plot } the creatures descend.

[synergismus]

Who: Everyone!
What: Creatures descend!
Where: All across the city, although attacks will be most fervent at its heart.
When: Friday/Veerdi evening and into the week.
Notes: Slow and back-tagging is, as always, permitted. If you are confused, look at these two posts for more information.
Warnings: Violence, creepiness, swearing knowing these characters.

On Veerdi, the presence of the creatures reaches a fever pitch. Something has provoked them into launching an all-out assault, though it is one that begins slowly. The pipe-crawlers, generally harmless though they may be, are seen across homes in Baedal, sneaking up through the pipes and into bathtub drains or sinks. They come by the dozens, and their keening makes most homeowners nauseated--but it's their appearance that leads to a number of distressed Network calls.

This is just the distraction for the rest.

The call of the crawlers draws in the armored, sickly creatures with the tiny primates carried inside of it. They are inelegantly lumbering, but much faster than one might expect, and certainly hostile. They trudge across the city, barreling over anyone who gets in their path and leaving them half-crushed in the street. They're certainly unsettling in their obvious unhealthiness, and the disease-ridden animals they carry are downright vicious, especially once they escape (messily, bloodily) from their fleshy cage.

It's the birds that are the worst, though; the cleverest, and the cruelest.

These strange black birds are resistant to typical attacks and flying in large groups. They descend on pedestrians, picking at their eyes and faces, ready to rapidly tear flesh from bone until there's nothing left but skeletal remains. They fly out of range when they can, only to divebomb anyone who might think they've escaped.

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( sobek croix. )

[satrinah.livejournal.com]

The forests of Sobek Croix are a natural nesting ground for those great, horrible crows. The monkeys even like the densely wooded areas--it's not the jungle climate they should be in, but at least it provides opportunity to hide, and it allows them to pick off pedestrians. The crows like to hide in the trees and wait until someone walks or runs by, and then descend, attacking eyes and soft flesh with fervor.

Lyla sits on the lawn of someone else's little cottage, cross-legged. Her palms are bleeding. Up above, the trees begin to rustle, but it's not because of the crows.

She can feel them (hear their hearts beating, magical though they may be), and she knows where they are. The trees' branches begin to shift and crack, and one by one, there are indignant squawks of crows being crushed to death by the magical influence Lyla demonstrates over the plants and trees. Their bodies drop in twos and threes on the lawn, several yards in front of Lyla, and disintegrate into Baedalite.

Lyla smokes a blood-stained cigarette, and feels a little sorry for them.

[manipulativni.livejournal.com]

Katherine's grown weary of the chaos happening back in town and has decided to slip away from the violence and bloodshed to explore the outskirts of the city. She's come across several of the crows, but has managed to outrun them or duck into hiding when they've gotten too close (she hasn't spent 535 years on the run without learning a few tricks). The monkeys have been easier, they don't take long to kill, but she's simply not in the mood for it. She's looking for someplace peaceful, just to escape for an hour or two.

That is not what she finds in the center of these woods. Instead, she sees a girl sitting near a little cottage, can smell the blood coming from her palms (for a split second her mind flashes back to finding her family slaughtered, faces frozen in twisted expressions of fear, blood everywhere, but she forces the memory back, almost violently), and then she hears the rustling and glances up from where she stands, currently hidden behind a tree.

The branches strain and crack off, birds fall to the ground and disintegrate into pearls, and Katherine's eyebrows go up in surprise as she watches. The corners of her lips turn upward in a subtly impressed smile. This is someone interesting, that much is very clear, but she doesn't want to make her presence known quite yet. She waits to see if there's more to the show.

[satrinah.livejournal.com]

The birds are now actively being grabbed by the trees. There are more indignant squawks, and the wildlife that Lyla controls through ogham is becoming more aggressive. The tree Katherine is by begins to rumble, a little, its branches waving with hostility toward the sky.

Lyla frowns, suddenly, and turns her head. She can't see Katherine, but for a second, because of the trees, she thought maybe someone was there.

[manipulativni.livejournal.com]

The tree that she's hiding behind starts to rumble and sway, and Katherine quickly darts from behind it it behind another tree, one closer to the girl and the cottage. It's likely that she's noticed this time, she was deliberately a little less subtle.