Post by Gollum/ Smeagol on Jan 5, 2013 18:23:59 GMT -5
Gollum hissed flinching away from the sunlight that filtered in through the trees. His blue eyes narrowing in their anger at the intense light as he crouched lower on the tree branch his gaze drifted down to the blanket of white that covered the forest floor and hissed again. Gollum hated them all, he hated the sun, the moon, the snow, the damnable trees! He shifted restlessly on the branch.
"Nasty, stinkses, horrible snow! We hates it don't we love? We hates it!" Gollum sneered into the trees, shouting his anger into the abandoned woods and somewhere off in the distance a flock of birds tore off into the sky, startled by the sudden loud noises. Gollum vanished and blue eyes widened too child like innocence. Smeagol hesitated, shifting nervously and glancing down at the snow beneath them slowly he latched onto the tree and crawled down it like a squirell before landing in the fluffy white element.
"Is not so bad Precious! Not as bad as the nasty, foul smelling orcses! Precious never liked the foul smelling orcses! No...my Precious!" Smeagol cooed crawling forward on his hands and feet through the snow. The cold did not effect Smeagol. He had lived in the most dismal caverns buried beneath an orc city the entrance to the caves had sometimes frozen over with ice and the orcses were forced to chip it away, it had been much, much colder down there.
"Not so bad! Not so bad! Horrible white fluff!" Gollum spat. "The precious never liked the sun! The Precious never liked the snow! How do you expect to find her if your here! This is why nobody likes you!" Gollum sneered, hissing and snarling and Smeagol stopped, sitting back to rest on his haunches as tears flooded bright blue eyes and one hand rose to his chest as his bottom lip trembled.
"Master likes Gollum! Master calls Gollum friend! The Precious likes Gollum! She stayses with us for hundreds of years!" Smeagol cried in defense, he hated Gollum, Gollum was so cruel... so mean. Why couldn't he just let Smeagol be?
"And where are they now? The Precious is lost! The master is lost! They hate you! They left you! Liars! Thieves!" Gollum screamed and Smeagol clung to his head, shaking it vehemently as he bounced around the snow, panicked.
"Smeagol lost everything! The Precious! The Master! Lost! Smeagol is lost! My precious!" The small creature bellowed out into the forest his anguish and his agony, tears streaming from his big blue eyes as he charged through the snow, running surprisingly quick for a creature so small. He had to find her! Had to find the Precious!
"Nasty, stinkses, horrible snow! We hates it don't we love? We hates it!" Gollum sneered into the trees, shouting his anger into the abandoned woods and somewhere off in the distance a flock of birds tore off into the sky, startled by the sudden loud noises. Gollum vanished and blue eyes widened too child like innocence. Smeagol hesitated, shifting nervously and glancing down at the snow beneath them slowly he latched onto the tree and crawled down it like a squirell before landing in the fluffy white element.
"Is not so bad Precious! Not as bad as the nasty, foul smelling orcses! Precious never liked the foul smelling orcses! No...my Precious!" Smeagol cooed crawling forward on his hands and feet through the snow. The cold did not effect Smeagol. He had lived in the most dismal caverns buried beneath an orc city the entrance to the caves had sometimes frozen over with ice and the orcses were forced to chip it away, it had been much, much colder down there.
"Not so bad! Not so bad! Horrible white fluff!" Gollum spat. "The precious never liked the sun! The Precious never liked the snow! How do you expect to find her if your here! This is why nobody likes you!" Gollum sneered, hissing and snarling and Smeagol stopped, sitting back to rest on his haunches as tears flooded bright blue eyes and one hand rose to his chest as his bottom lip trembled.
"Master likes Gollum! Master calls Gollum friend! The Precious likes Gollum! She stayses with us for hundreds of years!" Smeagol cried in defense, he hated Gollum, Gollum was so cruel... so mean. Why couldn't he just let Smeagol be?
"And where are they now? The Precious is lost! The master is lost! They hate you! They left you! Liars! Thieves!" Gollum screamed and Smeagol clung to his head, shaking it vehemently as he bounced around the snow, panicked.
"Smeagol lost everything! The Precious! The Master! Lost! Smeagol is lost! My precious!" The small creature bellowed out into the forest his anguish and his agony, tears streaming from his big blue eyes as he charged through the snow, running surprisingly quick for a creature so small. He had to find her! Had to find the Precious!
