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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Comments

2/2

[lostpsalm]

_{[ rennuid does not know the words for the moon phases in carseve, which means he cannot make a stupid joke about the moon being full, not new. this is for the best. ]}

How does this one feel?

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[amethystic]

Like my head is on fire and the rest of me is in ice.

[lostpsalm]

This one is very mean.

Maybe... hot water in a big, nn, cup? Person...size, cup? And ice, wrapped to put at the head...

[amethystic]

... A tub?

( she doesn't mind offering words- it reminds her of when she was little, scraping together english like a little goblin. )

... Maybe. It does sound nice...

1/2

[lostpsalm]

_{[ he repeats 'tub' softly to himself, then complains-- ]}

There are too many "jar" words.

2/2

[lostpsalm]

Then, it is to be done. Drink tea until then!

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[amethystic]

Dude, I know. When I was first learning English as a kid- red, read and read? Absolue murder on my comprehension.

( but she smiles a little, before playfully sighing. )

Are you going to draw the bath for me, then? How sweet.

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[lostpsalm]

What is this one's name, to you? I name it 'Carseve.' It is what they speak where most humans live, back home.

--You are in pain. To live together like this... where one body rests, another body rises. Or else every body is... in pain.

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[amethystic]

To me we're speaking English. I was born in a country called Brazil, but I don't... remember the language very well. I left it when I was very young, and had no reason to keep it.

( felicity pauses though, and before he can leave to do just that she reaches out and squeezes his hand in hers. )

I know. So the next time you're feeling ill, come find me so I can take care of you too.

🎀

[lostpsalm]

Ah--

<sub>[ CRIES IN I NEED TO WRITE THAT POST-WOLF SIEGE "VERY UNWELL" TOP LEVEL.. i know what to do for it now

rennuid's hand in hers matches it, in temperature. it's bony and slight, with long, spidery fingers. it jolts, slightly, when she takes it.

...he very lightly squeezes her hand back, a calculated gesture of parting. smiles warmly. ]</sub>

...Okay.