First Dream [Audio]
[Instead of speech or words, there is a strange, whistling sound at first, drifting over the transmission line--like that of a winter wind. A rather...ominous one. It doesn't say so mundane for long, and rapidly rises in pitch from a whistle, to a more ethereal sounding howl, to a ghastly shriek--
Then, a very mortal scream--which ends abruptly in a gut-twisting crunch.
...and then, nothing.
The transmission ends without further input.
Welcome to Discedo, Youmu.]
((OOC: By the way, Horton, there's a dead Youmu on your lawn.))
Then, a very mortal scream--which ends abruptly in a gut-twisting crunch.
...and then, nothing.
The transmission ends without further input.
Welcome to Discedo, Youmu.]
((OOC: By the way, Horton, there's a dead Youmu on your lawn.))