do not ask why there are noises in the night: they are for you

[heirofthedog]

[Well, let's see. It's three weeks into the month of October. Two dangerous mists have come and gone in as many weeks, and the air is brighter today, what a relief. But--there still seems to be a slight chill in the air. Perhaps the edge is the result of yesterday's rain

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[listentomy]

[outside. in the forest. tuning his guitar]

[cuebattlemusic]

[there's that rustling noise again, louder. and is that a howl in the distance?]

[listentomy]

[notices /something/, taking a moment to glance towards where the sound... seemed to be coming from]

[and then goes back to tuning his guitar]

[cuebattlemusic]

[and the forest itself seems to be calming down. way down. the noise around you seems to be dying out, except for your guitar.]

[listentomy]

[Well, that's certainly creepy. Getting to his feet, one hand holding his guitar by the neck, and he's looking around]

What's with this place today?

[cuebattlemusic]

[oh, nothing, just some wind. really. you're not afraid of a good strong wind, right? the trees around you are shaking, and they're beginning to discard leaves and branches.]

[listentomy]

[I LIKE WIND but this is a bit much]

[cuebattlemusic]

[the wind just blows harder. there's no accounting for taste.]

[listentomy]

The real wind..?

[cuebattlemusic]

[possibly not. if you strain your ears, there seems to be a melody playing in it.]

[listentomy]

[calling out into the wind]

Hey!

[cuebattlemusic]

[nothing. just a childish, high pitched echo. but wait, the wind seems to be dying down a bit?]

[listentomy]

Whoever you are, come out.

[cuebattlemusic]

[instead of an answer, there's a very loud CRACK as a large tree limb comes hurtling down at you.]

[listentomy]

[he manages to dodge the main branch, but only barely, the smaller branches manage to scratch his arm]

Tch...

[cuebattlemusic]

[well, good. how's about that whistling noise coming from behind you? innnncoming.]