Video Post ☄ 002
[Agni ROARS when the video screen flickers to life.
The video feed doesn't reveal anything spectacular. Nothing spectacular until a thick red arm with long, pointy claws swings by the screen and tears into woolly flesh. There's a splash and violent splatter of blood all over the video feed, obscuring what happens next. However, the sounds of a dying BaaaAaAAaAAAa are clearly audible through the grunts and snarls and gnashing teeth of a bulky beast. A shadow befalls the screen, and the outline of two massive, snapping jaws is dimly visible through the murky blood. In the clean and clear bottom left of the screen lie the remnants of the kill: thick, cottony white mingled with torn flesh.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. GULP.
Then that, too, is gone.
Silence. The shadow on the screen retreats under a bright red light and transforms to a smaller frame.]
Dammit. Why the hell are we denying it? We're wasting...
[Foosteps. Heat scoops up his fallen DreamBerry and wipes the screen clear with his cape, an agitated scowl on his face. There's still some blood and wool stuck to his forehead. Once he realizes the feed is running, he fiercely furrows his brow and flicks it off.]
((OOC: Washu has already devised a dietary supplement by this point. Just so you all know.))
The video feed doesn't reveal anything spectacular. Nothing spectacular until a thick red arm with long, pointy claws swings by the screen and tears into woolly flesh. There's a splash and violent splatter of blood all over the video feed, obscuring what happens next. However, the sounds of a dying BaaaAaAAaAAAa are clearly audible through the grunts and snarls and gnashing teeth of a bulky beast. A shadow befalls the screen, and the outline of two massive, snapping jaws is dimly visible through the murky blood. In the clean and clear bottom left of the screen lie the remnants of the kill: thick, cottony white mingled with torn flesh.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. GULP.
Then that, too, is gone.
Silence. The shadow on the screen retreats under a bright red light and transforms to a smaller frame.]
Dammit. Why the hell are we denying it? We're wasting...
[Foosteps. Heat scoops up his fallen DreamBerry and wipes the screen clear with his cape, an agitated scowl on his face. There's still some blood and wool stuck to his forehead. Once he realizes the feed is running, he fiercely furrows his brow and flicks it off.]
((OOC: Washu has already devised a dietary supplement by this point. Just so you all know.))