SS- Woman of the Wild Weald
Fian Connor was an odd creature. She walked on the balls of her feet, and ran with wolves always keeping up with them. Her hair was a nest of ravens feathers and wild things, tangled with leaves, flowers and twigs. Knowing and intelligent eyes that shimmered with an 8th sea captured inside of them studied the world with childlike curiosity. She kept a bag of bones at her hip with which she could read fortunes and futures. Only the most resourceful of fellows could ever find her at any given time when they were in need of true magicks.
She took up residence in the untamed woods, travelling with her wolves, never staying longer than a season in any given space. The remains of each hovel left barely a scar of its existence just the bare bones of a fire, a clearing, and a bed of leaves.
All her needs were met by the wood they clothed her, fed her, bathed her. She was one with the wilderness, but she could speak to others the way the wild never could. She c
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The hospital was a complete wreck. Gurneys and medical supplies were scattered across the floor, while some of the patients and even the staff were struggling to their feet.
Mustve been an earthquake The Doctor said as they passed by several nurses who were well enough to tend the freshly wounded. Rose thought that that would be the explanation that would best suit those who were here. Great big nothing monster just wouldnt work for most people.
Once they were back in the room where Benn had been placed, they found the nurse who had been attacked before, lying in the neighbouring bed. Ben, on the other hand, was once again at the window.
The Doctor approached him slowly, and from the side. He pulled the curtains of the window open wide, allowing the sun to pool into the entire room.
Are you okay? Rose asked Ben, going over to him as soon as she saw him at the window after she entered the room.
It keeps coming back
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The bright light outside was blinding. The car park became a labyrinth of mirrors, glass, rubber and metal. Patients coming and going, their friends or family there to help them into and out of the hospital. Several wheelchairs sat off to one side, one out of every few actually occupied.
Darting through parked cars, the Doctor and Rose could hear the nothing beast crawling over vehicles as it came after them. The resonance of shattering glass, crunching metal and the loud bang of burst tires echoed in the enclosed space. It was deafening.
Rose plugged her ears with her fingers; trying not to hit the side mirrors of any cars they ran between, weaving through and down the lot trying to follow the Doctors mad movements.
Finally the Doctor ducked around a corner, grabbing Rose in the process. Panting wildly, they both listened intently for the beast to come screaming around the bend. But, after a few minutes, nothing came.
Rose stepped into a square
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Ben's room was full of a nothingness so thick you could not see around it -- though you might be able to see through it. What the Doctor and Rose spied when they came running into the room was a nurse held in the air by long spindly fingers and knobbly knuckles. At least, that's what the Doctor thought he saw. When he looked again it was as if the nurse were just floating there, and out of the corner of his eye he'd then seen something else move, but when he looked it was gone. Looking right at the beast gave nothing away -- it was a blurry mirage that you could only get glimpses of from the corners of your eyes.
Ben was curled up in a ball in the corner of the room, his face buried against his knees and his eyes closed tight.
Rose wanted to go to the boy in the corner; her heart ached seeing him so scared of this great big nothingness. She watched the poor lad shiver through her own wispy puffs of breath the room was frigid now with this hulking mass of empty i
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The day was bright and cool, with a light breeze blowing from the south. The nice weather made it seem like the cold of winter was long gone, even though it was only the middle of January. The unusually warm weather had people relaxed even after the recent deaths of a young boys parents.
Poor thing, One woman had said. Left all alone, too. Must be traumatized keeps talking about a monster. Folks just suffocated, y know. Carbon Monoxide they said. Oh, he was lucky he woke up. Police says that everyone needs an alarm now. The woman rattled on about the state of the boy, of the town, and all the rest of the local gossip.
Gossip was just what he wanted to hear. How else could you find out what was going on in a place that you had only just arrived in? Sure you might get some rubbish now and then, but on the whole it was the best way to find anything out. The Doctor knew this that was why he listened intently, eyebrow
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The bony wooden fingers of winter scratched at the glass of the window, begging to be let in. Begging to let whatever was outside, in.
With the sound of his heart in his ears, pounding out the rhythm of his pulse, the young boy named Ben tried to keep himself small. Tucked away in the dark of his secret, hidden space he felt safe. The secret cupboard was disguised as part of the wall in his room. It was where he kept his prized possessions. Special toys, gifts, cards, books, and drawings. Now he hoped no prayed, that it would keep him hidden. Keep him secret. Keep him safe.
He could hear the winter creature moving around in his room, searching searching for him, probably.
He could not remember why he had awoken originally He just woke, and heard something outside his door, in the corridor. The house had been quiet, and when he had called out questioningly to see if the noise had been his parents, he received no answer other than that noise coming cl