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video; un: morgan
Name: Arthur Morgan
Date: Maiuril 2nd, evening
Format: video
[ The video opens upside-down; it appears the poster hasn't meant to actually use video. For any Witches gifted in Divination or dream-based magic, they may see, for a moment, that it looks like there is a golden glow of sun drenching the landscape, illuminating a stag who looks like it is making its way toward the outskirts of Aefenglom. One blink and it's gone, both stag and sun, and instead there is the sound of labored breathing and the deep blue of the evening - the only things that anyone without those magics would have picked up on. save the distant sight of the north-eastern section of the outer city. ]
Anyone- aw, shit-
[ The low Western drawl of Arthur Morgan clearly marks him as a Mirrorbound, and after a bit of fumbling, the compass is turned. His face, now bearded, still looks pale in the dark; there is dried blood along the line of his hair and running down the side of his cheek from under his hat. ]
Uh, anyone- around? Been out in the woods [ for... a few months... ] getting the lay of the land a bit - it's turning winter in there - and I got into it with one some of them Shades.
[ There's a howl in the distance and Arthur grimaces, drawing a wooden bow with enchantments carved into it. ]
I know they ain't gonna let me back in the city like this.
[ The compass tilts, and what he means by 'like this' is clear; the shadowy marks of a Cwyld infection are spreading from a savage, still-healing, almost definitely infected by more than the Cwyld bite on his opposite arm. ]
Did what I could for it, but with it bein' autumn and then winter out there, couldn't find a lot of the herbs I'd need.
[ Another howl sounds, closer this time - with a second going up to join it. His grimace turns into a scowl, and Arthur notches at arrow. ]
Follow the sound of the howls, I guess-
[ His compass is dropped down, the video bouncing as Arthur takes off at a jog before the feed cuts off. ]
Date: Maiuril 2nd, evening
Format: video
[ The video opens upside-down; it appears the poster hasn't meant to actually use video. For any Witches gifted in Divination or dream-based magic, they may see, for a moment, that it looks like there is a golden glow of sun drenching the landscape, illuminating a stag who looks like it is making its way toward the outskirts of Aefenglom. One blink and it's gone, both stag and sun, and instead there is the sound of labored breathing and the deep blue of the evening - the only things that anyone without those magics would have picked up on. save the distant sight of the north-eastern section of the outer city. ]
Anyone- aw, shit-
[ The low Western drawl of Arthur Morgan clearly marks him as a Mirrorbound, and after a bit of fumbling, the compass is turned. His face, now bearded, still looks pale in the dark; there is dried blood along the line of his hair and running down the side of his cheek from under his hat. ]
Uh, anyone- around? Been out in the woods [ for... a few months... ] getting the lay of the land a bit - it's turning winter in there - and I got into it with one some of them Shades.
[ There's a howl in the distance and Arthur grimaces, drawing a wooden bow with enchantments carved into it. ]
I know they ain't gonna let me back in the city like this.
[ The compass tilts, and what he means by 'like this' is clear; the shadowy marks of a Cwyld infection are spreading from a savage, still-healing, almost definitely infected by more than the Cwyld bite on his opposite arm. ]
Did what I could for it, but with it bein' autumn and then winter out there, couldn't find a lot of the herbs I'd need.
[ Another howl sounds, closer this time - with a second going up to join it. His grimace turns into a scowl, and Arthur notches at arrow. ]
Follow the sound of the howls, I guess-
[ His compass is dropped down, the video bouncing as Arthur takes off at a jog before the feed cuts off. ]