七十七 (Accidental Voice Post, Japanese)
Apr. 3rd, 2011 04:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
onikui_tengu[BZZZZAP!] Tch! You're in the way!
[The receiver whistles with a rush of air as it is quickly thrown aside, cracking as it lands roughly on the ground. In the background, a pair of hungry wolves can be heard growling.]
Heh. If you are looking for someone to be your dinner, then you've picked the wrong one... [The rings on his shakujou jangle.] Come!
[The wolves try to rush at Haruka, with their feet pounding against the ground and more vicious snarls. There is no way to tell what exactly is happening for certain, but there is an occasional thump and another jangle from the head of the shakujou as it is being shifted around.
THUMP! One of the wolves falls to the ground with a pained whimper, and then another after it tried to land one last strike against its prey. It's over.]
... You should have tried to go after weaker prey.
[A few minutes pass in silence, and Haruka reluctantly scoops the communicator up, tucking it into the pocket of his jacket. So it recorded the fight, huh.
His feet brush through the wet grass, stopping only when a feeble bark can be heard in the distance.]
...?
[The receiver whistles with a rush of air as it is quickly thrown aside, cracking as it lands roughly on the ground. In the background, a pair of hungry wolves can be heard growling.]
Heh. If you are looking for someone to be your dinner, then you've picked the wrong one... [The rings on his shakujou jangle.] Come!
[The wolves try to rush at Haruka, with their feet pounding against the ground and more vicious snarls. There is no way to tell what exactly is happening for certain, but there is an occasional thump and another jangle from the head of the shakujou as it is being shifted around.
THUMP! One of the wolves falls to the ground with a pained whimper, and then another after it tried to land one last strike against its prey. It's over.]
... You should have tried to go after weaker prey.
[A few minutes pass in silence, and Haruka reluctantly scoops the communicator up, tucking it into the pocket of his jacket. So it recorded the fight, huh.
His feet brush through the wet grass, stopping only when a feeble bark can be heard in the distance.]
...?
