daddyissues_ (daddyissues_) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2015-11-02 16:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot, katherine lokadóttir, thor |
Who: Kat and Thor (and whoever other family member wants to jump in)
What: Freaking out
When: Early this morning
Where: Their house
Open: To family members
Status: Incomplete
A light touch woke her up. Something on her cheek, light and feathery. And yet, it was no cloth. The feeling was an alien one, Katherine realised as her mind slowly drifted towards consciousness. And then her eyes opened and the feeling was still there. No dream. With horror she turned around. It was a gooey, slimy feeling. Fenrir and Myrk were sleeping outside by now. Please, let her have forgotten to lock the doors! Her hands glided to the side where she had stored the iron fire poker. The slimy thing on her cheek moved as if it was stroking her. Maybe the wolves were licking her cheek. Her eyes went to the side. Where she had begged for the wolves to be was monstrous figure. A skeleton with broken bones and a shredded robe. One arm stretched out towards her, gazing down at her with deep empty sockets.
Katherine shrieked. Her teleportation skills were forgotten. Instead she hit the thing with the fire poker. Attack first, ask questions later. That thing should not touch her. The iron bar collided with the rib cage, it stared at her for a second, stared and then the creature dissolved. For a second, she couldn't turn her eyes away from the now empty spot. The thing had not fought her. She was alive, breathing and intact. Still, she was terrified. It shouldn't have been here. She had salted up the room. How had it gotten in?
The young woman almost fell out of bed so desperate was she to get away from this place. People. Her family. She wanted someone to be there. Someone to hide behind. She could deal with the living. The dead were a different story. "Uncle," she bellowed. "Father! Sif!" She ripped open the door of her bedroom and rushed into the hallway.