the sixth; accidental voice

[unholy_rebirth]

[Shuffle. Shuffle. Clank. The communicator has turned on in Thereth's pack. The faint sound of lapping water can be heard over the shifting of her armor.]

Little one?

[There's more shuffling, as though perhaps a handsome man has awoken and is getting up. Unaware of the danger, Thereth is approaching him.]

Have you just arrived? You are safe here...

[More shuffling. Footsteps. (And hoofsteps.) They're meeting each other halfway.

And then there's a horrible sound from the moocow's throat. It's a scream, but more in the way that a hairy-chested, horned Viking chieftan would scream while painted with the blood of his enemies, and less in the way that Duib a girlish waif would scream. It's still pretty damn bloodcurdling, though. HOPE YOU WEREN'T ASLEEP DEMELEIER

And the sound of the Each Uisge attacking and Thereth's axe coming up to parry, and the feed cuts out.]

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[[ Voice ]]

[sunstormed]

MOTHER THERETH!

[Oh, it's on now. You don't screw with Duibatron's mama moocow.]