MINI EVENT: BAD MOON RISING

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BAD WOLF

Content Warning: Werewolves and werewolf-related violence.

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WITCHING HOUR

Time passes oddly in this realm. Surely you've seen it by now. Looking to the sky grants different views and moons every night, almost disconnected. The weather is impossible to predict when the clouds don't truly matter. All you have to rely on is that a day and night cycle exists and even then... ... Well. Surely it doesn't matter. Right? (Or does it?) But perhaps more importantly is that tonight, the night is clear and crisp. The flowers in the grove face the moon almost like reverent followers to a preacher. And should you follow their open gaze, you will see that the moon is bright and full and red.

Rusty whines and the Trader has drawn her stall in, and even the sleepy turtle she rides is more alert. The Shopkeeper hisses quietly to himself, barring the windows slowly- and if you're close by, he tells you that it'd be best you do the same. He dares not close the door yet though- just in case someone needs the shelter.

A howl pierces the sky, and it's quickly joined by others, echoing through the woods. The crunch of leaves and sticks and roots breaking under hulking steps makes a presence known- and white, frenzied eyes can be seen in the shadows. Not just one pair- if you're outside, or at the window, you can see dozens from all angles. As they get closer to the clearing, their sharp teeth glint in the moonlight. Another howl, and the wolf-men charge. Fight or defend your residence- but the beasts do not go down easily. Not when wounds slowly stitch themselves back together.

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[simplicitas]

["Run" is probably the best thing they can do. Elsword hesitates for a split second, looks back at the regenerating werewolves, looks at the three she charmed... decides that maybe, a strategic retreat is in order, aaaaand jogs to catch up with her.

At which point, Elsword will simply lift her over his shoulder like a bag of luggage and gun it toward the inn.]

[amhran]

[ The sonorous sounds of her Harp strapped around her back, continue with its melody. Caoimhe adjusts herself listening to what Rennuid had said, making herself attentive to the scenario around her.

Unfortunately, she is not aware of what is going on outside of the sounds she heres and as Rennuid tells her where to go. She is caught up in a short conversation with Elsword- of which the scene now moves to her being carried away, ]

W-Wait Rennuid!? Where are they?

[ Swiftly she is carried off into the Inn -- - tied to this thread. ]

[simplicitas]

[It's honestly just a lot of back and forth yelling out here. "Do something about the wolves regenerating" and "can you blot out the moon" and "run" — but he hears Rennuid's answer come before he can respond, and so he doesn't bother. He doesn't understand the language, but it must be some sort of affirmation.

Into the inn they go, where Elsword sets her down on her own two feet again just as he slams the doors shut behind him.]

[amhran]

[ Caoimhe is more or less slammed onto the ground with a proper adjustment on her part to make sure she was balanced. She looks over at the door and then grimaces when she hears something pound on it. ]

Should we block it off - I? Oh... Rennuid...