(28) Accidental Video Post; All Hallows; Unfiltered
[The PCD comes on to show the street moving past, one of Oliver’s legs, and occasionally, a flash of his tail. He’s running, panting hard, and seems to be outside. It’s dark, for the most part, with a hint of the sunset, perhaps, still showing on the ground. A moment later, that disappears, and Oliver’s breathing hitches up a bit.
A moment later, there’s light from above as the moon, or a moon, at least, breaks through the clouds. The PCD hits the ground and bounces, the picture spinning dizzily for a few moments until it finally comes to rest on it’s back, in front of Oliver. He appear to be on his hands and knees, though at this angle, the image isn’t very good.
He’s whimpering and growling by turns, both becoming decidedly more animalistic with each passing second. He looks up, and the light catches his face, showing it to be, well, quite a bit more furry than he’s ever been before; and his hair isn’t quite so blonde, either. Nor are his eyes green, one assumes, though they remain in shadow; still, there’s the flash of eye-shine as he looks over the PCD.
A hand that is getting darker by the second and already sports claws hits the device, sending it tumbling away, Oliver no longer visible, merely a full moon still partially hidden by clouds.
Another whimper, and a tearing sound. A shadow falls over the PCD, and the feed dies]
A moment later, there’s light from above as the moon, or a moon, at least, breaks through the clouds. The PCD hits the ground and bounces, the picture spinning dizzily for a few moments until it finally comes to rest on it’s back, in front of Oliver. He appear to be on his hands and knees, though at this angle, the image isn’t very good.
He’s whimpering and growling by turns, both becoming decidedly more animalistic with each passing second. He looks up, and the light catches his face, showing it to be, well, quite a bit more furry than he’s ever been before; and his hair isn’t quite so blonde, either. Nor are his eyes green, one assumes, though they remain in shadow; still, there’s the flash of eye-shine as he looks over the PCD.
A hand that is getting darker by the second and already sports claws hits the device, sending it tumbling away, Oliver no longer visible, merely a full moon still partially hidden by clouds.
Another whimper, and a tearing sound. A shadow falls over the PCD, and the feed dies]