1. A Spring Decoration. Still Image | Written

[hismasterpiece]

[The journal clicks on at the far end of twilight, and the blurring image gradually resolves into a sharply-focused view of a dead fawn strewn with white and purple crocuses. White tea candles halo the little head, which is thrown back. Its tiny thin legs look as though they are leaping across the red-tinged snow.

Anyone who is paranoid about vampires in general -- or who is looking REALLY closely -- might see two tiny, clean puncture holes in the fawn's neck.

The following text soon appears beneath the image:]


I have made a spring picture. Everything melts and runs, and the ground is thirsty for secrets. And empty of them.

[So writes a vampire who is homesick for tombs and crypts and graveyards. This place is so barren of them. It won't do. Won't do at all. Still, she is pleased to have made this beautiful art out of a much-needed meal. Angelus would be pleased, too.]

Comments

[Voice] | I'm sorry, I caved

[talontrot]

Uh...

[Writing is too difficult for a cartoon bird, so have a very weirded-out, squawky voice, Drusilla.]

Looks more like you made one heck of a dumb, gross mess to me. And what's with all the flowers and junk? It just makes it look even stupider.

Don't quit your day job, guy.

[voice] lol shortest thread ever

[hismasterpiece]

[What Kazooie might get is a high-pitched, whining hiss, but not because of the rude words. Is this a firebird? Is this a powerful phoenix? Angelus would not be pleased, not pleased at all. She slams her journal shut to contemplate her next move.]

[not actually anything] | omg I'm dead

[talontrot]

[...

... Well, geez. Some people just can't take criticism, it seems!

Kazooie scuffs her journal shut with one talon, but the image won't be gone from her head for awhile.]