#fourelvesofaman

[helreginn]

Hel's every step sopped wet with the blood that was in her hair, in her boots and all over the front of her dress. She looked like that moment in Carrie with the bucket of pig's blood. Her footsteps stopped when she noticed the aghast horror on the other's face. She smiled sheepishly, "Don't worry." She gestured up and down her body, "It's all mine."

[pxnxply]

(Gilcugu for Amroth @fourelvesofaman) [ FEAR ]: a frightened sender sits in the receiver's lap in an effort to feel some measure of safety and protection.

“There is really no need to be afraid, my lady.” Amroth did not sound very convincing, with a nervous crack in his voice. He would have very much liked to get up and flee himself, but he found himself having to play the gentlemen. 

“It is only a hound.” Said hound snapped at his ankles and he tried not to shriek. “I will call for a guard.”