Post by Izurat Karr on Jul 31, 2013 20:18:09 GMT -5
The main page of PCW's flagship website is buzzing with various interviews leading up to the bi-weekly Saturday Night Rapture. Bitter rivalries play out in texts and video packages, fans discuss who will go over on Saturday, and the dirtsheets make their rounds, reporting on backstage happenings with varying degrees of accuracy. However, as the server time strikes midnight, a new video is added to the weekly playlist. Simply titled “Laughing Wolf”, the thumbnail shows the rather ominous image of a pair of eyes over snarling wolf's teeth. Clicking on it starts the video player, buffers, and runs the package.
**A fire blazing in the middle of the forest starts off the video, the camera constantly autofocusing and shaking slightly to keep in sync with the flames licking the midnight sky. There's not a cloud to be seen, instead replaced by a blanket of bright stars and an incredibly bright moon. The fire itself is contained, a round bed of stones placed carefully around it to avoid any potential spreading. As the camera pans back out, we can see the makings of a small makeshift camp. A net hammock is tied between two sequoia trees, some pouches and bottles resting under it. Behind the fire is a figure, presumably Izurat, his face obscured by the bright flames and light smoke. He sits cross legged, hands on his knees, breathing methodically, before speaking.**
“This Saturday, I will make my mark known on the PCW universe. Last week was only a brief glimpse, a quick look of what will soon be the Era of the Wolf. Many seek out who I really am, and others do themselves an injustice in remaining blind to my presence. They look and see another fool, another pawn in the great game of life throwing his away for a lifetime of pain and agony, nothing more than easy pickings in their road to prestige ”
**He chuckles, head pointed downward.**
“They only help to further their downfall when they step in the squared circle with me. An opponent, no matter their size, their gender, nor their own self, should ever be underestimated. Wars have been lost, accolades gained, and history books written because of misguided disparagement. Custer himself thought to be a one-man army, cutting through my people with ease, and fancied the notion of leading his men to a blaze of glory...”
**The fire crackles loudly as the base of the flame suddenly spikes higher, before settling down again.**
“He led them to a blaze, for sure, just not the one he wanted.”
**Laughing deeply, Izurat shuffles a bit, positioning himself to sit on his knees. Still, his face remains obscured.**
“Still, to never give a second thought to your opponent is indeed the worst mistake one could make in the field of battle. While some may believe Charles Luzon to be... 'eccentric', I would be doing myself a massive disservice into thinking he will be nothing but a footnote in the Book of Izurat Karr. No, he is rather the first chapter, an opening into what will surely be an epic tale of my rise to glory in PCW. He and I are one in the same, really. Honorable warriors fighting in a den of vipers, one outsmarting the other until finally, with one last breath drawn in exasperated desperation, one of use throws the winning blow, cementing our status among the elite ranks that have established their own base within that ring. I don't believe myself to be any stronger than Luzon, at this point, but I also cannot doubt myself. Doubt leads to loss, and loss leads to a future that I don't want to live in. A future without a home.”
**Bringing himself to one knee, Izurat clears his throat.**
“Luzon, understand that while I respect you and your... ways, do not believe I will take this match easy on you. Understand that you stand in the way of my success, and that I will do anything to secure a victory over you. Remember that a cornered wolf is much more dangerous than an angry one. But most of all...”
**Standing up, Izurat grabs something off to the side. It's a bucket, which he dumps the contents of all over the fire, putting it out instantly. Immediately, we see Izurat's face, or rather, his mask, a disturbing rendition of a wolf's face given human teeth, grinning ominously at the camera.**
“Remember my name, because you'll be hearing it a lot after Saturday.”
**With that, Izurat begins to laugh, starting out with a hoarse chuckle and rising to a maddened cackle, all while the once extinguished flame begins to rise again. He suddenly stops, stares at the flames, and stomps his foot hard against the ground, making the flame jump as high as the tree-tops, before going out again. In this moment, Izurat is gone, the viewers left with the soft sounds of the wind in the trees, a faint echo of a wolf's cry sounding off in the distance.**
**A fire blazing in the middle of the forest starts off the video, the camera constantly autofocusing and shaking slightly to keep in sync with the flames licking the midnight sky. There's not a cloud to be seen, instead replaced by a blanket of bright stars and an incredibly bright moon. The fire itself is contained, a round bed of stones placed carefully around it to avoid any potential spreading. As the camera pans back out, we can see the makings of a small makeshift camp. A net hammock is tied between two sequoia trees, some pouches and bottles resting under it. Behind the fire is a figure, presumably Izurat, his face obscured by the bright flames and light smoke. He sits cross legged, hands on his knees, breathing methodically, before speaking.**
“This Saturday, I will make my mark known on the PCW universe. Last week was only a brief glimpse, a quick look of what will soon be the Era of the Wolf. Many seek out who I really am, and others do themselves an injustice in remaining blind to my presence. They look and see another fool, another pawn in the great game of life throwing his away for a lifetime of pain and agony, nothing more than easy pickings in their road to prestige ”
**He chuckles, head pointed downward.**
“They only help to further their downfall when they step in the squared circle with me. An opponent, no matter their size, their gender, nor their own self, should ever be underestimated. Wars have been lost, accolades gained, and history books written because of misguided disparagement. Custer himself thought to be a one-man army, cutting through my people with ease, and fancied the notion of leading his men to a blaze of glory...”
**The fire crackles loudly as the base of the flame suddenly spikes higher, before settling down again.**
“He led them to a blaze, for sure, just not the one he wanted.”
**Laughing deeply, Izurat shuffles a bit, positioning himself to sit on his knees. Still, his face remains obscured.**
“Still, to never give a second thought to your opponent is indeed the worst mistake one could make in the field of battle. While some may believe Charles Luzon to be... 'eccentric', I would be doing myself a massive disservice into thinking he will be nothing but a footnote in the Book of Izurat Karr. No, he is rather the first chapter, an opening into what will surely be an epic tale of my rise to glory in PCW. He and I are one in the same, really. Honorable warriors fighting in a den of vipers, one outsmarting the other until finally, with one last breath drawn in exasperated desperation, one of use throws the winning blow, cementing our status among the elite ranks that have established their own base within that ring. I don't believe myself to be any stronger than Luzon, at this point, but I also cannot doubt myself. Doubt leads to loss, and loss leads to a future that I don't want to live in. A future without a home.”
**Bringing himself to one knee, Izurat clears his throat.**
“Luzon, understand that while I respect you and your... ways, do not believe I will take this match easy on you. Understand that you stand in the way of my success, and that I will do anything to secure a victory over you. Remember that a cornered wolf is much more dangerous than an angry one. But most of all...”
**Standing up, Izurat grabs something off to the side. It's a bucket, which he dumps the contents of all over the fire, putting it out instantly. Immediately, we see Izurat's face, or rather, his mask, a disturbing rendition of a wolf's face given human teeth, grinning ominously at the camera.**
“Remember my name, because you'll be hearing it a lot after Saturday.”
**With that, Izurat begins to laugh, starting out with a hoarse chuckle and rising to a maddened cackle, all while the once extinguished flame begins to rise again. He suddenly stops, stares at the flames, and stomps his foot hard against the ground, making the flame jump as high as the tree-tops, before going out again. In this moment, Izurat is gone, the viewers left with the soft sounds of the wind in the trees, a faint echo of a wolf's cry sounding off in the distance.**