Vanyon: darling

Thuringwethil: ::pieces::

Vanyon: *sews*

Thuringwethil: ::reforming::

Vanyon: *puts her somewhere dark and wet*

Thuringwethil: ::gets damp::

Vanyon: *keeps the tomb nice and tidy*

Thuringwethil: ::wakes up:: That was unpleasant.

Vanyon: I can imagine

Thuringwethil: ::touches his face gently:: I suppose I should say thank ( Read more... )

::As Hama leaves, the word fury is insufficient to do Thuringwethil's rageustice, and the mocking from Hama only serves to fuel it higher. Drawing in a deep, unnecessary breath, she attempts to calm herself. Attacking in anger will not help her win against Jade, and she has always needed all of her resources to fight the swordswoman:: You may ( Read more... )

Fang lifts his head and barks sharply, and Thuringwethil turns from burping Opal to glance out a concealled window. Jade is here, with that bumbling secratary of hers, and cursing, Thuringwethil sets Opal back in her crib. This was not the plan: they are approaching from an angle completely different to any of her carefully laid paths. The paths ( Read more... )

::after much careful laying of clues, paths, and false paths, Thuringwethil returns to her lair. Opal has long ago fallen asleep, and now the baby is lain gently in a crib specially fashioned just for her. Thuringwethil straightens, absently scratching Fang the warg on the head as she turns, moving toward the coldest part of the lair. Here, ( Read more... )

I thought she'd never leave::sticking to the shadows, Thuringwethil glides through the Gates of Mandos. Not being fully alive or dead, she confuses them, causing the heavy doors to swing soundlessly open. The Balrog guards ignore her, familiar with her from ancient days when they all served Melkor, and by keeping to the shadows, Thuringwethil ( Read more... )

I need a hobby, other than killing my mun.

Beloved? Where is my Warg?

Shame, that. Real shame. ::sarcastic::

Evidently, wraiths can go without food for much longer than I thought.

Vanyon's head is stitched back on...to his neck. As amusing as his head stuck to his ass might've been, he wouldn't have seen the humor in it and no doubt his whining would drive me up the wall. No, the easiest way to deal is to delay reviving him, and I could always plead being underfed considering how much of my blood it will take to raise him ( Read more... )

While everyone was rejoicing over their victory in killing my husband, I collected the pieces, found where he hid Eight and moved us to some place a bit less obvious. No maps, no blinking neon signs that read "Here there be Vampires", no infomericals on the location of our secret hideout. We're safe for now ( Read more... )