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[CrimsonMoon]

" And what would that be?" Grendal smirks back, His free hands holding his own blade to the wildling girl's slender neck.

The girl hisses at him

[deepwallow]

"Oh, I'm sure you could guess. And shouldn't we be trying to learn something from here? Maybe about the other wildlings around here and the whole wights situation?" He asked

[CrimsonMoon]

" You wanna ask her?" grendal muses, pressing the sword against the girl's neck tighter. She shivers and looks at the commander with wide eyes, all her defiance replaced by fear

[deepwallow]

"I think she can't exactly answer with your sword pressed so firmly to her neck, genius." He taunted, stepping forward and crouching near her, but not too close. "So then, what's your name?" He asked first. Might as well

[CrimsonMoon]

Grendal huffs and lightens the blades pressure," Speak," he snaps

The girl shivers and whispers," M-midna..." She stares at bishop, shivering from terror and cold, her nose and cheeks growing pink with chill

[deepwallow]

"Midna, huh? Nice name. Now, Midna, do you know about any other wildlings out here? Or why the wights are back?" He asked, curious and needing information

[CrimsonMoon]

Her eyes widen slightly, she twitches as if he had asked a question that struck the nail on the head. Grendal's eyes narrow,"... What're you think little girl.." He murmurs as if to himself

[deepwallow]

Bishop smiles. It was obvious he hit a mark. "Seems you have some idea of what I'm talking about. So, care to share?"

[CrimsonMoon]

She shivers and bites her lip, Struggling slightly before suddenly wrenching her hands free... Grab's grendal's knife and...

Plunges the knife ito her own throat with a cry

[deepwallow]

Bishop's eyes widen as he pushes Grendal away to see if he can save the girl. But it seems too late. "D*** it....." He cursed. "We need to burn the bodies." He said after a while of silence. "Then they won't come back as wights."

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl's eyes instanty cloud, and the only sign she had been in pain her last moments was a single tear that had slide down her cheek and froze...

Fromt he forest comes screeches... Ghosty screeches

Grendal hisses in shock and grabs Bishop's shoulder," No time! They smelled the blood!!"

[deepwallow]

Bishop takes one finally look at Midna before hurrying off to his horse and getting on, riding off toward the wall

Hmmm..... You know.... We should have them ambushed..... By wildlings! And captured ehehehehehe)

[CrimsonMoon]

Grendal urges his own horse after him. As they race away from the screeches and howls , a rope suddenly springs from the snow, catching both rider's horse's legs. Both creatures legs snapping like twigs as they are sent hurtling to thr ground...

Grendal slams into a tree and lies still

[deepwallow]

Bishop is luckier and lands in the snow, falling away from his horse and rolling to his feet. "Grendal!" He says, tearing his sword from his sheath and looking around for the enemy he knew was there, glancing at Grendal for a moment to see he was out

[CrimsonMoon]

A huge group of wildlings suddenly appear... An old woman's angry wail suddenly rising from the group," MY DAUGHTER!!! MURDERERS!!!"

Grendal doesnt even stir when the group swallows him up, surrounding Bishop, murder in every eye

[deepwallow]

"She died at her own hands! But that doesn't matter to you, does it? Fine then. COME ON! LETS SEE HOW MANY OF YOU I TAKE WITH ME!" He roared, his fighting spirit up and his fearsome grin plastered on his face despite the number of opponents

[CrimsonMoon]

They descend upon him in a wave, easily disarmig and slamming into him. Bruising him, making him bleed... Finally tying him up. Someone raises the hilt of his sword and slams into his temple... All goes black...

* T I M E • S K I P *

When Bishop awoke, he was tied to a tree, facing slightly away from a wildling camp.. The large group seemed almost like a tribe, but instead of shelter, they merely had thick furrs which they huddled in... Leaving little privacy to the couples enjoying themselves... Grendal was tied up nearby, but he was bleeding from a heavy wound in his stomach, he looked pale but he called in a cracked voice," Bishop... Bishop..."

[deepwallow]

Bishop looked up eventually and grinned. "Hey there Grendal. Seems you have an affinity for trees." He joked, chuckling drily. "So, where exactly are we?" He asked. Then he noticed the wound. "Gren! How much blood did you lose?!"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Ahh f*ck off..." He growls but grins," Not enough to kill me, Commander, I still got a few drops left.." He falls silent as a middle aged woman holding the body of the girl shuffled toward them...

[deepwallow]

Bishop looked up and, as his eyes fell on Midna, he felt a sadness come over him. Why she had killed herself, he did not know. But when his eyes settled on the middle-aged woman, they became steely again, as icy as the north itself, and wary too