FINAL WEEK

[strangerpeople]

FINAL WEEK

[Soon after, many of the figures lay dead. They bodies are splayed all over the stage. The female, however, seems to be gone.

Where did she go? What is she planning? It's unknown. But, soon after the Titled leave the Debate Hall, they are struck with a vivid vision. It is quick, but strong. Another dream, and this time, it is a waking dream.

Another memory. The Depths haven't been cleaned, either. The halls are silent, and no new doors seem to have opened. Yet deep down, you know. The end is near.

Its time to get ready. So, get ready, Titled.

There are seven strangers left.]

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hallway damnit self

[bythewaves]

[ He's still a wolf - it's easier as the wolf. Less worry.

But his pup is hurting and lonely.

A soft whuff and the wolf comes over to wind around him and lick him fondly ]

[lightnen]

[ Perhaps it was the sound of the wolf that got his attention first, blinking a couple times as Maglor's furry form wound around him. Even going so far as that additional show of affection, something that had him leaning against the other a bit while exhaling a shaky breath. ]

...I want to go home, Maglor. I... My best friend's there... I remembered his significance to me. What if something happened to him without me there...?

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor whines softly in understanding, leaning against him to offer comfort ]