[log] Event: Howl [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: everyone
Location: The sort of location M.C. Escher wishes he'd thought up.
Date: nights 211 & 212
Summary: I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallow'd ground
Warnings: potential for violence, death, and psychological horror; please note in subject lines if any specific warnings come up!

like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
I want to find you tear out all your tenderness

Comments

[deus_ex_phs]

Is this where I make a crack about getting your head stuck in the clouds?

[Having fun with stuff like this may be the only way to stay sane in this place, regardless of how ridiculous they appear.]

Hmm. Five feet or so? Better not jump too high.

[It'd suck if they come down and the ground isn't bouncy anymore.]

[rattlingthestars]

Nope.

[ Jim stares up at the trees above them, a certain determined look in his eye that absolutely never spells anything good. ]

This is where you help me.

[deus_ex_phs]

...help you.

[What is that look, Jim? What are you planning? And is it something that Kunsel will endorse?]

[rattlingthestars]

Yep.

[ Jim point up at the forest. ] I think if we time our jumps right, you might be able to get me all the way up there.

[deus_ex_phs]

[Dryly.]

And when the forest disappears? Do I hover below you to catch you in my arms?