♟ ѕє¢σи∂ мσσи (video; day)
[ the feed cuts on to the outside of an empty wooden house, seemingly empty. or maybe it's a barn, something on the offskirts of the city, in the middle of tall, swaying, yellowed grass. in the background, swaying through the grass, a flicker of black, and white wings can be seen. they're flared backwards to keep him steady as he races through the grass, presumably on all fours. the wings and Zaheer presumably get closer and closer--
suddenly, a multitude of mice come squeaking out of the brush, pursued by Zaheer.
and he finally flattens out his wings as he jumps up, glides a short distance, and swoops down, grabbing onto one mouse with his mouth.
in the shift, the PORTAL clatters off of its perch atop of Zaheer's satchel, giving a good look of Zaheer's back as he chomps down.
... what? he's gotta eat. and he politely wipes his mouth when he's finished. another squeak can be heard, however, and he straightens, turns his head, eyes dilating.
zoom. in his pouncing, he might've made the PORTAL go flying. feed cuts. ]
suddenly, a multitude of mice come squeaking out of the brush, pursued by Zaheer.
and he finally flattens out his wings as he jumps up, glides a short distance, and swoops down, grabbing onto one mouse with his mouth.
in the shift, the PORTAL clatters off of its perch atop of Zaheer's satchel, giving a good look of Zaheer's back as he chomps down.
... what? he's gotta eat. and he politely wipes his mouth when he's finished. another squeak can be heard, however, and he straightens, turns his head, eyes dilating.
zoom. in his pouncing, he might've made the PORTAL go flying. feed cuts. ]