weep little lion man
Characters: Karkat Vantas and a Sidhe.
Location: By the Troupe, and then in the Troupe.
Time: 4PM on Monday 19th Decemeber
Brief Summary: Karkat gets his fears preyed upon by Sidhe, and then is manipul8ated.
Rating: PG-15 for blood, most likely. Maiming is going to happen.
Also, feel free to hop in, but only Karkat will be interacting with the Sidhe right now.
[Night had already fallen, and the wind was howling through the trees. Karkat was bundled in a cloak and warm clothes, one of which was the scarf Viola had thrown over him all that time ago. His booted feet - he'd finally given up on the sneakers when the boots were better for the weather - crunched over the hard packed snow. Even through his layers, his breath misted in the air.
His wandering feet took him out of the town and into the meadows. The snow was higher here, a mostly umblemished landscape of white. By balancing properly, he could walk across the crust rather than plough through. It made the going slow, but his eyes were peeled for the sign of... anything.
With the exception of Bakura, none of the missing people had been found. Karkat was half ready to call it off as them having vanished, but he was stubborn about it. The fact that a missing person had been found by someone not on the Watch rankled.
The stones in the north meadow loomed close, their eerie silhouettes still tall even when buried in snow. The hair on the back of his neck stood up. They always freaked him out a little. They were nothing like the gates back in the Medium.]
Location: By the Troupe, and then in the Troupe.
Time: 4PM on Monday 19th Decemeber
Brief Summary: Karkat gets his fears preyed upon by Sidhe, and then is manipul8ated.
Rating: PG-15 for blood, most likely. Maiming is going to happen.
Also, feel free to hop in, but only Karkat will be interacting with the Sidhe right now.
[Night had already fallen, and the wind was howling through the trees. Karkat was bundled in a cloak and warm clothes, one of which was the scarf Viola had thrown over him all that time ago. His booted feet - he'd finally given up on the sneakers when the boots were better for the weather - crunched over the hard packed snow. Even through his layers, his breath misted in the air.
His wandering feet took him out of the town and into the meadows. The snow was higher here, a mostly umblemished landscape of white. By balancing properly, he could walk across the crust rather than plough through. It made the going slow, but his eyes were peeled for the sign of... anything.
With the exception of Bakura, none of the missing people had been found. Karkat was half ready to call it off as them having vanished, but he was stubborn about it. The fact that a missing person had been found by someone not on the Watch rankled.
The stones in the north meadow loomed close, their eerie silhouettes still tall even when buried in snow. The hair on the back of his neck stood up. They always freaked him out a little. They were nothing like the gates back in the Medium.]