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sticksandbones2024-03-25 07:36 pm
soundsurfing) wrote in sticksandbones2024-03-25 07:36 pm
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
a. don't go round tonight, it's bound to take your life
b. i know the end is coming soon
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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( 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. )
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Slam his body into her shield like he did before, spikes be damned. Trying to send her careening at Dark Cacao. ]
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[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!?
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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. )
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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!! ]
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Instead he charges, attempting to brain him with the hilt while he's bent over and reachable]
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( oh, but grampa's got this. go, grampa. if it wasn't beat your sword would be buffed with lightning. )
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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. ]
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[He starting coming back to the bubble, checking over his shoulder to make sure Beat isn't coming back]
Are you harmed?
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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. )
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Mmhm. I will attempt to follow him before he gets into more trouble. He spoke to you- perhaps he can be reasoned with.
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( ... 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~.