[The communicator clicks on to the sound of rapid breathing. It stops for a second, and then--]

The Wolf is coming.

[Her voice sounds weirdly strained, cracking in odd places, as through it's a struggle to form words. Rather than sounding frightened or distressed she sounds...almost gleeful. The comm hits the floor with a thump. Seconds later ( Read more... )

[One month ( Read more... )

[In her time since the party, Attika has taken it upon herself to explore her new prison. Deck 1 makes her nervous (hello, she saw those blossoms exploding, flowers aren't supposed to do that), deck 13 confuses her (how?! what?!), deck 20 is...boring ( Read more... )

[There's a rattle and a clatter, and what sounds like a chair being knocked over before a woman's voice can be heard. It's faint, as though she's on the opposite side of the room from the comm, but it's clear, each word crisp.]

I can't--

I can't stay--

Where--

I was fine out there why am I in here who made me come in here? [An audible breath ( Read more... )