Tal’s magical dagger flashes in the darkness as he makes a desperate slash at the shattered window. In that fleeting moment, the echo of his swing is swallowed by a sudden, piercing scream—a sound that sends a chill deeper than the icy gusts. A woman’s voice, high and tremulous, slices through the chaos, followed by a sickening gurgle that cuts through the silence like a shard of ice.
For a heartbeat, time will seem to stall; was it the courier's strike that had dragged forth such a scream from the darkness, or had it been the creature outside?
Boreal will scent the sudden blooming of blood just outside of the window as fire warms the little space. Another gurgle is heard from outside the broken window, with the wind suddenly stilling as if to better allow to the sound to seem into the room.
Was it a trick? Or was there someone outside of the little house in need of help?
For a heartbeat, time will seem to stall; was it the courier's strike that had dragged forth such a scream from the darkness, or had it been the creature outside?
Boreal will scent the sudden blooming of blood just outside of the window as fire warms the little space. Another gurgle is heard from outside the broken window, with the wind suddenly stilling as if to better allow to the sound to seem into the room.
Was it a trick? Or was there someone outside of the little house in need of help?
