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Event Six.
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Your first choice should always be to run Otherwise you had better hope You have silver bullets in a gun. | |
Welcome to Awash's sixth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. | |
he full moon hangs brightly over the Town, hovering so low that it almost feels as though you could reach out and touch it. It should be comforting.[The voice is familiar, and Keith doesn't hesitate to listen. Yusuke is someone he trusts enough that he has no reason at all to doubt him. So he darts right as instructed, turning to glance back and see--
What is he seeing here, Yusuke???
Sword still up, still on the ready, but he's watching those snowy blasts with fascination. Huh. Handy.]
What is he seeing here, Yusuke???
Sword still up, still on the ready, but he's watching those snowy blasts with fascination. Huh. Handy.]
...
[What. What are those.
They're moving. Hunk's staring, his mouth falling open as his brain decides to pipe up and comment that tetanus was probably not his biggest concern after all.]
Keith, you've... uh. You've got ears. And-- [Holy quiznak his hands oh god is he turning into one of those werewolves? There's a jerk of nerves right in his stomach, worry just... intensifying. So much for being soothed by his stress baking.]
[What. What are those.
They're moving. Hunk's staring, his mouth falling open as his brain decides to pipe up and comment that tetanus was probably not his biggest concern after all.]
Keith, you've... uh. You've got ears. And-- [Holy quiznak his hands oh god is he turning into one of those werewolves? There's a jerk of nerves right in his stomach, worry just... intensifying. So much for being soothed by his stress baking.]
[Magic, Keith. Or, well. Abilities.
There's a figure looming behind Yusuke, floating (entirely supernatural), as he directs another icy blast, freezing it onto the werewolf's hind leg to slow it down. This done he nods once, tightly, in approval and looks quickly toward Keith.]
Now-- [GO FOR IT KEITH he slowed it down.]
There's a figure looming behind Yusuke, floating (entirely supernatural), as he directs another icy blast, freezing it onto the werewolf's hind leg to slow it down. This done he nods once, tightly, in approval and looks quickly toward Keith.]
Now-- [GO FOR IT KEITH he slowed it down.]
Edited 2018-06-18 01:27 (UTC)
[ well he’s doing BAD
even for guren, dextera doesn’t answer immediately, which is a sign of just how far he’s retreated into himself after the events of this week. he overextended himself in the beginning, trying to help, and now he regrets not hiding from day one. ]
…
[ he can’t just yell at guren through the door, though. he opens it just enough to see his visitor, and then shakes his head.
he wants to see guren, but he… ]
even for guren, dextera doesn’t answer immediately, which is a sign of just how far he’s retreated into himself after the events of this week. he overextended himself in the beginning, trying to help, and now he regrets not hiding from day one. ]
…
[ he can’t just yell at guren through the door, though. he opens it just enough to see his visitor, and then shakes his head.
he wants to see guren, but he… ]
I wouldn't be surprised. [Though Izuku reaches over to brush her shoulder in a fleeting, reassuring touch, he doesn't take his eyes off of the line of trees before them.]
We'll just have to back each other up. [His mind's already racing, thinking of a plan.] I'm not completely sure yet, but if they're bipedal and there's a full moon, then I think--they're not normal wolves. Werewolves? I remember reading about them in the library when I was doing research for the bestiary. If that's what they are, then we need to keep our distance. According to the stories, if you get bitten by one, you turn into one yourself. [He mumbles to himself for a few seconds before speaking up again.] If any of them try to get into the town, you can float up some debris and rocks that I can launch at them with my wind pressure. What do you think?
We'll just have to back each other up. [His mind's already racing, thinking of a plan.] I'm not completely sure yet, but if they're bipedal and there's a full moon, then I think--they're not normal wolves. Werewolves? I remember reading about them in the library when I was doing research for the bestiary. If that's what they are, then we need to keep our distance. According to the stories, if you get bitten by one, you turn into one yourself. [He mumbles to himself for a few seconds before speaking up again.] If any of them try to get into the town, you can float up some debris and rocks that I can launch at them with my wind pressure. What do you think?
Edited 2018-06-18 01:46 (UTC)
[The reaction seems involuntary. Damian, tense, recoils just a little against the tree behind. Again, both ears fold back in the fur, and he lowers his head. A part of him screams to take a bite out of Dextera. Bite before being bitten. Taste the blood and the flesh on his tongue.
