A dim blue light covers the area and the shrouded figure found slumped against a chain length fence. Behind him is a fairly polluted river that somehow look's a little less so under the pale moon light. But it still look's like the kind of place mobster's might dump a fresh kill. His haggard choice of attire hasn't changed a great deal. Despite his unkempt, lethargic look, it masks his cunning intellect and capacity for violence. And, when he so chooses, eloquent manner of speak.
Raven: "The faction warfare has begun. Various alignments begin to arise, plot and scheme. Each one clawing and scraping for supremacy. In able to achieve this glory, they become horrible monsters with glowing eyes and teeth the size of piano key's. There is nothing they could obtain that could possibly sedate their terrible instinct's and greed. But despite this, they attempt to wear their superiority like a cloak of human excrement. All the while staring off into the distance with hollow eyes and thalidomide, robotic faces..."
His head tilts backwards, allowing a few of his multi-colored braids to slip through the fence like earthworm's burrowing in the ground.
Raven: "Two once and proud institutions who are beginning to wither and grow tepid. They are crumbling beneath our pressure. One has seen great prominence and while one of it's followers has a chance at the crown, they are no longer the force they once were. Members have deserted and members have vanished. The would-be King and The Fool. One speaks of parasites but is truly a blood sucking little tick, sucking and sucking all that he can. With his dancing, prostitute, clown of a partner. They have grown toothless, frail and all together unimposing. They speak with forked tongues and yet nothing can be heard. They have become simply crow's on the power line's..."
The messily applied grease paint underneath of his eye's only causes the malice in his hues to appear even more prominent.
Raven: "..Their fall from grace will become a steady descent. Burning in the atmosphere like so much space debris. A pair who, like Icarus who have sought to fly too high to the sun. And soon, only their charred, lifeless husks will remain.."
Bowing his head, almost in a mock display of prayer. Although, he has no sympathy for his upcoming opponents or their ilk.
Raven: "And yet, their are others who wish to seek the terrible power to whom only God's are blessed. Another pair. With arms oblong, they stretch and reach for the prize. A duo so filthy that they may as well be gestating with rat's and vermin. Both body, mind and soul. They operate only on lust and selfish hunger. They will soon be struck blind, left to wander and mutter lowly.."..I'm lost..I'm lost.." A fitting end for those revel in such a degree of sin.. "
A groan of tedium escapes the macabre poet.
Raven: "These birth defects, they serve no purpose. We however, those of us who have arose from the swamp's, the underworld, and hell itself..we grow stronger with each passing day. The prizes they so covet, we will abscond into our possession. We are prepared to give blood to keep our faith strong. All of the rewards shall be our to reap. And the fearful will be left with nothing to do but tremble incessantly. When we become the most powerful force..the results are going to be unsettling for some. But mind awakening for others. Darkness falls early during these bleak winter months. With darkness often comes foreboding and dread. But for us..this is when we will shine the brightest and most radiant. ..So it is written, so it shall come to pass. Quote the Raven..nevermore.."
And with that, the enigmatic Raven's word's are left to hang in the air as the scene draws to it's conclusion.
