Even now I can still barely keep the cold at bay...I can feel that ice...

[There's a hiss to his words, and is voice is as cold as he likely feels at the moment.]

No matter. There are other more pressing...and entertaining thoughts at hand.

[He may have been silent and to himself recently, but he hasn't forgotten anything from earlier. If ( Read more... )

[There's a loud explosion heard, likely by people on the same floor as the now-tiny crow demon. He doesn't seem to realize that he's near a camera, rubbing at one pale cheek gently, fluffing his wings as he peers about forlornly.]

This isn't home. It smells like humans. And...and death!

[He takes stock in his surroundings, clambering onto the ( Read more... )

[There's an initial pause, soft humming heard for a moment, low and crooning. It's not an unpleasant voice by far..though when Karasu speaks, the icy tones in his voice might give most chills.]

I think it's the hunt I find most alluring...

Well. Aside from the kill of course...

[and he chuckles here, as if the only one who gets his own joke, ( Read more... )

I wonder...

Does one age...if they are already dead?

The sky is the color of blood, the ground a barren wasteland. The smell of blood is thick in the air, causing any who might smell it to gag or retch. Thunder rumbles in the distance, but it seems that any storms building are still far off. Karasu is walking, slowly, his hands in his pockets, appearing unconcerned with the stale wind that idles ( Read more... )

[Karasu's voice is cold, bored, and yet at the same time...somewhat amused. If he's taking any of what's going on with some of the tenants seriously, it's obvious he doesn't give a damn who it happens to.]

Well...if people are really going to die...they should at least make it worth watching

[Nothing is seen at first, save blackness. The sounds of hounds can be heard, and then they bound past, spectral, snapping and yowling in glee for a good kill. A silken voice chuckles behind them, and Karasu can be seen, walking along through...what appears to be a forest. Violet eyes tilt upwards, and he smiles. Coldly, cruelly. Those should be ( Read more... )

...Someone will pay for this. Exquisitely.

[Karasu looks, at least, marginally more in control of himself this time. He leans forward, masked face studying the scree, eyes tracing over it in such a manner you might think he's studying you personally ( Read more... )

[The screen flickers to life strangely. A black cat's footsteps, ghostly and patchy are seen for all of a moment, stepping past before simply seeming to vanish. Behind this, Karasu can be seen lying on a bed on his back. That mask is on his face, but loose, now and then displaying a trace of his cheek. He's wearing pants at least, and looks unkempt ( Read more... )