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genessia2014-04-29 12:08 am
beareroflight) wrote in genessia2014-04-29 12:08 am
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✛ 1st Circle ✛ Accidental Video
[The feed opens in darkness. Pitch black. There were no movements visible nor sounds audible. Soon there were grey swirls pushing against the feed which soon revealed a very foggy setting. The borders of old houses can now be seen, but it was simply too dark to identify the location. The iron streetlamps were sparsely spread throughout what seemed to be an old cobblestone street. These lamps barely lit the foggy horizon but showed the complete lack of citizens roaming the streets.]
[A few moments later, the streetlamps flickered rapidly - alarming the people of an impending danger. Then there was a loud thud upon the streets, which reduced the street into rubble and dust. The loud exploding sound upon something or someone's impact shook the very ground and caused ravens surrounding the scene to go wild.
In the middle of all the chaos was a lone figure. His body was wrapped with the darkest linen and blackest leather. Behind him were four powerful ebony wings which were now slowly folding into his back. Silver eyes examining the immediate horizon before he started moving once more. Then the feed turns pitch black once more.]
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[The feed turns on a few moments later, now facing a sizable old mansion. Its walls were fed on by mounds of ivy and the gates creaked eerily upon opening. The feed slowly made its way closer to the front door.
A silver-haired wolf prevented the further movement of the feed closer to the house. There was a werewolf gnashing its sharp teeth towards the feed as if trying to protect its territory.]
Quiet you mongrel!
[The voice was soft but resonated with authority. Upon the order the werewolf cowered towards the floor. The feed lowered, as if following the movement of a person kneeling down. A leather glove reached for its head and petted it. The large wooden door opened behind the werewolf and revealed a dusty old mansion. It seemed to be habitable with a decent amount of ornate furniture.
Then there was an abrupt movement which led to the feed falling upon the floor. It revealed the face of a man with half his face partially covered by a black leather mask. His left eye showing off a crude incision crossing both his lids. An incision which seemed new and untreated.]
Didn't know I left you on.
[His voice was muffled by the mask on his face, but it was a lot lighter than it was earlier. His eyes crinkling, as if smiling. A habit he's learned during the time he was Kira. There was no need to gain unnecessary attention. Not in a world which he wasn't sure had none of his influence.]
I hope I didn't scare any of you. I'll be living here from now on it seems. Let's get along.
[Then the feed ends once more.]
((ooc: This is one of the old mansions in Everglade))
[A few moments later, the streetlamps flickered rapidly - alarming the people of an impending danger. Then there was a loud thud upon the streets, which reduced the street into rubble and dust. The loud exploding sound upon something or someone's impact shook the very ground and caused ravens surrounding the scene to go wild.
In the middle of all the chaos was a lone figure. His body was wrapped with the darkest linen and blackest leather. Behind him were four powerful ebony wings which were now slowly folding into his back. Silver eyes examining the immediate horizon before he started moving once more. Then the feed turns pitch black once more.]
[The feed turns on a few moments later, now facing a sizable old mansion. Its walls were fed on by mounds of ivy and the gates creaked eerily upon opening. The feed slowly made its way closer to the front door.
A silver-haired wolf prevented the further movement of the feed closer to the house. There was a werewolf gnashing its sharp teeth towards the feed as if trying to protect its territory.]
Quiet you mongrel!
[The voice was soft but resonated with authority. Upon the order the werewolf cowered towards the floor. The feed lowered, as if following the movement of a person kneeling down. A leather glove reached for its head and petted it. The large wooden door opened behind the werewolf and revealed a dusty old mansion. It seemed to be habitable with a decent amount of ornate furniture.
Then there was an abrupt movement which led to the feed falling upon the floor. It revealed the face of a man with half his face partially covered by a black leather mask. His left eye showing off a crude incision crossing both his lids. An incision which seemed new and untreated.]
Didn't know I left you on.
[His voice was muffled by the mask on his face, but it was a lot lighter than it was earlier. His eyes crinkling, as if smiling. A habit he's learned during the time he was Kira. There was no need to gain unnecessary attention. Not in a world which he wasn't sure had none of his influence.]
I hope I didn't scare any of you. I'll be living here from now on it seems. Let's get along.
[Then the feed ends once more.]
((ooc: This is one of the old mansions in Everglade))
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