Post by doreyg on Sept 14, 2008 4:53:17 GMT -8
(OOC: Feel free to either post your characters reactions or come and find Her/him/it!)
It's a normal day when it happens, well... A normal day until it happens, maybe a little hot, maybe a little drowsy.
Flutter. Pop. Flutter. Pop.
It's a little away from Las Vegas, perhaps a half hour and the only thing to distinguish it from anywhere else is a small tree, all withered and dying... Well, given what will happen to it soon all withered and dead.
Pop. Flutter. Pop. Flutter.
They dumped its sleeping form here, hardly suspecting that Las Vegas would become a drawing ground for old powers, hardly suspecting that Las Vegas would become anything at all...
Oh how wrong they were, and how they will suffer for it if all goes to plan.
Flutter. Pop. Flutter...
Scream.
The tree rips away, flies high into the air, the ground rips in half where it was letting the scream echo up and start to roar, booming across the city causing some to clutch their ears, children to start crying and most traffic to grind to a halt.
The scream continues, rising higher and higher... And then stops, halts... And a slow monstrous chuckle replaces it, not in the ears if the terrified humans but in the heads of vampires and witches, rolling angrily in the minds of old powers.
And then that stops too.
The crack lies opened, smoking... A hand (all blistered and burnt, hardly human) rises out of it, turns as if beckoning and then elapses back into the earth.
Fear is back.
It's a normal day when it happens, well... A normal day until it happens, maybe a little hot, maybe a little drowsy.
Flutter. Pop. Flutter. Pop.
It's a little away from Las Vegas, perhaps a half hour and the only thing to distinguish it from anywhere else is a small tree, all withered and dying... Well, given what will happen to it soon all withered and dead.
Pop. Flutter. Pop. Flutter.
They dumped its sleeping form here, hardly suspecting that Las Vegas would become a drawing ground for old powers, hardly suspecting that Las Vegas would become anything at all...
Oh how wrong they were, and how they will suffer for it if all goes to plan.
Flutter. Pop. Flutter...
Scream.
The tree rips away, flies high into the air, the ground rips in half where it was letting the scream echo up and start to roar, booming across the city causing some to clutch their ears, children to start crying and most traffic to grind to a halt.
The scream continues, rising higher and higher... And then stops, halts... And a slow monstrous chuckle replaces it, not in the ears if the terrified humans but in the heads of vampires and witches, rolling angrily in the minds of old powers.
And then that stops too.
The crack lies opened, smoking... A hand (all blistered and burnt, hardly human) rises out of it, turns as if beckoning and then elapses back into the earth.
Fear is back.
