Dartho (not based on my old RPG)

Well...I shall not reply to any of the comments. Best I just continue the story.

(chapter 6, part 5)

Tabitha had heard Sammy's scream, she cowered in fear, pressing herself against the wall.
The thought had occured in her mind to go see if Sammy was okay, but in her frightened state, Tabitha was unable to move.
Tabitha finally managed to crawl against the wall, knowing full well that after the shadow had dealt with Sammy, it would go for her.
Tabitha was very scared, moving around the room in the dark, she had no idea where the shadow was anymore.
Trying not to think too much, Tabitha continued slowly until she found no more wall to crawl with, she must have made it to the entrance of the tunnel, the only way out of the darkened cavern.
Slowly turning around, Tabitha started to run, willing her legs to get moving.
She heard behind her a scuffling noise, the shadow must have heard Tabitha running, for a bellow erupted from the figure in the darkened cavern that echoed around.
Tabitha kept running forward, not looking back. She could barely make out the opening of the crevice ahead that led into the sewers. She was almost there to freedom. But she knew she should not be glad yet, for she could hear the shadow's growling and grunting behind her, it was close behind Tabitha already.

(To be continued)
 
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SimonW said:
Well...I shall not reply to any of the comments. Best I just continue the story.

(chapter 6, part 5)

Tabitha had heard Sammy's scream, she cowered in fear, pressing herself against the wall.
The thought had occured in her mind to go see if Sammy was okay, but in her frightened state, Tabitha was unable to move.
Tabitha finally managed to crawl against the wall, knowing full well that after the shadow had dealt with Sammy, it would go for her.
Tabitha was very scared, moving around the room in the dark, she had no idea where the shadow was anymore.
Trying not to think too much, Tabitha continued slowly until she found no more wall to crawl with, she must have made it to the entrance of the tunnel, the only way out of the darkened cavern.
Slowly turning around, Tabitha started to run, willing her legs to get moving.
She heard behind her a scuffling noise, the shadow must have heard Tabitha running, for a bellow erupted from the figure in the darkened cavern that echoed around.
Tabitha kept running forward, not looking back. She could barely make out the opening of the crevice ahead that led into the sewers. She was almost there to freedom. But she knew she should not be glad yet, for she could hear the shadow's growling and grunting behind her, it was close behind Tabitha already.

(To be continued)
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:eek: :eek:

mmmmhhhhmmmmmm.......
Mya, I think it is something far scarier than a lion.....lol.
 
How about strawberry moose then?:p

Haha Carz I should totally be a write. My story would be so random!

Aww poor Sam! Can't really blame Tabitha though.
 
SimonW said:
lol...good idea. I'll "memo" it.:D

(Chapter 5, Part 2)

The Illustrator's leg scraped along the ground as he walked over to Tabitha.
She had not seen him for months, but he looked as tired and old as he ever looked.
"I was about to give up hope," stated The Illustrator as he stopped walking, standing a few inches from Tabitha's face.
"Hope is what defines us, sir," replied Tabitha, having memorised what she was taught by this great man.
The Illustrator chuckled slightly, if one could call it a chuckle. It was raspy and faultering, The Illustrator having not laughed for seven years. Not since his knowledge of his real daughter's death in the newspapers.
"You have not forgotten me," he stated sagely, reaching out and patting Tabitha on her head with his bony hand.
This was the only gesture of affection The Illustrator did to those few children whom he thought were differant then the rest of the almost-empty vessels that lay in the waste of London's sewerage.
He never harmed them nor reprimanded them, for the top world people did that enough to the poor soul;s whom had gotten in their way. High society was not a very caring one, despite the advantages of having money, it made one black and cold on the inside.
Taking his hand from Tabitha's head, The Illustrator turned and started hobbling back to his corner, talking as he did.
"Come, child. I have a thing that should interest you," he muttered to Tabitha as he was walking away.
Tabitha obeyed, walking forward. Any gift from The Illustrator was a good gift. At times it was a book, other times it was an extra piece of clothing, but only for those that were attentive in The Illlustrator's lessons.
The Illustrator bent down, hiis old bones creaking as he thumbed through his pieces of parchment, the monocle glinting in the lamplight once more.

(To be continued)
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lol
I liked it. I finally caught up, now you have to pOOOst!
 
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