crittersheep (
crittersheep) wrote2024-02-15 08:00 pm
STORM RITUAL - LILY
[Your Barn seems to fall away to the sides, and you find yourself in a deep valley of flowers, mostly of the nightshade variety. There doesn't seem any way out but up--a steep cliff you have no hope of climbing on your own. But why would you want to leave?
Well, the wolves probably. And not just any wolves--they resemble Bea, but without her mask, and they all laugh and laugh, so happy to keep you trapped, to torture you. Occasionally one zips forward, slicing you with knives, before rejoining the others, giggling and gossiping about how they'll slice you all up nice and slow. Even if you heal yourself, one cuts you again. Well, this might make thinking difficult.]
[You see visions floating in the air, demonstrating what other flocks are dealing with.]
Well, the wolves probably. And not just any wolves--they resemble Bea, but without her mask, and they all laugh and laugh, so happy to keep you trapped, to torture you. Occasionally one zips forward, slicing you with knives, before rejoining the others, giggling and gossiping about how they'll slice you all up nice and slow. Even if you heal yourself, one cuts you again. Well, this might make thinking difficult.]
[You see visions floating in the air, demonstrating what other flocks are dealing with.]

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