Log / Decline 3rd

[sorcerous]

Who: Loki, Sansa, Sif, Thor, and open!
What: 1) Loki attacks Sansa, 2) Loki is hunted down and captured, and 3) OPEN - Loki does mischief. If you want him to do something to your character you can either tag in here or hit up the the ooc post. I'm cool with handwaving.
Where: Around Schwanheim
When: Yesterday, today in the morning
Notes: Scenarios 1-2 will be each given their own thread in this post; if you want 3, feel free to tag in.

Close to Schwanheim, a wolf still stalks.

He has caught a familiar scent, and his movements are imbued with a sense of urgency. Whatever he does, he must do it today.

Or else...

Or else.

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LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD (Attack on Sansa)

[sorcerous]

[ladysarmour]

It's early yet, the sky just lightening, but Sansa has finally gathered the courage to leave the castle walls of her own will, walking down empty streets. Compared to the depths of the Two-Faced Forest, the town outside the castle holds little to fear. Her sleep has been haunted since she returned - has been uneasy since she arrived in Einmal - but having Lady by her side is greater than comfort; this place holds no greater dangers than she faced daily in the Red Keep, and she almost feels safe with her wolf returned to her.

[sorcerous]

He stalks her.

Just a shadow, flitting between buildings. There is something archetypal about this, something right. He is meant to prey on the girl. Kill her.

[ladysarmour]

Her time in King's Landing has accustomed Sansa to the feeling of being followed, so that it is another part of her like her senses of smell or touch. Nowhere is safe from the eyes and ears of others, not even one's own private chambers.

But something sets Lady to disquiet. At first she just walks closer to Sansa's side until she is brushing the girl's leg with each step, but then she stops, grasping Sansa's skirts lightly between her teeth. Sansa turns and crouches down before her wolf, fingers fisted gently in Lady's fur. "What? What is it, Lady? Is something wrong?"

[sorcerous]

A flicker of dark fur, well within Lady's view. Loki positions himself upwind.

She should be able to smell him.

[ladysarmour]

Lady's hackles rise beneath Sansa's hands, her tail straightening. She begins to growl. The sound makes nervous fear bubble up in Sansa's belly. "Shhhh, it's all right." Sansa pitches her voice soft and gentle. "What upsets you so?"

She turns then, pressing her cheek into Lady's fur for assurance, and sees the wolf. The black one. "I know you," she blurts out, but she knows something is wrong. Her hands tighten in Lady's fur; now Sansa needs the comfort.

[sorcerous]

Loki approaches -- but he does not attack. He plays. He toys. Circles Sansa, darting forward to bite at her dress, to tug at it -- rears on his hind legs to show how large he is -- barks at Lady loud enough to intimidate.

[ladysarmour]

With a whimper Lady backs away, but her movements are conscious, deliberate: she is herding Sansa away from the other wolf. Trying to contain her shaking, Sansa stumbles back. Her back thumps into a wooden fence, splinters piercing through her dress and prickling her skin. "Please," she whispers, cries, chokes on the words, "please, someone help!"