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Tweak says, "cheetos!"

Adi Thorn (on_a_red_horse) wrote in forgotten_past,
@ 2011-01-10 14:25:00

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.

"DAMN IT!"

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malnourishment
2011-01-11 04:01 pm UTC (link)

Famine didn't really have a problem with the faery folk in the beginning. Sure, they were a little odd and flashy but it was kind of cute, the way they fluttered around all excited about the arrival of strangers in their land.

When it turned into a coronation of some sort, however, the amusement and benevolence the Horseman felt towards them faded. Not that he was violently opposed to the blood-stained gifts they brought him, but their attempts at shoving what passed for food around here down his throat was beginning to grate on his nerves. So when War decided to end this farce, her brother stood aside, more than happy to watch her annihilate his loyal subjects while providing a running commentary from the sideline.

"It's a shame Pestilence isn't here," he chirped cheerfully. "He'd find a way to turn this peculiar sneezing on them."

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on_a_red_horse
2011-01-11 11:19 pm UTC (link)

War glared at her brother. At least she tried to, it was more a rheumy eyed stare that wasn't the least effective thanks to even more sneezing. Bits and pieces of all manner of fae littered the ground and splattered every available surface. The Red Rider let her axe fall to the side and picked tiny, glittering limbs out of her hair.

"I'd just as soon see the freaks covered in boils and exploding in fine sprays of red mist." Did Plague have something that did that? If not War was going to have to suggest it.

Malachi watched the whole thing rather impassively, the monsterous red charger stepped on the occasional gnome and was currently chewing on something with wings. That was until War threw a rock at him.

"SPIT IT OUT! Famine, get your little person out of his mouth."

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