Event Six.

[awashmods]

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. You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[eusford]

I mean, are you surprised? [ Crowley chuckles lightly, it all slowly ending into a drawl as his eyes narrow with something akin to emptiness. More or less not finding any entertainment in the fact that the hunger in his stomach causes such emotional distress to course through him; irritation being the strongest.

He shouldn't be like this. He shouldn't feel anything. ] I'm a bloodsucker, after all, blood and carnage is all that I can think of.

[ When the bottle is thrown at him he brings up his hand, pushing it away from his line of sight and hardly hearing it shatter against the ground before he notices that Guren's gone. Blinking thrice he looks about for Guren, only able to find him based off of scent up in the trees. ]

When'd you learn that trick? Something else you've borrowed?

[swordfucker]

[Honestly, he was half expecting to clip through a tree instead of onto it, so thank god. He's not going to share any of that information, or let that fear shine through. He's confident, pressing that out even as his heartbeat races.]

Sorry, that's a secret.

[He's a little shit, and now that he knows this (sort of) works, he's going to keep using it. But only when necessary. Right now, he's in this tree with some distance. The second Crowley tries to close it, he can use the ability again. It lasts long enough that he should be able to get by alive.

Hopefully.]

Maybe you should learn a few new tricks yourself, doggy. How about "sit?" [Or like, don't bite??

The worst part is he's joking like this while being completely serious in expression and mood? I hate him.]

[eusford]

[ Crowley's ears fall flat on his head, his eyes narrowing as his tail stills behind him with annoyance. ]

You think you're so funny. I'll remember this when it's your turn, smartass. [ His turn for what? Werewolfism? Vampirism? Just join the club already, Guren.

But he is curious, and with that comes a rush of excitement to see this ability work once more. Without much hesitation, he leaps up to close the distance between them. ]

Sorry, but without a collar I'm a wild mutt. I'm no good with orders, you see?

[swordfucker]

So I just need to collar you.

[Guren speaks like he's tough shit, but he's a tense mess when it comes to avoiding Crowley. He's stronger, he's faster, and so Guren isn't sure that this teleporting thing will continue to work. He has to focus, after all, and his focus requires attention and time.

It means that this time, without throwing the bottle as a petty distraction, it takes longer for him to vanish and reappear in a different tree, having to catch one of the branches with a hand to be sure he doesn't slip down between them and fall. He manages smoothly enough, this time.

To make up for that flaw in his system, though, he did slice at the branch that had been holding himself— and now Crowley— up so it falls clean off. He doubts it'll buy him even two seconds.]

i really forgot about how bad this thread is

[eusford]

[ He clicks his tongue the moment Guren disappears, annoyance only really evident when the branch falls and he's sent back to the floor of the forest. Landing on his feet not unlike a cat, Crowley blinks thrice and again finds the human's location by scent -- he's had his blood enough that he's easy to spot, but would he really give chase when it's obvious that it'll take work?

Perhaps if he were of right mind he would. ]

And probably chain me up, but -- [ He places a grip on the tree he had fallen off and just... uproots it... ] You'll need arms for that, no?

[ I am so sorry that this is the first tag I've made since my hiatus. I am so sorry that he's throwing a whole fucking tree at Guren. ]

folds hands under chin and stares straight ahead

[swordfucker]

[That is... a whole ass tree, and Guren can't even shift and prepare to think of teleporting in time to manage. The ground rumbles, he grabs the trunk of his own tree for stability, and then there's another entire tree being thrown at him.

He jumps, but he's still hit, and there's no sass to be said as he falls back down to the forest floor and hits a handful of branches on the way down. Ouch.]

[eusford]

[ It's a whole ass tree. And, yes, Crowley has to mentally punch himself to keep from chasing after it like it's a large stick -- the woes of being a werewolf, he assumes.

Guren falls and he can't help but feel something close to happiness because goddamn was he annoying jumping all over the place. He takes strides forward, cutting the distance between them, but he's certainly not rushing to get there. ]

You think anyone heard that? What's that saying go... something about a tree falling and if people can hear it or something.

[swordfucker]

Shut up...

[God, he's so tired of all of this. You try to check on a vampire and this is what you get. A wolfpire. This is the worst possible combination. It takes some struggling, but Guren pushes himself to try and stand, bleeding a fair amount from somewhere on his head, bruised a few places— a hand presses against his head as it throbs.]

You're annoying.

[But he knows he can't screw around. He really, really doesn't need this werewolf problem, and that's assuming Crowley has the self control right now to stop at that. He tries to focus, and it's even more difficult now, so when he teleports further away this time, it's a little too far off the ground and he sort of falls on his feet and into a stumble against another tree.

Well, at least he can still teleport.]