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tampered2013-12-15 07:13 pm
treasuretooth) wrote in tampered2013-12-15 07:13 pm
CLOSED;
When; After this post
Rating; PG (to be safe)
Characters; Pitch Black and Toothiana
Summary; An unfortunate encounter in the dark and wintry woods.
Log; There was something distinctly unsettling about being the sole Guardian in the City now that Pitch Black had arrived. Prior to his making himself known, Tooth had thought her greatest concern was weathering the curses or the thing called the ticking, but with the Boogeyman in town, all of that was changed. Her greatest threat was the one that he posed, not only to her or the kind people she'd met since arriving, but to any and all of the children in this world.
Of course, knowing what the threat was didn't make it any easier to eliminate. Pitch Black was stronger than any one Guardian by themselves, which was why they'd always done better in the past when they'd worked together to stop the Boogeyman. More than that, though...this strange place, it did much to breed fear on its own, and it did more to fester shadows. The number of places Pitch could hide were too numerous to count.
Tooth was at a loss for where to go, where to look...so she did the only thing she could: she kept vigil.
At first she and her fairies flew about the innermost parts of the city, checking on children tucked away in their beds. If there was no sign of trouble, they moved on to the next window, and then the next after that. Eventually, Tooth's search led her to the City's fringes. She'd run out of bedrooms to visit and windows to peek through, and was now fluttering slowly between burly tree trunks bare with winter, her eyes upon the low-hanging moon in the sky. It was not her moon at all. It was faceless and unfriendly and as cold as the snow that powdered the ground.
From it, Tooth would receive no wise counsel. She had only her own judgment to guide her...and only her fairies' sudden chirping to alert her to another presence in the woods around her.
Feathers raising along her shoulders and neck, she spun in midair, eyes searching the penetrating darkness. "Who's there! Show yourself!" She hated being caught off guard almost more than anything else.
Rating; PG (to be safe)
Characters; Pitch Black and Toothiana
Summary; An unfortunate encounter in the dark and wintry woods.
Log; There was something distinctly unsettling about being the sole Guardian in the City now that Pitch Black had arrived. Prior to his making himself known, Tooth had thought her greatest concern was weathering the curses or the thing called the ticking, but with the Boogeyman in town, all of that was changed. Her greatest threat was the one that he posed, not only to her or the kind people she'd met since arriving, but to any and all of the children in this world.
Of course, knowing what the threat was didn't make it any easier to eliminate. Pitch Black was stronger than any one Guardian by themselves, which was why they'd always done better in the past when they'd worked together to stop the Boogeyman. More than that, though...this strange place, it did much to breed fear on its own, and it did more to fester shadows. The number of places Pitch could hide were too numerous to count.
Tooth was at a loss for where to go, where to look...so she did the only thing she could: she kept vigil.
At first she and her fairies flew about the innermost parts of the city, checking on children tucked away in their beds. If there was no sign of trouble, they moved on to the next window, and then the next after that. Eventually, Tooth's search led her to the City's fringes. She'd run out of bedrooms to visit and windows to peek through, and was now fluttering slowly between burly tree trunks bare with winter, her eyes upon the low-hanging moon in the sky. It was not her moon at all. It was faceless and unfriendly and as cold as the snow that powdered the ground.
From it, Tooth would receive no wise counsel. She had only her own judgment to guide her...and only her fairies' sudden chirping to alert her to another presence in the woods around her.
Feathers raising along her shoulders and neck, she spun in midair, eyes searching the penetrating darkness. "Who's there! Show yourself!" She hated being caught off guard almost more than anything else.