Final Masquerade: An OCT Audio-Animatic
Ling Icegale for Wife [Flashback]
Background: In the slowly fading memories of Dired Wolf, the sweet nothings and love of a woman still ring, muffled yet audible in the stages of erasure that the wolf spirit has been slowly etching away. Even still, her warm demeanour and loving atmosphere seem almost familiar to him.
Vocal Directions: Being of Native American background, try adding something motherly and caring to her voice with a sweet doe-like innocence to her charm and tone.
[After having just been impaled, she's holding onto the faintest of breaths left in her. She acts innocent and naive akin to a child even after such a horrifying thing to happen to her] "[Placeholder Name]? I feel... cold. This is... a new kind of feeling..."
[A brief glimpse to Dired Wolf's past, a moment out of a happy memory. Seemingly taken in the middle of the moment] "Isn't this field beautiful? Look at all the flowers here! Black ones! White ones! And my favourite: Yellow ones!"
[Her last moments of life. Each word haunting in the loss of life with her voice still comforting and sweet, even in the throes of deaths door] "If the man I love is still in there... Know that- I will be waiting for him... to meet your his... warm... embrace... [Final breath, giving a final doe gasp as it sharply emphasises the last word] "...Soon."
