone who wants to interrupt)
Where: Lands surrounding Asgard
When: July 24
What: Teddy finds a town ravaged by the Witch Storm. He's looking for a place to spend the night and discovers that the town isn't as deserted as he first thought.
Warnings: Violence and porn possible
Teddy arrived at the little village just as the sun was setting. He was weary and irritable having been travelling for the past three days without much rest. He had to keep moving. The image of his mother's death kept replaying in his head, haunting his steps. Not his mother - the woman who had raised him and kept him from the horrors that would have befallen him the moment he had descended to the Grey. His true mother had been long dead and all of the questions of his birth died the moment the assassin slit his adoptive mother's throat.
His stomach growled, reminding him that there was more important things than memories at the moment. He called a shield around him, hiding his wings from any who would still be in the village but the precaution was of little use. No one was here. The Storm had taken all of the Blood and those that didn't perish fled into the surrounding forest. He was alone, just as he had been when his journey began.
The houses stood silent with their doors barred. Teddy walked past until he saw one that had been pried open from the outside. He paused, uncertain why he felt drawn to this particular place but his grumbling stomach pushed all thoughts of concern from his mind. He entered the dark space, his eyes adjusting to the low light as he made his way to the kitchen. It was there that he heard a sound - a rat, possibly, but it could have been larger than a simple scavaging rodent. He walked quietly, the sounds growing closer until he saw a large, dark shape in the doorway to the pantry.
He should leave, find another abandoned house that wasn't quite so occupied but that same feeling that had drawn him to the doorway kept him from turning away. Without knowing why, he cleared his throat, alerting the other to his presence.
Where: Lands surrounding Asgard
When: July 24
What: Teddy finds a town ravaged by the Witch Storm. He's looking for a place to spend the night and discovers that the town isn't as deserted as he first thought.
Warnings: Violence and porn possible
Teddy arrived at the little village just as the sun was setting. He was weary and irritable having been travelling for the past three days without much rest. He had to keep moving. The image of his mother's death kept replaying in his head, haunting his steps. Not his mother - the woman who had raised him and kept him from the horrors that would have befallen him the moment he had descended to the Grey. His true mother had been long dead and all of the questions of his birth died the moment the assassin slit his adoptive mother's throat.
His stomach growled, reminding him that there was more important things than memories at the moment. He called a shield around him, hiding his wings from any who would still be in the village but the precaution was of little use. No one was here. The Storm had taken all of the Blood and those that didn't perish fled into the surrounding forest. He was alone, just as he had been when his journey began.
The houses stood silent with their doors barred. Teddy walked past until he saw one that had been pried open from the outside. He paused, uncertain why he felt drawn to this particular place but his grumbling stomach pushed all thoughts of concern from his mind. He entered the dark space, his eyes adjusting to the low light as he made his way to the kitchen. It was there that he heard a sound - a rat, possibly, but it could have been larger than a simple scavaging rodent. He walked quietly, the sounds growing closer until he saw a large, dark shape in the doorway to the pantry.
He should leave, find another abandoned house that wasn't quite so occupied but that same feeling that had drawn him to the doorway kept him from turning away. Without knowing why, he cleared his throat, alerting the other to his presence.