Bluebell :)

[wooliefrand]

WHO: Bluebell
WHERE: Bluebell Barn
WHEN: ????


[It's just a normal time in the Bluebell barn in sheep land! All is well and standard.

Except there's a tiny little garter snake sitting atop a small sigil on the floor. whos' blood is that?? don't worry about it]


Ummm. Hiya! I kinda need your help.

Comments

Re: See No Evil

[wooliefrand]

[how many times is bluebell going to kiss a wolf,

But, she doesn't move. There's desperation now, helplessness, something mentally crying out for release from the suffering. Rubato has brought her bindings over, and when those touch her form, the negative energy from the collar seems to lessen. Not completely, but almost.

But it's still missing one Other, for now.]

Re: See No Evil

[noarchitact]

[ all of the times!! ]

[ can he remove the collar now that the negative energy has lessened? ]

Re: See No Evil

[wooliefrand]

[Well that makes three times now as Cres just kissed Speak No Evil


Which means the original bindings now glow brilliantly, especially if they are being pressed against her. The collar's power begins to fade, and it still burns to the touch, but. . .

With some help, you may be able to pry it off.]

Re: See No Evil

[plied_magic]

[well, going to wrap some of her sleeves around her hands -- it's the principle of the thing -- and help with the collar removal]

Re: See No Evil

[noarchitact]

[ he can deal with the burns, what he can’t deal with is sad woofs, so he’s going to grab a hold of that collar and tug!!! ]

We, we can do this. [ teamwork makes the dream work. ]

Re: See No Evil

[chasseurdebeaute]

All together now!

[That’s how they’ll be strongest here, right? Helping to pry the collar free]

Re: See No Evil

[featherduster]

[ LOVE!!!

AND!!!!!

PEACE!!!!!!!!!!



Coming up beside Fantasia to help pry the collar off. ]

[vivace_ultimate]

[And she had dropped dead again.]

All right. Let's do this!

[pries!]

Re: See No Evil

[heavyliesthecrown]

We shall right this wrong that has been committed against you.

[ He braces himself for the pain he witnessed the others experience, but grits his teeth and pushes past it, grabbing the collar and with all his might tugging to remove it.]

Be free, Lady Death!

[wooliefrand]

[They pull and pull and pull. The dark heat it gives off burns at their very souls. Even if, technically, their forms now aren't solid, their limbs, their 'flesh', it all threatens to turn to ash. The souls around them swirl and howl, mourning them as if they were doomed to be defeated. Soon, they'd join the legion of lost souls. . .

But the cloth that once enveloped her, blinded her, it wraps around the collar as well. They can feel them--the sister wolves' fangs latching on, pulling with them. This isn't right, it must become right.

The ouroborous loosens. Then cracks.

A brilliant flash of light fills the area. ]