[hard at work or hardly working?]

[memorimortum]

[It is a quiet night in camp. (Unless someone it exploded a toaster again, but over in this part it is fairly silent and without mayhem, for the moment.) All there is the black of the night, the gentle snow fall, and the crunch of snow underneath a woman's heeled shoe. . . Until she pauses and takes a picture of the scene

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[ashadowofhope]

*so I herd you liek dark, shadowy things...*

[memorimortum]

[like is such a vague term]

. . . Hello?

[ashadowofhope]

*the creature, previously hiding in the shadows, comes straight up to you and looks you square in the eyes. it seems to have only one red glowing one staring at you blinklessly*

[memorimortum]

Ahh!

[using the flash on her camera then putting some distance between them before turning around to keep her eyes on it]

[ashadowofhope]

*it recoils with the flash and jumps away as well, it seemed to draw it's glowing red sword into an offensive pose before stopping.

though it's body is hidden in the shadows, the glowing red eye remains, it looks at you as though deciding what it should do next*

[memorimortum]

[keeping her camera close, but not in her way]

Who is it?

[ashadowofhope]

*steps out of the darkness, the lingering shadows trail slightly behind from his body as his form materializes*

...this is not the place nor the hour for one such as you.

[memorimortum]

I couldn't sleep.

[ashadowofhope]

...such a weak reason to seek your own demise.

[memorimortum]

I'm not going to die.

[ashadowofhope]

...you've not been at camp very long.

[memorimortum]

. . .

[ashadowofhope]

...others will not relent as I have.

[memorimortum]

I won't.

[ashadowofhope]

...

...

...what reasons have you to tempt fate?

[memorimortum]

A good enough reason.