Another part reminds him Dextera is his... friend. The one with the chickens--he can smell them, right? The gently and quiet one who told him D and Bird for Damian.
The teeth, clenched together, shine when his lips pull back. One clawed hand digs a handful of dirt, the other a handful of bark and splinters, rattling the chains. In a rough voice, he growls:]
Do it.
Another part reminds him Dextera is his... friend. The one with the chickens--he can smell them, right? The gently and quiet one who told him D and Bird for Damian.
The teeth, clenched together, shine when his lips pull back. One clawed hand digs a handful of dirt, the other a handful of bark and splinters, rattling the chains. In a rough voice, he growls:]
Do it.
...Sorry.
[That's open enough. He slides his foot right in, one hand on the door and the other on the frame. No matter how strong Dextera is, Guren doesn't think he can physically hold him out.
He's forcing his way in.]
You don't get to say no. I'll show you I'm not bit anywhere, if you really want, but staying on your own like this is just going to make you upset.
[That's open enough. He slides his foot right in, one hand on the door and the other on the frame. No matter how strong Dextera is, Guren doesn't think he can physically hold him out.
He's forcing his way in.]
You don't get to say no. I'll show you I'm not bit anywhere, if you really want, but staying on your own like this is just going to make you upset.
[The second that scream splits the air, Greed is on the move.
Of course he is. Not because he's a hero or cares about Sora's life or anything like that, but because Sora, by simple virtue of existing within proximity of Greed, is his. And that scream was a sound of pain, and nothing is allowed to reduce the value of something that's his.
So: blood splatters and fire flares, and the werewolf has only a few seconds to stare warily at Sora before Greed leaps between them. With a disbelieving scoff he glares down at it-- and then, with absolutely no hesitation or mercy, swings his left hand, his claws curled in an offensive position. The hardened nails sink deep into flesh, tearing through the wolf's throat, and Greed grunts in satisfaction as hot blood sprays over him and the corpse slumps down on the ground.
Then he turns, idly shaking his hand to get off some of the excess blood.]
Hey. You all right?
Of course he is. Not because he's a hero or cares about Sora's life or anything like that, but because Sora, by simple virtue of existing within proximity of Greed, is his. And that scream was a sound of pain, and nothing is allowed to reduce the value of something that's his.
So: blood splatters and fire flares, and the werewolf has only a few seconds to stare warily at Sora before Greed leaps between them. With a disbelieving scoff he glares down at it-- and then, with absolutely no hesitation or mercy, swings his left hand, his claws curled in an offensive position. The hardened nails sink deep into flesh, tearing through the wolf's throat, and Greed grunts in satisfaction as hot blood sprays over him and the corpse slumps down on the ground.
Then he turns, idly shaking his hand to get off some of the excess blood.]
Hey. You all right?
[It just so happens that Izuku himself is looking for a plant, as well, and doesn't see Yusuke there until--well, actually, he hears him first. He pauses mid-step, nearly falling over in his surprise.]
Sorry! I didn't know you were there. [He's obviously distressed--but apparently not enough so to miss that they're both out here looking for something.] Wait--are you... um, looking for a plant of some kind?
Sorry! I didn't know you were there. [He's obviously distressed--but apparently not enough so to miss that they're both out here looking for something.] Wait--are you... um, looking for a plant of some kind?
[Though Izuku hasn't quite been out there as long as Maya has, it's been hours for him, too, and it's probably a good thing that he stumbles upon her now. At least if they're suffering, they can suffer together.]
What are you looking for, Amano-san? [Up close, he looks terrible, like he hasn't slept at all--because that's exactly what happened.]
What are you looking for, Amano-san? [Up close, he looks terrible, like he hasn't slept at all--because that's exactly what happened.]
I. first night
II. knuckle sandwich (cw: violence/blood/wolf teeth getting knocked out)
III. studying, since it's a great time to be doing that
IV. wildcard!
[ It's awful enough that their only understanding of wolves comes from fairytales, but to see so many just come out of the woods out of nowhere... it's shocking. And Cairngorm may not be made of flesh, but that doesn't mean they aren't capable of angering these beasts, which seems to be the case in the current moment. ]
Get off!! Get off me!!!
