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[JUDGED] Who's the crooks in this crime? [Hellä]

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It was damnably cold despite the sun’s feeble attempts to peer through the morning clouds. Ice wrapped around naked tree branches like a crystalline exoskeleton, and thick frost clung to whatever vegetation it could find. It was a completely unspectacular gray daybreak at the mouth of the Sanctuary, and Moniz was sick to death of everything. She stood, scowling, under a rocky overhang. She was glaring at the entrance to the Sanctuary, deeply resenting the hole in the earth to which she was bound. It would be so easy to leave; to disappear into the woods and never go back to that miserable dungeon. But she knew better. Even though it was only fear and not wisdom that anchored her to the caves, she knew she couldn’t leave and get devoured by whatever evil had conquered this land. She had seen the screaming, tortured souls dragged through the caves by small armies of equines; she had heard their blood-curdling cries echoing through the stony corridors. Moniz didn’t know what had happened to them, but whatever it was, she damn well wasn’t going to let it happen to her.

And so Moniz sullenly hung close to the little hole that led to safety, detesting the heavy chains it had insidiously anchored around her fetlocks. The incessant drip of slowly melting icicles provided her only soundtrack; it was too damned cold for birds or bugs, and no wind rustled through these sullen woods. In the stillness, low fog had settled amidst the roots and moss. Gray and dead. Everything was gray and dead, and Moniz hated all of it.

Misery demands an outlet, and Moniz was never the type to keep her emotions in check. The heavyset bay pony was spoiling for a fight – she had been for several days now – and her irritability was bound to boil over at the next unfortunate soul to stumble upon her. She stomped a gray hoof against the hard forest floor, swishing her tail at the invisible flies that nagged at her round belly. Drip. Drip. Drip. The monotony was enough to drive anyone mad, and with every passing moment, the rage that consumed her small body swelled like a balloon. Moniz waited furiously, begging for the pin to drop that would set off what was by now an absolutely unavoidable explosion.

OOC
389 words, [0/3]
@[Hellä] - Feel free to attack first if you'd like. =)
3 attacks each & closing defense, 800 word limit
Judged spar, no stats (since Hellä doesn't have them yet - if you want to request stats & use them I'd be happy to do that)
I'm sorry, I'm dumb sometimes. >.< Judged spar, hybrid dice system - will add a link once Hellä's stats are assigned!
Hybrid Dice - Stats Roll thread
Setting summary: Overcast winter morning, in the woods just outside the entrance to the Sanctuary
Magic & companions allowed if applicable

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Messages In This Thread
Who's the crooks in this crime? [Hellä] - by Moniz - 02-15-2014, 12:57 PM
RE: Who's the crooks in this crime? [Hellä] - by Hellä - 02-18-2014, 10:39 PM
RE: Who's the crooks in this crime? [Hellä] - by Moniz - 02-19-2014, 01:42 PM
RE: Who's the crooks in this crime? [Hellä] - by Hellä - 02-19-2014, 10:27 PM
RE: Who's the crooks in this crime? [Hellä] - by Moniz - 02-20-2014, 04:12 PM
RE: Who's the crooks in this crime? [Hellä] - by Hellä - 02-20-2014, 10:18 PM
RE: Who's the crooks in this crime? [Hellä] - by Moniz - 02-21-2014, 03:28 PM
RE: Who's the crooks in this crime? [Hellä] - by Hellä - 02-22-2014, 12:16 AM
RE: Who's the crooks in this crime? [Hellä] - by Moniz - 02-22-2014, 10:40 AM

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