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Event Six.

If you see this hairy creature
Your first choice should always be to run
Otherwise you had better hope
You have silver bullets in a gun.

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.

But as the howl of wolves fills the air, it's anything but.

There are werewolves on the prowl, and their target is very clear -- the Town won't be able to last without your help.

Welcome to Awash's sixth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post.

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[ dextera would not have preferred it, actually, but it’s not that he’s bothered by the sight at all—which is strange in itself, but this is exactly the kind of thing he’s been planning for. (the sight of blood disgusts him as equally as it makes his heart beat faster, and there’s a strange but familiar feeling of intrigued nausea, at the way crowley rips the poor animal apart.) ]

…

[ slowly, he shakes his head, and he makes a nasty offering of his own—a plump, fresh deer heart, drawn out of his pocket. it’s clean of any fabric pickings, which probably means he at least had it in a bag! yum! ]

[ Dex... always thinking ahead.

Crowley catches the change of heart rate, but that doesn't entice him to stride forward. No, rather, it's the glimpse of the heart that has him blinking thrice, tail (annoyingly) swishing back and forth at the sight of food.

But he remains calm, approaching with a careful eye. ]

So what... did you come out here to help us out?

[ dextera nods. guren is always telling him to be careful, to watch himself, because they don’t know how death works—and even if crowley works for him, it feels unlikely to dextera that guren would have mentioned dextera. so he assumes they’re working on even footing.

or at least as even as it can get, between their respective selves. ]

…?

[ he extends the heart, taking a cautious step forward. it’s still beating, though it’s beginning to slow the longer it stays out of the body. ]

[ There's something in the air that Crowley indicates is both a mix of fear and curiosity -- more so the latter, as Dextera makes no signs of wanting to immediately retreat as he steps forward. Crowley cuts the distance between them, reaching out and grabbing the still beating heart a little too tightly. Fingers curling into the muscle and causing blood to spill into the palm of the others hand, plucking it from his grasp and bringing it closer to him.

And just begins to eat it casually. ]

You don't have to do all this, y'know.

[ the weirder part of an already weird situation is that dextera licks away the blood that spills over his wrist—a nasty, ingrained habit from all the hearts he himself has eaten before. the more blood he gets in his mouth, the better. ]

You’re hungry.

[ he wipes his mouth off, on the collar of his shirt. ]

Safer to eat.

Do you take me as a fool?

[ His eyes go half-lidded, mild irritation evident as his brows furrow. ]

I know how to control myself, even if there's difference between being a vampire and a wolf. It'd be embarrassing if I let myself go out of control just because I got a little furry.

…

[ dextera would normally flinch away from a comment like that, but perhaps it’s the fact that all of him is scared that keeps him from shying away because someone said something mean. ]

Safer. Better. [ he insists it, now. ] Hunger hurts.

For you all, I know. [ He's making a straight jab at those who were fortunate enough to not have been bit. ] The rest of us are just an inconvenience now, eh? I wonder what you're all going to do~ Band together and put us in cages? Or maybe you'll just get tired and kill us all off?

[ That is going completely off topic from hunger or food. To say that Crowley was slightly miffed over the fact that he had to go through this at all would be an understatement. Though he neither lashes out (physically) at Dex, so there's a plus side to this... at least? ]

If you do the latter, at least make sure you guys kill me quickly and don't drag it on. I hate being in pain.

[ …it’s not the worst he’s ever heard. his conviction remains strong, though he’s reminded of all the times he himself has lashed out, and got an odd kind of understanding in return. no one likes to be hurt—except for a select few—but when everyone is suffering it’s almost part and parcel of the town. ]

I want to help.

[ why else would he come out here, covered in blood and animal stank? ]

Do you want to be helped?

[ Finishing the remainder of the deer heart, Crowley uses his thumb to lap up any blood on the corners of his mouth. The question is met with a blink of his eyes that hold a certain, almost childish, glint -- suddenly going wide and curious, tail wagging from side to side to give evidence to his excitement. His entire demeanor seems to change instantly, and Crowley doesn't bother to play coy with his answer: ]

Of course.

[ UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I HATE WRITING THISSSSSSS I HATE CROWLEY'S JUST GONNA CASUALLY corner Dex like he would an animal. It should be fairly easy, at least that is how the werepie imagines as he closes the distance between them and places heavy hands on the other's shoulders. ] I'm still hungry, after all. [ And he's just gonna... push him to the ground using his weight. ] And you smell good enough to eat~

[ dextera’s heartrate kicks up, but because he’s the way that he is, he doesn’t fight it. he knows that crowley isn’t just a vampire right now, he’s a werewolf as well and that’s far more dangerous with the way the disease spreads, and yet… dextera yields.

he always yields, no matter how much he’s warned to try to stick up for himself. ]

…

[ is it going to work in his favor that he’s not running away? who knows! he’s stupid! he does place his hands on crowley’s chest, though—not pushing him off, just holding his hands there. waiting for something. ]

[ It's better this way, at least for Crowley -- working against Dex in every way as he finally takes the opportunity to push the other man onto the ground. Kneeling down on top of him as a hand manages to worm its way to his throat, pinning him down.

He made a baaaaaaaaad mistake. ]

Don't struggle, it'll hurt a hell of a lot more if you do.

