From: owner-lostholt-l@murkworks.net on behalf of rayek@murkworks.net Sent: Tuesday, August 22, 2000 10:43 AM To: lostholt-l@murkworks.net Subject: [lostholt-l] Fhen shows up in Lostholt. Trollkiller boggles. Fhen, a considered-lost-or-dead Willowholter, has showed up here in Lostholt. Here's my log of his arrival. (It's only 6K - I had to bail early, so the end is kind of rushed.) - R'ykandar. ----- Fhen wanders into Lostholt, and finds Trollkiller. Logged 21 August 2000. Characters: Fhen, Trollkiller. Trollkiller's initial position is lying on a branch of the Father Tree, half-asleep, in the middle of the day. He's sunning himself in the late autumn day. This scene should be considered a bit compressed towards the end, as Trollkiller's player had to leave before it was really finished. ----- begin log ----- A dense grove of grotesquely shaped trees dominated by one immense Grandfather of a tree whose age is no less great than its size. It is obvious that the old tree has survived a terrible tragedy and you can see some of the scars left by the terrible blaze on the branches as leaves turn yellow as flame and red as blood. Brown weeds and night blooming wildflowers lie dead or dying in natural disorder around the trees roots. Like old friends, the gnarled trees embrace one another, their many branches entwining to form a canopy high above the ground, though most of the leaves now decorate the ground and crun ch under your feet. Trollkiller lies on one of the many branches of the Father Tree. It feels strange, still, and not quite right, to be so far away from the den lying here - but even so, many things still feel not quite right, even these several turns after the floods and fall of the Willowholt. At least the Father Tree has plenty of branches for lying upon. There's much to be said for that. Fhen walks up to the Father Tree from the clearing. Fhen has arrived. Fhen walks up from the clearing, looking around, but not seeing anyone. He sits on the ground, his legs crossed, and looks over at the wolf cubs, smiling a bit. Trollkiller is half asleep in the sun, and sees, then, a dream of Fhen, walking into the middle of the holt. Sniff. Lost Fhen. One of many. He still dreams badly of the many who've gone. But this dream doesn't seem too bad, at least, not yet. Fhen leans back and puts his weight on his hands, looking up towards the sky. The sun doesn't seem as bright here as it used to be back home. He sighs when he thinks of Willowholt and all the loved ones he's missed these turns since the floods. Trollkiller mmmmmphf. He squints, in his dreaming, at the dream-Fhen. He doesn't usually feel this _sleepy_ in dreams. Even when he's dreaming he's asleep. And dream-people aren't usually this fuzzy, either. ** ... hwrmhrmph? ** Fhen's ears perk up at the sound of a muffled send. He starts looking around to try to find the source. He finally looks up into the branches of the Father Tree. His eyes widen as he finds a familiar face. ** Trollkiller? Is that you? ** Trollkiller vuf? He pushes himself, up, still half-lying on the branch. Okay, that's a little _too_ real. Too awake-real, even. Time to wake up and start over. He shakes his head, trying to clear it a bit... and catches a glance of Fhen. Trollkiller falls off the branch. Fhen gets up and walks over to where Trollkiller fell. He kneels beside the furry elf. ** Are you okay? ** Trollkiller looks up, blinks, and looks again. ** What? the. Fhen?! ** His head hurts. Also, his brain hurts. ** What? ** He looks _very_ confused - but catches Fhen's scent. Dream-Fhen doesn't have a scent. ** Fh...?! ** He reaches out and grabs you, as much to find out whether you're real, as anything else. Then, for a moment - but a glance around tells him he's not in Willowholt, and he didn't just dream all of _that_, either. ** Fhen?! ** Fhen smiles. ** Heyla, Trollkiller. ** He hugs the furry elf back. ** I didn't know if I'd ever see you again... ** Trollkiller reels. Gosh, you seem awfully calm about all this - but he'll probably not think about that later, either, as he wraps himself around you in a big furry ball. ** Fhen! Alive Fhen! ** Fhen giggles as he gets wrapped up in that big furry ball. ** Yeah, I'm alive. I'm glad you are too. ** Trollkiller blinks, and leans back, looking punch-drunk. ** But... ?! ** He tries again. ** ?! ** Nope, that's not working. ** ?! ?! ?! WHERE?! have you been?! ** He tries to think. ** Are there others too? ** Fhen smiles. ** I've been lots of places... Out to the plains, up to where the GoBacks live, the Palace, even went over by Blue Mountain... ** The smile fades from his face. ** But you're the first one I've seen... ** He sighs quietly. Trollkiller shakes Fhen. And then wraps himself back around him. And does a lot of thinking. Dusk. Dawn. Zalen. Midnight. All the tribe that spent any time in the mountain, for that matter. Woodhawk. Rillwhisper. Wayfound. Rainfire... and Fhen! now. ** That's... eight and two? Three? ** A big number, anyway. ** A lot of alive of us... ** A germ of an idea is forming. Somewhere, anyway. In the back of his head. But that's for later. Right now, he's rubbing Fhen all over. _All_ over. Trollkiller is, in fact, slipping his hands inside your tunic, and licking at your neck. Fhen giggles as your hands rub him... ** Hey, that tickles... ** Trollkiller licks your ear, tongue tracing its ridge, then along curves, and in, delcately. His hand slips down your abdomen, past your belt. He's kind of drunk on your scent, something that's been gone so long, suddenly back... Fhen giggles and kisses Trollkiller on the lips, a long, passionate kiss. ** High Ones, I've been waiting turns to do that. ** He yawns, tired from walking most of the night and all morning. Trollkiller growls, but in _that_ way, and wants you. Now. He picks you up, carrying you in his arms back to his den. It's also Rillwhisper's and Woodhawk's, so you'll feel right at home. ** Let's do that again. Only a lot more. My furs are waiting. ** And he hauls you bodily off to the den. [OOC] Trollkiller sends, ** How's that? Kind of short but I'm falling over. Want to follow me back OOC so you can hide out there while in transit? ** [OOC] Trollkiller OK, ready to follow me back? [OOC] Fhen nods. [They go back to TK's den] [OOC] Trollkiller nuzzles, rolls you three or four times, or until your stamina gives out, and falls asleep all wrapped up around you. ;) ----- end log -----