Autumn was beginning to eat away at Skylight forrest, green leaves turning to orange before wilting away entirely. It was sad yes but despite that, in the heart of the forrest's clearing, festivities were taking place. A stage had been built in the clearings centre; decorated with ghosts and pumpkins of orange, black and white colours! Dark curtains were now drawn, but bellow there was a crowd of many! Mostly the young adults had gathered for this special occasion, a Halloween concert in the dead of night as the cracked moon shone from above, but that was not the only draw to citizens and hunters alike! Just beyond the clearing, where the city paves met the green many traditional carnival games had been set up; from bottle stands to darts to basketball hoops to the strongman test to apple bobbing and many others! There were even a number of smaller rides to go on such as a ferris wheel. The rides and games were not currently active, power had been sapped from that region and all was pointed at the stage. Bright orange and white lights lit it in preparation for the upcoming event. Behind the curtain, not yet drawn open, strode back and forth a young woman in the palest white makeup, piercing red eyes and a billowy black victorian dress. She muttered to herself, speaking mantra in an attempt to overcome her stage-fright.
"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I ponder, weak and weary; over what is quaint and forgotten..." Young Eggy Alisa Poe, an upcoming musical prodigy and quickly becoming popular in goth and grunge communities, was preparing for her first ever show live on stage... and it was a big one. It was supposed to be bigger granted, but with the kingdoms currently struggling to find themselves, her Manager had only managed to get her this gig. "Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal no mortals ever dared to dream before..." She hadn't felt something like this before, this sensation in her stomach... this sweat on her brow. From the sidelines her manager attempted to comfort her, tell her this was the first step to bigger things, not to worry, but this would fall on deaf ears. No matter the gain, she couldn't help but fear the fall. Was fortune worth this awful feeling? This pounding in her head, these palpitations of the heart? She felt as though her bones were turning to mush beneath her fingertips, like they might dare slip out from beneath her skin and shoot across the floor. "Ghastly Grimm and ancient Raven wandering from the nightly shore, q-qouthe the Raven..."
She took the centre, grasping at the microphone. Behind her a violinist stood, old and practiced lacking the fear she did... but in his eyes she saw only distance. He was afraid she'd ruin this night for her, ruin his reputation. She swallowed hard, her black painted nails rapping against the cold plastic of the microphone. He flowing black dress had grown wet from sweat, she could feel the makeup running down her face. The mic not on she spoke aloud as the curtains began to part, closing her eyes as screams filled the air; "Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter..."
Black curtains fully opened she dared to look out to the crowd, but hanging above them were beasts alike no other. Brought on by her own fear of a show she was yet to perform, her fear to plunge into the deep. Feathers began to flit downward slowly toward the stage, landing as though they were the branches of trees. Pointing out toward them, shouting over the active microphone; "N-Nevermore!"
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Black wings hung over the crowd, each fiver meters in diameter, a distance of roughly ten meters above the tallest head in the crowd. Three sets of red eyes pierced the dark, eying the girl on the stage; but due to a loud scream behind her the primary target of their first attack shifted. A feather from each was thrown forth, with a single wing flap the feather would fly above the crowd and pierce into the source of the screams. It was the violinist, who had looked on at Eggy with such ire. His bowstring was torn in two as he was spread, feathers piercing his leg and chest as he hit the deck. It was unclear whether he was unconscious or dead, not that the majority of the crowd seemed to care. His screams were now being echoed bellow, civilians rushing this way and that in an attempt to escape the arena.
The birds would not hesitate in attacking those bellow, rising higher above clearing before spreading their wings wide. Their white helmets reflecting the moonlight; with a single flap of their wings each would send forth a barrage of feathers. These were without target, simply an attempt at crowd control and to better contain the humans/faunus. Immediately the clearing was cut down to a third of it's size, a rough ring of black wings creating a fence to keep people trapped. Now it would be like shooting fish in a barrel, or whatever the Grimm equivalent phrase would be. With a tremendous screech, the three would stare down at their prized prisoners. The birds flew a good fifteen meters above the group, any hunters would have to mount the feathers or leap should they want to damage the birds with their semblances. Soon death would be brought upon them...
