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piosenniel · 01-30-2003, 01:35 PM

Carchmoroth loped to the back of the fray, and re-entered the trees. At a loud bark from him, his seven waiting wolves attacked, spreading themselves out among the party goers.

Four of them harried the ones called Celebmornie and Fin. The man and woman stood back to back, swords drown defending themselves as the wolves feinted in and out, drwing blood from their victims legs. One of the wolves ran in, teeth snapping, drawing the attention of the two beleaguered warriors, drawing all their attention to him. From behind, the other wolf gathered his strength and leaped . . .

Another three surrounded Ned, Autumn, and Gaddy. Eyes blazing, jaws slavering at the thought of rending them from limb to limb, the Wolves attacked them in a frenzy . . .

Dúgoroth, the younger male Warg, was enjoying himself chasing the partygoers in therir finery about the area. Running swiftly behind them, he would nip at their heel and the backs of their knees, herding them like so many frightened sheep.

'Stop playing with your food!' shouted his sister, grinning in her ghastly Wargish way. She trotted slowly past him, following the fat mayor, like a cat after a mouse.

Carchmoroth made the rounds of the buffet table, yanking on the tablecloths so that all the mannish food fell to the ground. 'Ah! Here it is!' he growled to himself. He rolled one of the ale casks from its supports and nosed it toward the protection of the trees. Once they were done here, he and his pack would celebrate in style . . .

[ January 31, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

01-30-2003, 01:35 PM	#35
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Carchmoroth loped to the back of the fray, and re-entered the trees. At a loud bark from him, his seven waiting wolves attacked, spreading themselves out among the party goers. Four of them harried the ones called Celebmornie and Fin. The man and woman stood back to back, swords drown defending themselves as the wolves feinted in and out, drwing blood from their victims legs. One of the wolves ran in, teeth snapping, drawing the attention of the two beleaguered warriors, drawing all their attention to him. From behind, the other wolf gathered his strength and leaped . . . Another three surrounded Ned, Autumn, and Gaddy. Eyes blazing, jaws slavering at the thought of rending them from limb to limb, the Wolves attacked them in a frenzy . . . Dúgoroth, the younger male Warg, was enjoying himself chasing the partygoers in therir finery about the area. Running swiftly behind them, he would nip at their heel and the backs of their knees, herding them like so many frightened sheep. 'Stop playing with your food!' shouted his sister, grinning in her ghastly Wargish way. She trotted slowly past him, following the fat mayor, like a cat after a mouse. Carchmoroth made the rounds of the buffet table, yanking on the tablecloths so that all the mannish food fell to the ground. 'Ah! Here it is!' he growled to himself. He rolled one of the ale casks from its supports and nosed it toward the protection of the trees. Once they were done here, he and his pack would celebrate in style . . . [ January 31, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.