And I chewed the chewing gum of hate. Who: Famine and War What: Stomping out elves and fairies Where: Somewhere in Scandinavia When: Way back when
War could not stop sneezing. The Horseman swung the axe she was holding wildly not caring what she hit and didn't hit the blade. The blade sank deep into the trunk of a tree and War cursed. Cursed because it wasn't a troll, elf, pixie, goblin thing that she and her brother had been neck deep in since arriving in this part of the world. It had been Famine's fault. These skinny, gnobby and gnarled creatures had declared the Black Rider their king. Probably because he was skinny, gnobby and gnarled too. Stretched out bags of bones tended to stick together in War's experience.
Bracing one foot against the tree War yanked the axe free and landed hard on her backside when another fit of sneezing took over in mid motion. It had been fun at first. Stamping out the remains of these old world creatures was a nice distraction from the Apocalypse they were still waiting on. Except somewhere along the way War had developed a peculiar sort of allergy and that made the current extinction they were causing personal somehow.