[ They're already on the ground, squawking and very visibly freaked out, since their arm is fully within the jaws of one of these wolves. Maybe you think they're getting eaten alive, but on further inspection, they seem more grossed out than afraid, trying to yank away their arm while fearlessly pushing away at the wolves face with their free hand. ]
II. knuckle sandwich (cw: violence/blood/wolf teeth getting knocked out)
[ Maybe you're on the opposite end of things, getting attacked by a wolf yourself, or maybe one is stalking you that you didn't notice. Either way, before the wolf can snap it's jaws at you, there's a resounding crack followed by a howl of pain, a clatter of a few canines falling into the dirt at your feet.
Cairngorm just shakes their fist out after delivering the punch, watching as the wolf recoils a few feet away, before turning to you directly. And more belatedly, making a very 'this is so nasty' expression at the teeth littering the floor. ]
Are you hurt? It didn't bite you already, did it.
[ They can't give you the look of concern they want to, since they're busy keeping an eye on that wolf slowly getting up from getting decked... ]
III. studying, since it's a great time to be doing that
[ As the week progresses, paranoia settles in and increasingly, it becomes their priority to avoid any contact with anyone that could be perceived as a threat. Which of course, leads them to want to read more about the topic, so they can better deal with future encounters - or better yet, evade wolves completely. There's a large stack in their arms while they exit the library - that is, before they knock right into you, titles like Little Red Riding Hood, Peter and the Wolf, and A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing scattering across the ground.
They seem immediately on guard, as if expecting you to be an enemy, before just crouching down to pick up the books hurriedly... surprising encounters like this are more nerve-wracking the more the week goes on. ]
Watch where you're going. I almost struck you out of surprise.
IV. wildcard!
( cairn won't get bitten, but i'm good with any other prompts!! )
I'd normally suggest flint, but I am not sure everyone here would know how to use it nor am I sure where we could find enough.
[He was realizing quickly that things that were common knowledge to him were outdated to most others and as such, not something they had practise with.]
Perhaps we can keep torches lit nearby. It would also help others see where these piles have been set up. If we soak some cloth in oil the torches will be able to burn longer.
[Cloth and wood were things they had in abundance, after all.]
That could help... but someone mentioned to me that some people might not know how to use them.
[She lets out a sigh, brows furrowing.]
This would be so much easier if we had things like lighters or whatever.
[She lets out a sigh, brows furrowing.]
This would be so much easier if we had things like lighters or whatever.
[Cloth and oil-- oh.]
That's a great idea! I didn't even think of that.
[She looks at Mahmut from over her stick bundle, beaming in delight. As long as they were keeping the perimeter under watch, people could maintain the torches too.]
You're really smart!
That's a great idea! I didn't even think of that.
[She looks at Mahmut from over her stick bundle, beaming in delight. As long as they were keeping the perimeter under watch, people could maintain the torches too.]
You're really smart!
A; our mother has been absent;
Fuck off!
[So comes the shout from Ruga, as a large man stands in the frame of his doorway and lands a solid kick in a wolf's ribcage. He seems more irritated than frightened or angry, like he's dealing with a bunch of rats instead of a group of wolves who seem hungry for his blood.
See, this was fun at first. He enjoyed the exercise, the adrenaline rush, all of it. Super fun! But then the wolves had come the next night, and the next, and honestly, he's just tired? He wants to crawl into bed with Ling and not bother with any of this fairy tale bullshit.
But the wolves are, quite literally, at his doorstep, so what choice does he have? He's good at fighting, but they're starting to attack in twos and threes, so maybe lend him a hand?]
B; ever since we founded rome;
[It's not like he's actually looking for a cure. He'd come out to the woods in the vague hopes of finding the source of these wolves, but the moment he'd come in a thought had popped into his head.
Skeletal thorn, it had said, bold and bright and impossible to ignore, beamed into his thoughts from god only knows where.
So that's weird.
But! He'd learned his lesson from the last time he'd disobeyed this town. So Greed sighs and shoves his hands into his pockets and glances around, looking for this stupid plant. Trouble is, he's absolute shit at the outdoors, so a lot of this involves staring down incredulously at various plants. His shield is up all the way from his jawline to his toes, but other than that precaution, he doesn't seem to be all that worried about the werewolves.
Even if the howls around him are getting closer . . . but surely he won't see anyone he knows within the pack, right? Hopefully not, because the first thing to leap at him is getting a solid backhand.]
C; but there's gonna be a party when the wolf comes home;
[On the one hand: definitely found the plant! Or at least, he assumes as such. It's a giant-ass thorn on a thorny vine, so like. Clearly thorns are involved, it's called skeletal thorn, he's gonna just assume it's this. He's pretty careful about picking it off the vine, because he might heal quick but he doesn't actually enjoy getting hurt, but even the most graceful people have accidents at some point or another.
