sticksandbones | bad moon rising

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bad moon rising

Who: Beat + whoever wants to fight a crazed werewolf
What: It's the first Full Moon since he's been here, Beat wants to try out his Full Moon form. Oops. Flowers.
When: March 25th
Where: The Grove
Warnings: yikes. gonna be blood. violence. written big dogs with bared teeth. gore. saliva. description of flowers under the skin/coming through.

opening: i hear the voice of rage and ruin

Beat's excited, because this is the first Full Moon he's experienced since arriving in the Grove, and he really wants to see how many of his powers have made the cross over with him. Plus he's his strongest when it's Full. It fills him with energy. A desire to run around. He's given Josh a heads up about what he plans on doing.

He doesn't expect it to go so wrong.

The shift (cw: saliva, bared canine teeth) starts off perfectly fine. Limbs elongate, his aspect becomes more bestial, more wolf like. Fur blanches and silvers out, and his eyes glow with the light of the Moon. He lands on all four and shakes, feeling good. Strong, powerful. Itchy?

It starts as a crawl under his skin, something familiar, squirming underneath there. Like when the mushrooms sprouted. Worriedly, he begins to scratch at himself, turning his muzzle to chew. Slowly little purple bell like flowers begin to sprout throughout his fur following in the wake of his raking nails and teeth, peeking through the cuts and bites he makes. Dripping blood as they grow and sprout. Beautiful and deadly. Aconite. Monkshood. Wolfsbane. It doesn't take long for the flowering poison to seep into his blood, igniting burning pain. Driving him to claw at himself to try and rip it out, before his mind sinks into the grip of it as well. And another little voice, seeping in. Whispering. Urging him to let loose. Claw. Bite. Spread.

He was never good at resisting mental influences.

a. don't go round tonight, it's bound to take your life

[ With a loud wavering howl, Beat will put his incredible since of smell to use and begin the hunt. He won't attack those he already smells the Corruption on, but anyone else is fair game. It may be night, and people may be in bed or asleep, but that won't stop Beat from breaking and entering into buildings to stalk down his victims. The hunt is slow, deliberate.

And if he catches sight of someone who smells uncorrupted, fresh? He stops, stares. Eyes glowing, breathing coming out in a warm almost foggy manner. His posture hunched, arms closer to the ground. Seems to be waiting for something. Or thinking, pondering the environment.

Otherwise he moves around the building, claws scraping, motions deliberate as he stalks.

That's not creepy at all. ]

b. i know the end is coming soon

[ Though he will go inside to hunt his prey, he will mostly wander around outside, creating a horrible cacophony of howls and snarls. The Guardians he will try to avoid, especially Zahliya, quickly running from the Gargoyle if he attacks or comes too close. But outside, he's unrestricted as he would have been indoors. He's under the Moon, wild and free, and seems more keen on running around.

He smells of soil and decay, rot, and an underlying cloying scent. And blood, as by now he's undoubtedly injured, either by himself clawing or the fights he might have picked. And if anyone crosses his path, they will instantly have the Werewolf baring down on them. Teeth snapping, claws attempting to grab. The motion is almost rabid. A far cry from his deliberate actions while inside a building.

He will keep this up until the Moon goes down, or until he's successfully put down for a nap. ]

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AH-

( felicity's fast, and her casting isn't even second nature, it's first- but even then, beat's certainly faster. fucking werewovles, honestly. it's insulting.

the shield- and felicity herself- does get knocked back, coming to a pause only by nature of hitting the side of the inn, and felicity tries to lean against the wall of it to regain her composure. thankfully, the shield remains strong, at least. )

I really gotta see if this spell changes shape-

( wait shit WHERE IS HE- )

Edited 2024-03-26 23:37 (UTC)

[ When he's thinking right, he'll apologize. A lot. And as a solo wolf, he's doing the ambush tactics. Crouching down into as many plants as he can, trying to hide in... uh, in shadows. That she's able to control. If he was able to think, he'd consider she may be able to feel him in it. All his wolf brain knows is shadows good. Shadows hide you.

Shadows let you crawl closer.

Though he has no idea what he's going to do with her shield. It's still there. He can keep knocking her around like a rubber ball, but he can't get to the meat in the middle.

So while he's oh so sneakily climbed up onto the inn like a creepy ass paralysis demon, there's not much he can do other than crouch at the edge and stare down. Can werewolves pout? He may be pouting.

He tries the drop down tactic.

You can imagine how that goes. ]

( almost instinctively, shadows wrap around the shield and protrude into thorns, stabbing outward as he falls, which probably doesn't help, but hey! he's keeping her afraid, that's for certain, and as flashes as the gnarled lightning wolf from ages ago flash in her mind, she can't focus on anything but "stay alive"- her usual tactical mind is scattered, and the ground beneath her is beginning to slowly rot as her breathing increases rapidly. )

[ Ow?! It works enough to make him quickly scramble away, putting some distance between the two of them, licking at what spots hit the spikes. He looks affronted, though the rot scent begins to get his attention, nose working. He wants to roll in it. He wants to bite her. Sink his teeth deep and shake until she goes still, until the flowers seep from him to her, spread and wind and bind and grow.

His muzzle wrinkles back, teeth baring, snapping at the air, but he stays away. It seems to be settling into his head that a full on confrontational fight with her is not going to work. His ears go back as far as they can, and he paces back and forth, staring at her with malice in his eyes.

He digs a hand into the ground and pulls out small pebbles to begin throwing them at her shield. Testing. Like he's growing smarter. ]

Have you still not learned your lesson, hound?

