Re: Into the Valley
Barg twisted, the rope slid from his teeth, and he shifted his weight carefully. Then his urges overtook him. One last bite on the rope!
His teeth sank in satisfyingly deep, the feeling was like biting the head off of a fat little snargling and feeling the blood well up. Then there was a creak, a snap, and Barg went sailing, flung like a stone from a catapult into the gaping maw of the cleverly concealed pit just off to the south of the corpse.
The ground rushed up. Barg smiled, it was a thrilling sensation right up until he went unconscious.
As they all watched, Barg chomped down on the rope with particular relish and the trap engaged. To their amazement, the little fellow seemed to smile around the rope as the corpse laden rope seemed to draw buck with yank and then suddenly go slack and fling the corpse, and Barg, into a pit that had been very craftily concealed nearby.
As Barg sailed into the pit, the corpse acting like anchor and catapult, it looked almost like he waved to them before he disappeared into the hole in the ground. There was loud wamping impact and a puff of dust from within the hole.