There's a soft hiss of irritation, and then, a few moments later, a loud curse as he stumbles and falls flat on his ass.]
What the fuck!
Fuck off!
[So comes the shout from Ruga, as a large man stands in the frame of his doorway and lands a solid kick in a wolf's ribcage. He seems more irritated than frightened or angry, like he's dealing with a bunch of rats instead of a group of wolves who seem hungry for his blood.
See, this was fun at first. He enjoyed the exercise, the adrenaline rush, all of it. Super fun! But then the wolves had come the next night, and the next, and honestly, he's just tired? He wants to crawl into bed with Ling and not bother with any of this fairy tale bullshit.
But the wolves are, quite literally, at his doorstep, so what choice does he have? He's good at fighting, but they're starting to attack in twos and threes, so maybe lend him a hand?]
B; ever since we founded rome;
[It's not like he's actually looking for a cure. He'd come out to the woods in the vague hopes of finding the source of these wolves, but the moment he'd come in a thought had popped into his head.
Skeletal thorn, it had said, bold and bright and impossible to ignore, beamed into his thoughts from god only knows where.
So that's weird.
But! He'd learned his lesson from the last time he'd disobeyed this town. So Greed sighs and shoves his hands into his pockets and glances around, looking for this stupid plant. Trouble is, he's absolute shit at the outdoors, so a lot of this involves staring down incredulously at various plants. His shield is up all the way from his jawline to his toes, but other than that precaution, he doesn't seem to be all that worried about the werewolves.
Even if the howls around him are getting closer . . . but surely he won't see anyone he knows within the pack, right? Hopefully not, because the first thing to leap at him is getting a solid backhand.]
C; but there's gonna be a party when the wolf comes home;
[On the one hand: definitely found the plant! Or at least, he assumes as such. It's a giant-ass thorn on a thorny vine, so like. Clearly thorns are involved, it's called skeletal thorn, he's gonna just assume it's this. He's pretty careful about picking it off the vine, because he might heal quick but he doesn't actually enjoy getting hurt, but even the most graceful people have accidents at some point or another.
There's a soft hiss of irritation, and then, a few moments later, a loud curse as he stumbles and falls flat on his ass.]
What the fuck!
[ dextera tries to keep guren out, but maybe he’s not really trying as hard as should be expected—guren easily forces his way in, and dextera cowers away from him. ]
Stay back.
[ signed, quickly. he can’t help it—no matter how many times he tells himself guren is safe, his mind is filled with the paranoia that anyone could be one of those monsters.
his hands are shaking. ]
Stay back.
[ signed, quickly. he can’t help it—no matter how many times he tells himself guren is safe, his mind is filled with the paranoia that anyone could be one of those monsters.
his hands are shaking. ]
I can't do that.
[He shuts the door behind him, and it hurts to see Dextera this way. Of course it does. But he can't blame him. He lifts both of his hands, showing them front and back as he steps closer.]
Look. No claws. No sharp teeth. The moon is out but I don't have a single sign that something is wrong.
[His steps forward are slow, at least.] What do I have to do to put you at ease?
[He shuts the door behind him, and it hurts to see Dextera this way. Of course it does. But he can't blame him. He lifts both of his hands, showing them front and back as he steps closer.]
Look. No claws. No sharp teeth. The moon is out but I don't have a single sign that something is wrong.
[His steps forward are slow, at least.] What do I have to do to put you at ease?
[ He hesitates, and so does she. There's a part of her that thinks--hopes--that maybe, just maybe, she can get through to him. Aqua doesn't summon her keyblade just yet, but she holds her hands up. ]
Sora? Can you understand me?
[ Please understand me, she begs silently. Not him. Not Sora. He can't... ]
Sora? Can you understand me?
[ Please understand me, she begs silently. Not him. Not Sora. He can't... ]
I. NIGHT TWO
[ Lupin's a night owl, and no stranger to the streets of Chroma at night. He's quick to notice the newcomer lurking on the fringes of the forest - in fact, he might be one of the first people to see it. But he's swift, and slick, and confident enough to come out again on the second night. He's Arsène Lupin, the peerless gentleman thief of Paris - and he's fended off vampires (and vampire hunters) before. How bad could a pack of werewolves be?
