[Group Two] Come into my parlor, let me tell you lies; it isn't safe to trust in what you see...

Sep 17, 2010 02:33

Some time around midnight, the statue goes dark. Frost crackles up its sides with abnormal speed, and the eyes light up with an intense and sickly green glow. Seconds tick by as silence fills the Wood, and then light blazes up from the statue once again, painfully bright, and soundless pressure roars through the clearing with enough speed and weight to knock its occupants flat and hold them there.

Thirty seconds of breath-crushing force, and then nothing. The statue is entirely dark, the faint warmth that emanated from it gone. In the Woods, someone screams and starts to cry.

[OOC: Congratulations group two. You get the Criers. These spiderlike beings put the beasts of Harry Potter to shame with their size and viciousness. Equipped with a ninth leg designed as a lure, they attempt to bring their prey in close and attack. The ninth leg looks like a human, and reflects the sex and age of the beast in question. They also have hallucinogenic or paralytic venom that can be absorbed through the skin. DEPENDS ON THEIR MOOD. They occasionally like taking prey alive for later. So don’t let them drool on you, kids.

The bright side? They can be killed, and aren’t particularly invulnerable. Get them through the mouth or eyes and they’ll go down fast. The problem being, they usually keep their eyes shut when they’re on the attack and hunt by scent and vibration. Vision is a last resort and their eyelids are extremely thick and protective. Also they travel and hunt in family groups. So killing one will piss off the rest.

Oops.]

elle bishop, jo harvelle, gabriel gray (sylar), joscelin verreuil, desmond descant, james potter, *npc: criers, della, meredith grey, dean winchester

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