mandalus :: the city of fates.

[At first it seems like the phone is recording from inside a pocket or pouch, the image dark with the sound of rustling, but as it falls to the ground, slipping out from where it had been nestled inside Morrigan's waistband, it hits the ground at an angle, capturing the image of a large bear chasing after the mage, the woman looking a little beaten up, bloody claw marks on her left arm.

Morrigan stops, turning to look at the bear and laughing, her staff dropped to the ground. With a smooth motion, Morrigan makes a single flip in the air as she turns into a giant spider in a puff of black smoke. Long powerful legs of blacks and purples and greens skitter around as she dodges an attack from the bear. The movements continue for only a moment or so longer as, with all the gruesome ferocity of the animal kingdom, the spider's large mandibles sink into the bear's side, poisoning it and causing it to fall to the ground, dead instantly.

Another cloud of smoke appears and Morrigan reappears, her hair a little disheveled but a smirk on her face. She reaches up, brushing the tip of her middle finger against the corner of her mouth to wipe away something; maybe blood, maybe her own venom.]

Finally! A decent meal. [Without concern for the phone, she draws a small blade out from the belt holding her skirt around her waist and tucks back a strand of black hair, moving towards the dead animal. Thankfully, she kicks up some leaves as she moves, covering the phone and saving anyone the sight of her gutting the bear.]

[It is not Morrigan herself who sets up the video feed, but a kind passerby willing to do so (with some mild intimidation from the witch). With a flicker, her pale skin, dark hair, and golden eyes are seen and yet she is not looking into the device; her gaze remains on the person in front of her, just out of view of the shot.]

...'Tis that simple? I merely speak into it, and my image is projected to all devices such as this? And what if I do not want my visage strewn about like ashes in the wind? [Her brow creases as she listens to the assurance that there is an "audio only" option on the curious little device.]

I suppose I will just make do with this as it is. You have my thanks. [She looks down at the phone, lifting it and tilting her head, pursing her lips.] I know not what is wanted of me, though I would surely like an explanation for the brutes who considered it wise to stick needles in me and to cuff my wrist. Is that any way to greet someone you wish the aid of?

[Tutting irritably, she shakes her head, her hand reaching to brush strands of black from her eyes.] 'Tis best I know as much of this war as possible, before I consider lending my talents to it. And I would very much like to speak to whoever deigns to consider kidnapping me a wise decision. If any would have answers, I would be... adequately grateful.

[She looks up at the person with her again and hands the device over to be turned off.]