[ dextera’s purification will, at least temporarily, soothe the beast.
he learned this after trying to purify one of the werewolves from outside the town for information—rather than dying, under a gentle enough touch, he could change it back. it makes sense, he supposes. lycanthropy is supposed to be a condition, a twisting of the body and mind, not unlike a baroque in the first place.
so, even without a fully-formed sense of self preservation, dextera defends himself from the people in the town. if he’s attacked, then that blast of light he throws off will hurt, but he’s learning to control it so that it isn’t dangerous.
his hands glow blindingly bright under the unwavering moon, illuminating an expression practically begging for peace. his mouth doesn’t move, but he signs his meaning cautiously. ]
I can help.
ii. HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF (cw blood!)
[ dextera does not want to get bitten, but that doesn’t stop him from doing stupid things that put him in danger. he realizes right away that the primary motivation for the werewolves among his friends is hunger—and so the way he’s decided to protect himself is by in fact putting himself in the line of danger.
he’s “armed,” as much as anyone could call this armed, with a supply of bones and raw meat. it’s not that he enjoys going out into the woods to kill deer, but they have color and flavor, and he’s not actually incompetent at keeping himself safe. plus, it doesn’t hurt for him to eat a few hearts, so it’s really a win/win situation.
feel free to catch him either covered in (now-colorless) animal blood or with a still beating heart in his hand, otherwise, whether he knows your character or not, he’s going to be out late at night trying to keep the werewolves fed. ]
iii. ANYWAY, FUCK THIS
[ near the end of the week, when too many people have turned and paranoia rattles through the town like a disease of its own, dextera is going to be staying inside, huddled up with all five of the chickens to protect them from the hungry beasts. it’s a feathery, clucky mess, but it’s preferable to waking up to find that the coop has been raided by someone.
whether you’re a roommate, a friend, or a werewolf that knows how to use doors and stuff, dextera has nearly gone out of his mind with terror. be gentle. ]
iv. wildcard!
( dextera is not going to be bitten this event, but as it says above, he can help calm the wolves down for anyone who’d like to play with that! alternatively, i am also extremely down to do near-bites, and also anything you throw at me! go forth!! )
no subject
[ dextera’s purification will, at least temporarily, soothe the beast.
he learned this after trying to purify one of the werewolves from outside the town for information—rather than dying, under a gentle enough touch, he could change it back. it makes sense, he supposes. lycanthropy is supposed to be a condition, a twisting of the body and mind, not unlike a baroque in the first place.
so, even without a fully-formed sense of self preservation, dextera defends himself from the people in the town. if he’s attacked, then that blast of light he throws off will hurt, but he’s learning to control it so that it isn’t dangerous.
his hands glow blindingly bright under the unwavering moon, illuminating an expression practically begging for peace. his mouth doesn’t move, but he signs his meaning cautiously. ]
I can help.
[ dextera does not want to get bitten, but that doesn’t stop him from doing stupid things that put him in danger. he realizes right away that the primary motivation for the werewolves among his friends is hunger—and so the way he’s decided to protect himself is by in fact putting himself in the line of danger.
he’s “armed,” as much as anyone could call this armed, with a supply of bones and raw meat. it’s not that he enjoys going out into the woods to kill deer, but they have color and flavor, and he’s not actually incompetent at keeping himself safe. plus, it doesn’t hurt for him to eat a few hearts, so it’s really a win/win situation.
feel free to catch him either covered in (now-colorless) animal blood or with a still beating heart in his hand, otherwise, whether he knows your character or not, he’s going to be out late at night trying to keep the werewolves fed. ]
[ near the end of the week, when too many people have turned and paranoia rattles through the town like a disease of its own, dextera is going to be staying inside, huddled up with all five of the chickens to protect them from the hungry beasts. it’s a feathery, clucky mess, but it’s preferable to waking up to find that the coop has been raided by someone.
whether you’re a roommate, a friend, or a werewolf that knows how to use doors and stuff, dextera has nearly gone out of his mind with terror. be gentle. ]
( dextera is not going to be bitten this event, but as it says above, he can help calm the wolves down for anyone who’d like to play with that! alternatively, i am also extremely down to do near-bites, and also anything you throw at me! go forth!! )