All the while Eggy stood still on centre stage; the light sapped from her scarlet eyes. She was shellshocked, she had expected things to go badly... but she had certainly not anticipated this. In her fear she would run back, further behind the curtains and curl up into a ball. Reciting dark poetry to herself in an attempt to regain control, her manager had long since fled. She was alone back there. As such, due to her emotional state, every so often the Nevermore's beaks would twitch in her direction; as if the fear was calling to them. Her fear rivalled that of the entire group bellow!
"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I ponder, weak and weary; over what is quaint and forgotten..." Young Eggy Alisa Poe, an upcoming musical prodigy and quickly becoming popular in goth and grunge communities, was preparing for her first ever show live on stage... and it was a big one. It was supposed to be bigger granted, but with the kingdoms currently struggling to find themselves, her Manager had only managed to get her this gig. "Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal no mortals ever dared to dream before..." She hadn't felt something like this before, this sensation in her stomach... this sweat on her brow. From the sidelines her manager attempted to comfort her, tell her this was the first step to bigger things, not to worry, but this would fall on deaf ears. No matter the gain, she couldn't help but fear the fall. Was fortune worth this awful feeling? This pounding in her head, these palpitations of the heart? She felt as though her bones were turning to mush beneath her fingertips, like they might dare slip out from beneath her skin and shoot across the floor. "Ghastly Grimm and ancient Raven wandering from the nightly shore, q-qouthe the Raven..."
She took the centre, grasping at the microphone. Behind her a violinist stood, old and practiced lacking the fear she did... but in his eyes she saw only distance. He was afraid she'd ruin this night for her, ruin his reputation. She swallowed hard, her black painted nails rapping against the cold plastic of the microphone. He flowing black dress had grown wet from sweat, she could feel the makeup running down her face. The mic not on she spoke aloud as the curtains began to part, closing her eyes as screams filled the air; "Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter..."
Black curtains fully opened she dared to look out to the crowd, but hanging above them were beasts alike no other. Brought on by her own fear of a show she was yet to perform, her fear to plunge into the deep. Feathers began to flit downward slowly toward the stage, landing as though they were the branches of trees. Pointing out toward them, shouting over the active microphone; "N-Nevermore!"
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Three Nevermore Hp: 300 Each, Defence 3 RES/DEF Hard Difficulty
Black wings hung over the crowd, each fiver meters in diameter, a distance of roughly ten meters above the tallest head in the crowd. Three sets of red eyes pierced the dark, eying the girl on the stage; but due to a loud scream behind her the primary target of their first attack shifted. A feather from each was thrown forth, with a single wing flap the feather would fly above the crowd and pierce into the source of the screams. It was the violinist, who had looked on at Eggy with such ire. His bowstring was torn in two as he was spread, feathers piercing his leg and chest as he hit the deck. It was unclear whether he was unconscious or dead, not that the majority of the crowd seemed to care. His screams were now being echoed bellow, civilians rushing this way and that in an attempt to escape the arena.
The birds would not hesitate in attacking those bellow, rising higher above clearing before spreading their wings wide. Their white helmets reflecting the moonlight; with a single flap of their wings each would send forth a barrage of feathers. These were without target, simply an attempt at crowd control and to better contain the humans/faunus. Immediately the clearing was cut down to a third of it's size, a rough ring of black wings creating a fence to keep people trapped. Now it would be like shooting fish in a barrel, or whatever the Grimm equivalent phrase would be. With a tremendous screech, the three would stare down at their prized prisoners. The birds flew a good fifteen meters above the group, any hunters would have to mount the feathers or leap should they want to damage the birds with their semblances. Soon death would be brought upon them...
All the while Eggy stood still on centre stage; the light sapped from her scarlet eyes. She was shellshocked, she had expected things to go badly... but she had certainly not anticipated this. In her fear she would run back, further behind the curtains and curl up into a ball. Reciting dark poetry to herself in an attempt to regain control, her manager had long since fled. She was alone back there. As such, due to her emotional state, every so often the Nevermore's beaks would twitch in her direction; as if the fear was calling to them. Her fear rivalled that of the entire group bellow!