ǣfenglōm (main comm)

Name: eileen the crow
Date: early july
Format: voice;

[ The voice that comes over is calm, if a but hoarse. Like someone who'd just got done doing a rather heavy amount of physical activity, running, jumping, climbing things. There's a slight wheeze to their breath. ]

It would seem the Coven has called volunteers to the Outer City. Seen some unfamiliar faces popping about, seeing to dangerous work. I don't doubt some of you might have heard whispers of The Crow.

[ There's a chuckle but... it's empty. Like a reflex, rather than an expression of humor or joy. ]

That'd be me. You may call me Eileen. If you find yourself in trouble, you can be assured I'll have your backs. A Hunter will Hunt, after all.

But I find myself curious... [ there's that chuckle again... ] Do you think this volunteer work will ultimately help? Do you think treating the sickness this way will actually make this city any cleaner?

Name: Claude von Riegan
Date: 7/3
Format: Video

[At first, nothing appears in the video aside from the expanse of sky and the hint of a stone wall at the edge of the image—-soon enough however, something large and white encompasses the screen, a muted snuffing noise filling the audio.

Soon after, a gloved hand appears in the frame as well, pushing what appears to be a scaled snout out of the picture with some indistinguishable words before the face of a tan man appears in the frame, hair mussed from what appears to be a large reptile nuzzling its snout against the back of his head.]

Sorry about that, I’m still working out the kinks of how this thing works. [A hand gestures to the screen.] I’m in a bit of a bind though, and I figured this would be the quickest way to get answers.

[The white creature shoves it’s head under his arm, resulting it a bit of a scuffle before Claude settles for scratching its chin.] See, my girl here is getting kind of antsy, and I was wondering if there were any good places to let her go flying, as well as hunt for food. Of course I could buy her meat at the shopping district, but-- [he’s temporarily shoved out of frame before pushing the scaly head away] --stop for just a second would you--but I think some exercise would do us both good. Does anyone more familiar with this place know somewhere to stretch out your wings?