father_chris: (gruff)
Father Christmas ([personal profile] father_chris) wrote2014-11-26 09:24 pm

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It's a bloomin' cold evening.

But some blasted reindeer fawn decided to bolt right through the bar out the back, and flying reindeer poo can be extremely messy.

"Donna! Get yer bloomin' arse back on the ground." he calls to the reindeer sitting in a nearby tree.

The reindeer chews a pine cone contemplatively.
face_in_the_moon: (Pumpkin)

[personal profile] face_in_the_moon 2014-11-26 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Suddenly, from the next tree over, first a pale, cold light emerges, and then there is a shadow, ungainly and hulking, that comes from that opening.

The light vanishes.
face_in_the_moon: (Pumpkin)

[personal profile] face_in_the_moon 2014-11-26 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
There is a deep, rumbling hum, and something bulkier than Chris walking through the dry leaves.
face_in_the_moon: (Pumpkin)

[personal profile] face_in_the_moon 2014-11-26 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
The hum, syncopated and jazzy, is now close behind him.
face_in_the_moon: (Santa)

[personal profile] face_in_the_moon 2014-11-26 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
A big burlap sack comes down over him.
face_in_the_moon: (Unravelling)

[personal profile] face_in_the_moon 2014-11-26 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
The branch does snag on something, but the creature doesn't stop.

It drags the sack with Chris in it towards the tree it had come from.
face_in_the_moon: (Moon)

[personal profile] face_in_the_moon 2014-11-26 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
The light reappears, then dips as the sack and the monster go through; then, a doors slams.

Darkness.

Briefly, there is a face in the moon, and a far-away rumbling hum lingering over the forest.