[ dextera already knows he’s physically weaker than crowley. that was never a question—but he’s also got the power of god ~~and anime~~ on his side, which means that he could kill crowley in a pinch if he had to.

but he doesn’t want to. he doesn’t like to kill, to get violent, even if he put himself in this situation by doing just that with an animal. ]

Hh—

[ he’s scared. no matter how calm he acts, he can’t hide that, and his fingers tighten into the fabric at crowley’s chest as he tries to turn his head away.

crowley might notice an unnatural heat, like the sting of a wasp, where dextera’s hands are resting, however. ]

[ That fear only adds to Crowley's hunger even more. As if teasing him, tempting him to sink his teeth into Dextera's neck without any second thoughts -- but there's something more primal to each and every one of his thoughts. Wanting to watch as the fear surfaces, unraveling into a monster that's far too similar to when he had first became a vampire and nearly starved himself.

He does notice the heat against his chest, but does he care?

Of course not. ]

Good boy. Stay just like that for a little while longer.

[ However, there still remains a more coherent part of him despite everything. Perhaps the memory of being a vampire is what saves him from outright tearing into the man as if he were startled rabbit, twitching with a desire for blood more so than flesh. But that would require biting him. If he bit him -- ]

Damn it, why are you like this? [ There's strain to his voice, as there is evidence of him having to physically and mentally reel himself back tracing across the features of his face. ] Act like that and anyone without a sense of control will wanna bite right into you, then who's gonna help us?

[ holy shit ]

Ah—

[ dextera’s breath rushes out so quickly he actually makes a sound, and the heat against crowley’s chest is snuffed out before he has to go any further than that. he knows better than to let his guard down completely, but he can see that crowley has at least somewhat reined himself in—for now.

for now, he reminds himself, and he has to remember that it’s probably not permanent for as long as he’s scared and vulnerable and prone underneath crowley’s weight.

he was going to help crowley, though, before it got to this point. his body is trembling with adrenaline, his pupils blown wide, and why are you like this is a valid question when “like this” looks a whole lot like his fear is mixed up with attraction, too. he yields to strength. he always has. ]

I’ll help.

[ he doesn’t have much room to sign, but he tries, and maybe crowley can read lips anyway. ]

Don’t bite.

[ If he were unfamiliar with the sensation that hits his chest, perhaps he'd be in a similar situation as Dextera. Trembling, shaking in fear and confusion, but ultimately Crowley has gone through too many nights of being deprived from blood that his reaction is relatively passive in comparison to someone new to the supernatural game -- and, fortunately, that's a good thing.

Still, his fingers seem to twitch as his hand finally leaves the curve of his neck.

The adrenaline rush on the other's end doesn't help. Crowley's desperate it, he wants to eat and tear and kill.

The same hand that was at Dextera's throat is now being lifted up to his own mouth, biting down into the soft pad of muscle and skin connecting to his thumb. Frustrated, he at least falls back enough so that their faces are no longer mere inches apart, but the look in his eyes shows that he needs some kind of response now. ]

[ if crowley is forcing himself to bite his hand to keep calm, then dextera doesn’t need much more consent than that to go ahead and blast him with purity. he would be especially worried about doing this to a vampire if he weren’t sure that he can clear away the werewolf symptoms alone—if nothing else, he can offer a night of reprieve. ]

…

[ he takes a deep, shaking breath and gets himself back up—enough that he’s just crouching in front of crowley, and he places a hand where crowley’s heart should be.

that stinging heat returns, but this time, he forces it into crowley. like a medical treatment, it bites away at those lupine sensibilities without remorse, and he can’t make crowley stop being hungry, but a healthy dose of purification can at least shock his system into less of a desire to sink those fangs into a willing—or not—piece of living meat. ]

[ What comes is a little more than just unexpected. What Crowley predicted was an open, cut palm and blood that he could possibly lap at until he's full, but instead he's greeted by Dextera's hand to his chest and a heat radiating off of his palm. An unusual phenomenon that only continues to head in odd directions -- taking twists and turns similar to the sensation he feels in his chest.

A gasp manages to worm its way out from gritted teeth, clenching his jaw all while the sensations of hunger begins to subside. It's slow, at first, but gradually he can feel every inch of him relax. Breathing only going heavy when his world centers and he can feel himself regain control. ]

[ dextera thinks… he’s safe. or at least as safe as he’s going to get in close quarters with crowley, who is surely immensely powerful but simultaneously too casual to do anything about it. it’s a blessing, but it does mean that dextera needs to be careful all the more at moments like these. ]

…

[ it’s stupid, then, that he moves his hand to touch crowley’s face—but it feels like the right thing to do, not for crowley, but any time he purifies someone like this. it’s what he would want, after that pain.

he craves the contact, more than anyone else. ]

[ The physical contact isn't... bad per se, but definitely isn't expected. However he neither flinches or sucks in a breath of surprise when he recognizes fingers that weren't his own on his face. Wanting to keep his mind blank -- better than having it filled with hunger -- there's hardly much of a response from him at all, initially, only silent breathing and half-lidded eyes.

He tilts his head into Dextera's palm, calmly, as if showing his appreciation before?????? kissing his wrist I guess. ]

Thanks.

[ yeah ]

[ …oh. dextera didn’t exactly expect that, but he watches crowley’s lips move to his wrist, over his pulse, expecting him to bite. when he doesn’t, dextera relaxes. ]

…

[ he nods. anytime, he thinks, but he hopes this isn’t a situation they find themselves in again. every curse must have a cure, and even if the vampirism doesn’t go away, at least the lycanthropy should. ]

Better?

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Event Six.

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i hated writing this tag

what’s crowley’s fursona

you know i've seen a persian cat crowley so that

unexpectedly moe

ruins it

thanks, i love it

NOOOOOOOOOOO DEX

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i don't have icons for this

i’m sorry dextera is this way

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