Soren Kjær (ravenoftheslain) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-10-31 20:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | celaeno podarge, soren kjaer |
Who: Soren and OPEN!
What: do not taunt the death raven
When: During the Halloween show
Where: Near the haunted house
Rating: TBD- some language at least
Shrieks of excitement or terror (gleeful and otherwise) were the norm this Halloween night, and certainly not cause for alarm. The latest batch of screams, though, to the discerning ear, had a little more honest, bloodchilling fright to them that lent a shrill and ragged edge to the noise. A small gaggle of young women around nineteen or so, dolled up in quasi-gothic-lolita garb were the source as they burst from the haunted house exit at a dead, stumbling run (and surely regretting those platform heels now!). In pursuit, a darker shadow against the dark sky, was a large raven with glowing red eyes, emitting angry kraahs at their retreating backs with an unearthly echo to them that needed no electronic device to produce.
And if they hadn't run so fast, Soren might well have done worse than just deal a light buffet or two from his wings as he buzzed them, as pissed as he was. Luckily for them (and maybe for him, if word got to anyone who cared), fear gave speed to their heels and the large bird braked after pursuing them a good twenty feet or so from the exit. The young women fled onwards towards the midway without a backwards glance. The valravn backwinged, eyes still blazing with hellish red light as he watched the retreat. Too annoyed to return to his spot inside the haunted house (luckily, he'd been a late addition to the lineup, and his unexpected absence would not cause problems for the other performers within. Not that he gave a shit about that anyways, at the moment), Soren flew around to the far side of the haunted house, silent as a wraith. He cast a cursory glance around for onlookers, and shifted to his human form, landing on his feet from five feet in the air with practiced ease. Even in this form, his eyes still glowed eerie red somewhat as the tall man paced, irritation and anger pulsing off him in waves and privately longing for a cigarette as he hissed curses in various Scandinavian languages. Fucking women. Fucking patrons. Fucking humans, damnit. No, Soren is not sharing the Halloween spirit right now, except in that he'd love to scare more idiots shitless right now. Or do worse, more likely, if he didn't calm down fast.