Well, fuck.

X.X

[OOC: With Gorlim. More to come, soon...]Finally the prey is moving. She could have torn apart the cottage to reach him, but she'd rather take him alone. Take her time. She won't kill him right away this time, no... Silently she follows him at the rooftop level, quiet as a ghost, considering where best to strike. And as she passes, every ( Read more... )

And tired of waiting. I sense change in the palace, the wind is shifting. If I am to feed, it must be NOW, and no grimy peasant will do. HE's here somewhere, elusive, like a flicker of light out of the corner of your eye...

Good thing I have eight eyes.

*goes hunting*

This promises to be amusing. Unfortunately, I may have to miss the festivities. I'm getting quite hungry. *settles to the roof of a certain cottage on a middle level of Minas Tirith* You have to come out eventually, tidbit...

Bored now.

*silent as death, descends into the unnaturally darkened streets of Minas Tirith, looking for something lovely to destroy...or someone lovely to devour*

All right, class, hands up: who thought I was gone? *tsk* Idiots. I've just been taking a break, saving up energy, incubating a new batch of eggs, waiting for just the right occasion ( Read more... )

First, a little teaser -- don't get any ideas, I ate the last person who suggested I wash the windows --

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That's for my children, bitch. Though really, in the end, it'll hurt HIM more than you...and that's just perfect.

*skitters*

I'm bored. And I'm hungry. And I'm still holding a grudge. Hmm. How to kill all three pretty birds with one stone...?

*upon consideration of current trends and events, skitters into a carefully selected fold of blanket and settles in to bide time*

Hmmmm. Now where IS that third Silmaril?