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exsilium2012-08-10 09:27 pm
deadelfwalking) wrote in exsilium2012-08-10 09:27 pm
Entry tags:
- ashraf salib (original),
- chloe frazer (uncharted),
- ico (ico: castle in the mist),
- koltira deathweaver (world of warcraft),
- martin darkov (original),
- roslyn small (original),
- ✝ bariyan e kodhi (original),
- ✝ barnaby brooks jr [t&b],
- ✝ franziska von karma [ace attorney],
- ✝ harry flynn [uncharted 2],
- ✝ kahlan amnell [sword of truth],
- ✝ loki laufeyson [marvel 199999],
- ✝ reya of candlekeep [baldur's gate],
- ✝ stiles stilinski [teen wolf]
second rune; death; video
[When the feed starts, the netbook's camera shows you a view of the forest floor. A deer carcass lies among the grass and twigs, and it's obvious that the poor thing did not have a clean death. It's in the advanced stages of decomposition, even though the blood around its body is red and fresh. The camera does not linger on this image for more than a few seconds; it pans upward, to show Koltira's face.
He's standing over the deer, holding the device in one hand, holding Byfrost with the other. Agony creases his expression: his jaw is clenched, his eyes narrowed, every muscle in his pale, sallow face is taut with pain. The guttural growl of his voice occasionally rises in octave as he talks, as though something is beating the shit out of him from the inside.]
Were we brought here to fight for something, or to waste time reliving the past? Send. Us. On. A mission.
[He stabs the tree next to him with Byfrost, and the sword glows sickly green; the tree bark begins to decay rapidly, as though it's practically melting. Diseased fumes pour out of the bark, forming a nasty miasma around Koltira's body.]
I need a battle. [he hisses, and blood trickles from the corner of his mouth as he bites down on the inside of his cheek.] Now.
He's standing over the deer, holding the device in one hand, holding Byfrost with the other. Agony creases his expression: his jaw is clenched, his eyes narrowed, every muscle in his pale, sallow face is taut with pain. The guttural growl of his voice occasionally rises in octave as he talks, as though something is beating the shit out of him from the inside.]
Were we brought here to fight for something, or to waste time reliving the past? Send. Us. On. A mission.
[He stabs the tree next to him with Byfrost, and the sword glows sickly green; the tree bark begins to decay rapidly, as though it's practically melting. Diseased fumes pour out of the bark, forming a nasty miasma around Koltira's body.]
I need a battle. [he hisses, and blood trickles from the corner of his mouth as he bites down on the inside of his cheek.] Now.
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Yeah, yeah. So what's the deal, then? Make a bargain with the wrong devil? I'm no therapist, but I get the feeling you've got a bit of an anger management problem. Or is that a common thing with zombies?
No, hang on, I know this one - not eating enough brains lately?