[Karasu's found himself a tree to perch in for the moment, a large, blackened tree, surrounded by a small following of the younger crows that have taken to following him since his arrival. He's got the communicator in his lap, one long leg drawn up. One hand is up, holding a youngling crow, the other hand gently stroking its feathers. Violet eyes ( Read more... )

[The machine is turned on with a swat, and Karasu is seen, curled up on his bed, leaning against the wall. There are a small number of feathers all around him, his own wings tightly pulled against his shoulderblades. He glances up once, in disinterest at the communicator before looking away]

Just...like...clockwork. We really should be used to it ( Read more... )

So much excitement these days. I'm almost starting to enjoy having a...nocturnal schedule once more. Pity it's spend fighting beings of cold. The only pleasure comes form their death, and even that only has a small shine to it. A true battle and kill can almost be compared to an orgasm...on some level.

...But that's just me, of course. Demons are ( Read more... )

-Karasu's voice is cold as the terminal turns on, speaking quietly, pausing now and then so that certain, carefully enunciated words can better be rammed home-

Well...things are certainly getting more...interesting around here, lately. Darkness swells, and this place becomes...more and more like the Makai I knew and loved.

-Karasu pauses here ( Read more... )