The longest night begins at sundown
The Valium had run out Tuesday morning. She'd known it was coming and had braced herself. Crowley stayed with her all Wednesday, mostly to prevent her from leaving the room. He'd done a good job, too. She had barely moved from the bed as the coldness crept back in through the night. The feeling inside her was even stronger than before and by Thursday evening she wanted nothing more than to get out. She needed the air and the night and the moon and the cold. She needed to run.
She'd told him she had to use the bathroom, which wasn't a lie...she simply didn't come back when she was done.
Death went to the basement and picked through the clothes box for socks and shoes, a coat, gloves, all the things she would need. Everything but a weapon. She jumped at every noise, braced herself for a fight at every shadow, every voice. She wasn't even sure they were real voices anymore. They all sounded like Delirium.
Death took a door she'd never tried before and followed the darkness through the caves, picking her way along slowly. She knew these came out where she'd met new Tommy. That was as good a place as any to begin her hunt.
The day found her running and running, tracking like an animal. The wolves had found her and growled menacingly, but ultimately ran from Death. Dogs didn't like her, so she was lucky with the pack. Perhaps it was because of the Doctor, or it could have been her feral retort to their snarls. Either way, they didn't bother her.
It wasn't until she crossed the path of an arctic fox that she had a problem. It growled, she snarled. It lunged, she struck. It came at her again and again, tiny little vicious thing that it was. Death toyed with it, letting it bite her coat, snap at her gloved hands, her own teeth bared and hungry for something she'd never experienced. It wasn't until one final lunge and a fast catch around the throat that Death did what she adamantly insisted she did not do.
Death ended a life.
She sat in the snow, cradling the limp white furred creature, rocking it like a baby. Tears streamed down her cheeks, as much for the loss of the life as for the loss of the sound of her sisters. It was the eve of the solstice and they were gone. Whatever this instinct was that had been driving her all month...it just vanished with the last breath of the fox.
[Timed to Thursday afternoon. Find her at any point during the afternoon, anywhere on the island. The fox happens after dark and that part is plot locked, but feel free to encounter feral Death. She won't hurt you, I promise. Solstice is officially Dec 22 at 00:22 this year.]
She'd told him she had to use the bathroom, which wasn't a lie...she simply didn't come back when she was done.
Death went to the basement and picked through the clothes box for socks and shoes, a coat, gloves, all the things she would need. Everything but a weapon. She jumped at every noise, braced herself for a fight at every shadow, every voice. She wasn't even sure they were real voices anymore. They all sounded like Delirium.
Death took a door she'd never tried before and followed the darkness through the caves, picking her way along slowly. She knew these came out where she'd met new Tommy. That was as good a place as any to begin her hunt.
The day found her running and running, tracking like an animal. The wolves had found her and growled menacingly, but ultimately ran from Death. Dogs didn't like her, so she was lucky with the pack. Perhaps it was because of the Doctor, or it could have been her feral retort to their snarls. Either way, they didn't bother her.
It wasn't until she crossed the path of an arctic fox that she had a problem. It growled, she snarled. It lunged, she struck. It came at her again and again, tiny little vicious thing that it was. Death toyed with it, letting it bite her coat, snap at her gloved hands, her own teeth bared and hungry for something she'd never experienced. It wasn't until one final lunge and a fast catch around the throat that Death did what she adamantly insisted she did not do.
Death ended a life.
She sat in the snow, cradling the limp white furred creature, rocking it like a baby. Tears streamed down her cheeks, as much for the loss of the life as for the loss of the sound of her sisters. It was the eve of the solstice and they were gone. Whatever this instinct was that had been driving her all month...it just vanished with the last breath of the fox.
[Timed to Thursday afternoon. Find her at any point during the afternoon, anywhere on the island. The fox happens after dark and that part is plot locked, but feel free to encounter feral Death. She won't hurt you, I promise. Solstice is officially Dec 22 at 00:22 this year.]