Worse than he expected, apparently. He'd intended to simply go out to assess the situation. Instead, anyone in the vicinity of Ruga will almost definitely hear a loud snarl, followed by a muffled (human) grunt and a soft explosion. Lupin's up on the crumbling awning of one of the buildings overlooking a gloomy side street; below him, a thick layer of greenish mist floats over the road. The body of a ragged, red-furred werewolf is laying motionless on the ground - but it has blood on its muzzle, and it's easy to see Lupin holding his side. ]
... Whew. That was a close one.
II. HAHA JUST KIDDING IT WAS TOO CLOSE
[ the following day, however, it becomes obvious that it was more than too close. When the sun starts to set, he walks out, which is normal enough. He's been feeling restless all day - something he's blamed on his injury from the other night. He figures a walk would do him well. But...
a. ... It does him less well when he finds himself zoning out, thinking about how hungry he is, only to come back to his senses with one of the geese captured last month in his hands. It's green and hissing and has a horrible yautja mouth full of teeth, but that seems not to bother him - at least, not enough for him to keep it away from his mouth. He's three inches away from sinking his teeth into a wriggling goose-neck - then, suddenly, he realizes what he's doing, and drops the perturbed animal with a confused yelp.
Please tell him you didn't see that.
b. ... If you have chickens, chocobos, or any other animal, you might find you have a thief on your hands as the sun sinks lower and lower! Lupin is usually really sneaky, but he's not exactly in control of all of his faculties, so he's making what he would certainly call "rookie mistakes." Feel free to catch a man in a top hat trying to make off with one of your animal companions.
c. ... When the moon finally sets and the night starts in earnest, he loses control of himself completely. The creature is only recognizable as Lupin because of the clothes it wears; his handsome features are completely removed, replaced with a bizarre approximation of a monstrous wolf's head on a man's body. His mind is so far gone that the pain of the transformation doesn't even register when it happens.
He's not a very big werewolf - not much bigger than he was as a person - but he is very fast, and clever, too. His appetite is much bigger than his frame would suggest, unfortunately. He'll be stalking Ruga for the most part, but venturing into other districts, as well, lurking in the shadows and on rooftops. ]
III. MORNING
[ the next day...... Lupin is laying on his face in the middle of the road between Ruga and Bluo, looking worse for wear. He's not moving, actually, and appears to have quite a few injuries on him, although they're mostly bruises. If you watch closely, you can see that he's breathing, but he certainly doesn't seem to be awake.
Maybe that's not a good place to take a nap. ]
IV. WILDCARD
[ After this, Lupin will be spending the week chained in his basement by choice. Feel free to come visit him!! He needs food/drink/company very badly, thank you. ]
[ Lupin's a night owl, and no stranger to the streets of Chroma at night. He's quick to notice the newcomer lurking on the fringes of the forest - in fact, he might be one of the first people to see it. But he's swift, and slick, and confident enough to come out again on the second night. He's Arsène Lupin, the peerless gentleman thief of Paris - and he's fended off vampires (and vampire hunters) before. How bad could a pack of werewolves be?
Worse than he expected, apparently. He'd intended to simply go out to assess the situation. Instead, anyone in the vicinity of Ruga will almost definitely hear a loud snarl, followed by a muffled (human) grunt and a soft explosion. Lupin's up on the crumbling awning of one of the buildings overlooking a gloomy side street; below him, a thick layer of greenish mist floats over the road. The body of a ragged, red-furred werewolf is laying motionless on the ground - but it has blood on its muzzle, and it's easy to see Lupin holding his side. ]
... Whew. That was a close one.
II. HAHA JUST KIDDING IT WAS TOO CLOSE
[ the following day, however, it becomes obvious that it was more than too close. When the sun starts to set, he walks out, which is normal enough. He's been feeling restless all day - something he's blamed on his injury from the other night. He figures a walk would do him well. But...
a. ... It does him less well when he finds himself zoning out, thinking about how hungry he is, only to come back to his senses with one of the geese captured last month in his hands. It's green and hissing and has a horrible yautja mouth full of teeth, but that seems not to bother him - at least, not enough for him to keep it away from his mouth. He's three inches away from sinking his teeth into a wriggling goose-neck - then, suddenly, he realizes what he's doing, and drops the perturbed animal with a confused yelp.
