bad moon rising

[soundsurfing]

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. ]

Comments

[soundsurfing]

[Uh....

huh.

The Werewolf quite frankly also wasn't expecting this. The comical expression is back, eyes widening as it's suddenly shoulder checked and... tossed right back out the window. Dark Cacao will hear the saddest woo? noise as the dog creature goes sailing. Half a howl half a "how can he be yeeting?" question.

It lands more or less in a pile and lays there for a moment, Wil.E Coyote style. What the ever loving fuck is happening. ]

[winterfrosting]

[And Cacao just glares out the window, almost crackling with restrained killing intent. How dare, this is not your house??? Making sure the beast isn't going to charge right back in]

[soundsurfing]

[ Don't worry, the Beast gets to its feet, circles the house like it's maybe looking for an easier way in, then can easily be seen Deciding Against That and lopping off to try it's luck at another place. Damn, third little piggies house had hands. ]