Skxawng (anotherhellhole) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-11-08 14:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, !plot, jake sully |
Who: Banshee (open if anyone wants)
What: Ikran things
Where: The city
When: During Saturday
Status: Narrative (unless someone wants to join in)
Banshee had had his fill of the dead thing that had landed near his Na'vi, finding some not-so-bad parts as he tore through rotting blubber and meat to get at them. The thoughts from his Na'vi were chaotic and random at the best of times, much like his own, which left them both to fend for themselves most of the time. They still checked up on each other, as was only right and natural, but their Bond was not right. It was twisted, turned on itself, and seemed to make things worse in both their heads.
The fog was now biting him, pulling at his tail and his wings when he flew low enough, and Banshee had had enough. He would bite back!
[OoC: Banshee will be divebombing the fog during the day at random times, screeching and snapping at it. He does not look his usual self.]