[here comes Dark Cacao, running with surpising speed considering he's loaded for bear. Cacao curses himself for not hunting down the beast the moment he got it out of Vanilla's house. But fighting something like this without his armor was asking for more injuries, and the clatter had likely woken up his friend who needed an update. Still, he wonders how many people it's hurt in the time he donned his plate. Damn it all right to the oven.

Now he's armored and his sword is crackling with lightning. In the open there will be no more warning blows]

( oh thank god.

felicity deflates a little with relief and the thorns of her shield seem to retreat, a reflection of the new variable. shakily, she manages to stand herself back up, but doesn't dissipate the shield just yet. not when beat's still right there. )

Thank you. ... I- I think it's Beat. He said he's a werewolf, but I thought he was more controlled...

( but then, he doesn't normally have... flowers...

oh fuck. )

[ Geezus fucking CHRIST, this guy again?! But he's learned, and he's quick to ... place the meat nugget inside it's bubble between him and the Large Angry Man. The utterance of his name doesn't even catch his attention, instead he will use Fels shield to his advantage until he can figure something out. Licking spiked wounds still, teeth pulling at the wolfsbane flowers to make room.

Hm.

Canned and Bubbled. Bite and infect, but HOW. The Werewolf will shift its position to make sure to keep Fel between them as he thinks, like... well, like a trapped wolf. He could flee, into the Forest, it offers safety. That angers him, he doesn't want to flee. He's injured, but he can still fight. He needs to get the bubble away from the shadows, so she can't spike it up again (so he thinks) and into the Moonlight. It empowers him.

But then there's bitter cookie smelling man who might just cleave his head in.

Fucks sake...]

That... is Beat?

[His tone is surprised, but he doesn't turn to look at her, trying to keep the wolf on sight line at all times- made more difficult by it, him, circling. He circles as well- as annoying as it might be, any time he's distracted by this stand off the less time he has to hunt]

I think so. ... Those flowers- he must have gotten corrupted somehow. I-

( felicity falters, before sighing. )

I'll be honest, I'm awful with dogs. But I can support you with my magic, at least. I have elemental, shadow, or moon magic, along with general kinesis. ... Just don't ask me to heal.

( please. it's so embarrassing. )

[ He's going to Super Monkey Ball her again, as she's distracted talking to the clanking tin can. Drops down to the ground, digs claws, hands and feet, into the earth and bunches his muscles to spring forward.

Slam his body into her shield like he did before, spikes be damned. Trying to send her careening at Dark Cacao. ]

Then I will count on your support.

[He's work with enough mages to know it's best to let them do their thing without too much oversight- Anything else he intended to say though it lost when Beat shoves the orb right at him. This time it's so surprising he doesn't even think to try and catch it, getting smashed right in the face]

Grrah!?

( felicity squeaks with as much dignity as being monkey ball'd around will grant her- so exactly none- and stumbles before growling under her breath, summoning shadows to essentially peg the shield in place- )

Would you stop that?! SUCH a bad dog.

( get scolded, idiot!!! but if dark cacao needs a moment to recover, she's going to just pull shadows from the ground upward again, this time aiming to just.

gut punch a werewolf with hardened shadow. as one does. )

[ THAT DOES IT. ]

I AIN'T-

[ Whatever intelligence Fel managed to get out of Beat by calling him a bad dog again, which seems to have riled him up so much to remember actual words, is interrupted by being socked in the gut by a shadow. 'A bad dog' gets wheezed out in a sad little gasp, as the Werewolf bends over double to take a moment.

He will flip her off though, as he wheezes to get his breathing back. NOT A BAD DOG!! ]

[Cacao rubs his now slightly bloody nose... but thankfully recovers faster then Beat does- and thank god he knows it IS Beat, because otherwise he might be taking his sword to his neck.

Instead he charges, attempting to brain him with the hilt while he's bent over and reachable]

Well you're not being good, now, are you.

( oh, but grampa's got this. go, grampa. if it wasn't beat your sword would be buffed with lightning. )

[ Movement catches the wolfs attention, but he's still not used to fucking being CHARGED AT HERE. He goes to scramble back and avoids the worst of getting brained by the hilt, but it still lands.

He yelps - there's blood, Dark Cacao hits heavily - and then Beat decides fuck this. If the voice in his head wants them bit badly enough, it can manifest and fucking bite them itself! He can't counteract MAGIC and A SEVEN FOOT SWORD WIELDED BY THE ANGRIEST MAN IN EXISTENCE.

Sadly it also seems whatever part of Beat had surfaced disappears again with the blow, and the Werewolf twists his head to snap but also back the fuck away. He's injured and he's getting the fuck out of there. So he puts a good amount of distance between them before stopping, briefly, to hold his head. Ow. Then disappears into the shadows. ]

Edited 2024-03-27 20:32 (UTC)

... finally.

[He starting coming back to the bubble, checking over his shoulder to make sure Beat isn't coming back]

Are you harmed?

( the shield drops by half, like she's expecting something to happen the moment she lets it release in full. cracking her neck, she sighs. )

Not from him- most people don't try pushing the shield around like that. Sorry about that. ... I'll be fine, though. ... I think... it'd be best to find and restrain him, but I don't think I can truly help with that.

( to make her point, she makes a show of gesturing to where her lost arm should be- he can draw his own conclusions from there, with the knowledge that she isn't "good with dogs" in mind. )

[he eyes it and nods]

Mmhm. I will attempt to follow him before he gets into more trouble. He spoke to you- perhaps he can be reasoned with.

Maybe- he was mostly just upset that I kept scolding him. Just be careful, yeah? Good luck.

( ... actually, no, she can do one more thing. with a bit of focus, something in the air shifts-

felicity has taken on dark cacao's bad luck for the night. meaning that he'll have excellent luck tonight, while felicity's going to be tripping over everything at best. )

... Literally! Happy hunting~.

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