[Open Post] When the Wolves Come Out of the Walls...

[77th_emo_earl]

For the first time since his abortive attempt at escaping back in November, Titus no longer feels so much at home in this place. Something nasty has come out of the woodwork, and he's wondering now if trying to escape was the better course of action. He cannot be alone, not after nearly harming himself, and so he's headed for the kitchen, hoping to find *someone* who hasn't been affected by this madness...

Backdated to the night Morgoth tried to break his mind

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[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

Titus sighs, haggardly. "I am merely trying to make peace between us: I'm not asking you to be my brother. I simply want to end this and move on." Inwardly he's at the point of wanting to simply end this, amicably or not, just to be done with this.

[not-snake-bite.livejournal.com]

Steerpike shrugs, makes a liberal gesture. "Move on, then, since it never was."

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

"I suppose that is the best way in which to handle this predicament," he replies, resignedly. "And let the past remain in the past."

He makes a move as if he would offer his hand in an amicable handshake, but in the distance, a blood-curdling scream arises, crescendos to a full-throated wail, then is cut off. Titus jumps, looking at the ceiling.

[not-snake-bite.livejournal.com]

Steerpike startles as well, then looks up. "-- Blasted wolves," he growls.

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

"Could they have gotten into the house? That shriek sounded as though it came from abovestairs," he says.

[not-snake-bite.livejournal.com]

Steerpike rolls his eyes. "There would have been more than one scream."

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

"Unless the worst has happened to the unfortunate," he suggests, quailing back from the door, and eying it as if expecting a wolf to show it's face.

[not-snake-bite.livejournal.com]

"In which case we'd already be dealing with it. Man up, Master Groan. It's fear gripping your belly, not the wolf."

Steerpike might be amused by this.

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

"I would suggest that we go take a look to be certain it is not as I fear, but that would put us in the path of any intruders," he replies, coming back to the table and sitting down, but his posture is still wary.

[not-snake-bite.livejournal.com]

Steerpike looks at Titus, raises an eyebrow.

"I shall go, then, if you are to live in fear, I will not."

Should consider wrapping this up, perhaps?

[77th-earl.livejournal.com]

Titus forces himself not to bristle at that. "I would choose, rather, to err on the side of discretion," he replies, coolly. "Do not let my reticence detain you."

Sounds like a plan! And hee, I have a feeling these two might be frienemies...

[not-snake-bite.livejournal.com]

Steerpike sneers at Titus disdainfully, then smirks cockily, then goes.

Heee, it's already a step forward, aye? ^^