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thoughtformed2012-06-04 11:34 pm
solemnly_swere) wrote in thoughtformed2012-06-04 11:34 pm
Entry tags:
Accidental Video | Location
Warnings: Descriptions of violence, werewolf transformations and pain.
It's dark at first. Pitch black. Nothing but the scuffling noises of movement. The phone is slowly adjusting to the bleakness, there is a crack running along the video, off to one side, as if it has fallen. Perhaps that's what turned it on.
As it adjusts, it's easy to tell the location is a cave. There are a few scattered things in the cave. A broken chair with teeth and claw marks in it, a tattered sack with someone's stuff that looks like it's seen better days. A pillow with more stitches than fabric. Sitting off to one side, with his head in his hands, is a young man who looks just as tattered as the rest of his things. He's got a raggedy cloak draped over him, but visible patches of skin are equally covered in scars and bite marks.
The glow from the moon is the only light drifting through the cave, and after a moment there is a low whine from Remus' hunched form that draws out the tighter he curls in on himself. For a brief second, his eyes catch sight of the phone, and panic floods them as he lunges for it, but it's too late. He falls short with a pained cry and what follows is hard to watch. Time doesn't make the transformation any easier. Bones crack and shrink, muscles and tendons rearrange, organs are forced to shrink to the right size. By the time it's finished, the phone has been knocked against a cave wall, another crack finding it's way across the screen.
The lens gets a final glimpse of the beast in Remus' place. A wolf, larger than average, and with a few differences that someone with a keen knowledge of wolves might notice, but otherwise, very obviously a wolf. It throws it's head back in a long, frustrated howl. When it stops, canine eyes catch the phone again, and with a flash of teeth the video goes dead.
It's dark at first. Pitch black. Nothing but the scuffling noises of movement. The phone is slowly adjusting to the bleakness, there is a crack running along the video, off to one side, as if it has fallen. Perhaps that's what turned it on.
As it adjusts, it's easy to tell the location is a cave. There are a few scattered things in the cave. A broken chair with teeth and claw marks in it, a tattered sack with someone's stuff that looks like it's seen better days. A pillow with more stitches than fabric. Sitting off to one side, with his head in his hands, is a young man who looks just as tattered as the rest of his things. He's got a raggedy cloak draped over him, but visible patches of skin are equally covered in scars and bite marks.
The glow from the moon is the only light drifting through the cave, and after a moment there is a low whine from Remus' hunched form that draws out the tighter he curls in on himself. For a brief second, his eyes catch sight of the phone, and panic floods them as he lunges for it, but it's too late. He falls short with a pained cry and what follows is hard to watch. Time doesn't make the transformation any easier. Bones crack and shrink, muscles and tendons rearrange, organs are forced to shrink to the right size. By the time it's finished, the phone has been knocked against a cave wall, another crack finding it's way across the screen.
The lens gets a final glimpse of the beast in Remus' place. A wolf, larger than average, and with a few differences that someone with a keen knowledge of wolves might notice, but otherwise, very obviously a wolf. It throws it's head back in a long, frustrated howl. When it stops, canine eyes catch the phone again, and with a flash of teeth the video goes dead.
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He doesn't like to cooperate... I can try to persuade him, though, if you want.
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But it's my forest. I'll be there.
[Audio]
Ooh, I'm sorry. If it was something I said, I didn't mean to offend you.
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[She's not upset - just speaking in a sort of off-handed way. Like she's more interested in other things at the moment.] You can come. I don't mind. Who's Jenny?
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She's my daughter! She's brilliant, just wait till you meet her!
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You shouldn't risk yourself so much, if you have children.
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[Finally a pause, also thoughtful.] But you - you sound as if you are speaking from experience.
Ah! Oh. Oh, I see. I'm sorry. Did you lose your parents as a child?
[Audio]
They were taken by The Dark One.
[She doesn't comment on his referring to her as more than a child. It's somewhat gratifying to her, but at the same time, whenever she's reminded of them... All she wants to do is run to her mother and hug her father and- Would that none of it had ever happened. That she could go back, and change it. A child's wish.]
[Audio]//locked, timelordy security
[A sort of brooding pause.]
I... I know what it's like to experience that sort of loss. My entire planet, and all it's people - my family, my friends - are gone. Gone forever.
I always feel like there's something I missed, something I could have done to save them, but... They were going to destroy everything. I had to. So it is my fault, and my burden to bear.
[Audio]//still wide open
I'm sorry... It hurts to be alone. All my people were taken, too. Not just my family.
[Audio]//locked, timelordy security
[I have no appropriate icon for this.]
[Audio]//still wide open
You're still going to go see him. It would be best to land TARDIS outside the cave.
[Audio]
We're on our way.