Soren Kjær (ravenoftheslain) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2012-01-23 08:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | riley poe, soren kjaer |
WHO: Soren and Riley
WHAT: It's not just dancers that have to deal with grabby assholes
WHERE: The freak tent
WHEN: Show hours
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In progress
Soren had settled into carnival life by now, to what extent he was able to settle into anything. To the normal passerby that had the sense not to try and touch the very large, unrestrained bird or make particularly jackass comments, he sat on his perch and rasped creepy or cryptic comments or just had spooky chats with those that talked back. Most squeaked or shivered and sidled along quickly. Even the skeptics usually kept their distance and saved their eye-rolling for when they were well past to go see something more monstrous and impressive.
This was not usually.
"Hey- HEY! Do that again and I'll take your damn finger off!" The rasped, eerily echoing comment was definitely not in the valravn's usual script.
The aggressor of the day was a big guy with a beer gut and several similar compatriots. "I know this, it's just ani-matronics, there's a guy with a mike somewhere for the voice-" he informed his buddies in a tone that was half patronizing, half 'hold my beer and watch this' as he reached for the large bird who was quickly concluding that he was having None Of This Shit.
Rather than succumb to his first instinct (which would be to make short work of removing the man's face, or even shifting to his attack form and making the altercation swiftly fatal), Soren exercised really rather admirable restraint for a death raven that had spent centuries on battlegrounds and retreated instead. Problem was, the tent was fairly confining and had virtually no safe landing zones outside of the perch now occupied by a large man. After zooming around in tight circles for a moment, to the gasps and laughs of the onlookers, the valravn executed a rather deft flight maneuver and seized one of the metal poles that formed the framework at the roof of the low tent, right through the cloth that covered it.
The upshot was that the huge raven was now hanging upside-down from the roof, just barely out of reach. And the awkward position did nothing to stop Soren from flaring his wings threateningly and shrieking abuse in a mixture of English and Danish, eyes now glowing a hellish red-orange as his temper quickly went downhill. The guy was just not getting that he'd picked the wrong target to try and put his grimy hands on, and bloodshed was on the horizon.