☆ 11th Edict [Audio/Action for apartment mates]
[There's a crackling of noise, the sound of claws scraping--almost impatiently--across carpeted floor. Then, the device picks up panicked yowl that ends in something of an almost hesitant, threatening, confused hiss. This is replied to by a different being entirely, though the sounds are like in kind, though even lower in pitch and more of a warning.
Words follow. It comes in a steady, rumbling growl that sounds stifled and strained, like it's being caged in. The voice would sound familiar to those who've met this particular individual before, yet different. Commanding and steady. Lower pitch. Lacking the usual, almost whimsical tone most would be accustomed to hearing.]
Open it.
The door. Open it.
Words follow. It comes in a steady, rumbling growl that sounds stifled and strained, like it's being caged in. The voice would sound familiar to those who've met this particular individual before, yet different. Commanding and steady. Lower pitch. Lacking the usual, almost whimsical tone most would be accustomed to hearing.]
Open it.
The door. Open it.