Please tell him you didn't see that.
b. ... If you have chickens, chocobos, or any other animal, you might find you have a thief on your hands as the sun sinks lower and lower! Lupin is usually really sneaky, but he's not exactly in control of all of his faculties, so he's making what he would certainly call "rookie mistakes." Feel free to catch a man in a top hat trying to make off with one of your animal companions.
c. ... When the moon finally sets and the night starts in earnest, he loses control of himself completely. The creature is only recognizable as Lupin because of the clothes it wears; his handsome features are completely removed, replaced with a bizarre approximation of a monstrous wolf's head on a man's body. His mind is so far gone that the pain of the transformation doesn't even register when it happens.
He's not a very big werewolf - not much bigger than he was as a person - but he is very fast, and clever, too. His appetite is much bigger than his frame would suggest, unfortunately. He'll be stalking Ruga for the most part, but venturing into other districts, as well, lurking in the shadows and on rooftops. ]
III. MORNING
[ the next day...... Lupin is laying on his face in the middle of the road between Ruga and Bluo, looking worse for wear. He's not moving, actually, and appears to have quite a few injuries on him, although they're mostly bruises. If you watch closely, you can see that he's breathing, but he certainly doesn't seem to be awake.
Maybe that's not a good place to take a nap. ]
IV. WILDCARD
[ After this, Lupin will be spending the week chained in his basement by choice. Feel free to come visit him!! He needs food/drink/company very badly, thank you. ]
[ guren is right. there’s nothing about him that looks lupine in the least, and dextera trusted him anyway without seeing it—it’s just hard to reconcile his heart and mind, like this.
he shakes his head, wrapping his arms around himself. he can’t stop shaking, and he’s terrified of his own violent thoughts of getting a group together to go stop the beasts once and for all.
protect the town. ]
…
[ he exhales, looking up at guren. every now and then, there’s a nervous twitch of his fingers, or a wild glint in his eyes like a trapped animal. he’s having a bad time. ]
I hate them.
[ they’re his friends, he knows—he knows, but he can’t make himself stop. ]
he shakes his head, wrapping his arms around himself. he can’t stop shaking, and he’s terrified of his own violent thoughts of getting a group together to go stop the beasts once and for all.
protect the town. ]
…
[ he exhales, looking up at guren. every now and then, there’s a nervous twitch of his fingers, or a wild glint in his eyes like a trapped animal. he’s having a bad time. ]
I hate them.
[ they’re his friends, he knows—he knows, but he can’t make himself stop. ]
[ zelda has been coming out at night to pray. she had already faced a werewolf or too, and learned her power had been effective in driving them off. as such her duty is clear. and while she is dressed in a simple white gown, she carries her bow strapped to her back, just in case...
and as she walks she feels the presence of something watching her, a chill through her skin, paranoia and fear. ]
Who's out there? ...Show yourself!
and as she walks she feels the presence of something watching her, a chill through her skin, paranoia and fear. ]
Who's out there? ...Show yourself!
(color)
I do. Or at least I will soon enough. I don't know how, but I woke up today knowing where to find it in the forest.
I do. Or at least I will soon enough. I don't know how, but I woke up today knowing where to find it in the forest.
[ that’s a relief, and dextera visibly relaxes when yusuke clarifies that it’s fake. it doesn’t look like a wolf tail, even in this lighting, but it’s hard not to see everything as a potential sign of danger.
he nods. ]
Why are you here?
[ he never pegged yusuke to be the kind of person to fight. ]
he nods. ]
Why are you here?
[ he never pegged yusuke to be the kind of person to fight. ]
It's because they're not themselves.
[Guren steps closer still, reaching out slowly, putting his hands on Dextera's shoulders, testing.]
Vampires are exactly the same. You lose your sense of self, your humanity, and all you want to do is feed. It's horrible.
[Guren steps closer still, reaching out slowly, putting his hands on Dextera's shoulders, testing.]
Vampires are exactly the same. You lose your sense of self, your humanity, and all you want to do is feed. It's horrible.
[Of course Guren is here. These werewolves seem just like a different type of vampire, honestly, and he's prepared to fight that. He runs his sword through the wolf on top of Caringorm, and that's enough to get it to release them.
Whether it's that they're grossed out or getting hurt, it doesn't matter. Guren slices through the beast and the curse that he places inside of it makes it seemingly dissolve into the air.]
Are you alright?
Whether it's that they're grossed out or getting hurt, it doesn't matter. Guren slices through the beast and the curse that he places inside of it makes it seemingly dissolve into the air.]
Are you alright?
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