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middaeg2020-03-07 06:23 pm
finesseblade) wrote in middaeg2020-03-07 06:23 pm
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[Semi-Open] Full Moon Catch-All
Who: Felix & CR
When: The 9th + The Following Days
Where: Blue Lions House
What: Felix's time out in the Wilde has hastened his transformation more than he expected.
Warnings: Possibly some body horror. More warnings as needed.
A. The Full Moon
[ It starts as an ache in his teeth, his nails, his very bones, even.
Felix is attuned to his own moods enough to know that something is off in the days leading up to the full moon, and this month brings with it an entirely different set of challenges from the last. He wheels from one emotional extreme to another fast enough to give himself whiplash—somber and withdrawn one moment, restless and agitated and pacing the floor of the ballroom-turned-training-hall the next.
He's a makeshift training dummy he constructed out of burlap and sandbags, stuffed with straw and nailed to a framework of wooden posts. He thrashes it with a wooden training sword until the burlap starts to fray at the edges and its straw insides scatter across the floor, and then he growls, and he keeps thrashing at it until he hits it hard enough that the dummy splinters and snaps at the base, and the top half collapses with a wooden thunk to the floor.
Weak, Felix thinks, and he growls. The sound comes out like nothing human—an animal's growl, low and bubbling in the back of his throat.
It startles him enough that he drops his training sword, and it hits the ground with a clatter.
Anyone Felix suspects might be about the house this evening receives a message shortly after, brief, blunt, and not at all explanatory. ]
Stay out of the cellar until dawn. The door is locked. Leave it that way.
Sylvain—if you've brought anyone over you plan on seeing a second time? Send them home.
B. The Aftermath
[ In the wake of the full moon and his transformation, Felix finds himself so exhausted he can barely muster the energy to crawl out of bed, much less hold a blade in his hand and go through the motions of his usual morning drills. And he hates it. He's never liked feeling sick, weak, small; he's never liked breaking his routine when he could be practicing, honing his skills, improving his footwork or his technique or whichever aspect of his swordplay he's found lacking on a given day.
He stays confined to his bedroom, door firmly shut, and visitors get little more than a short, sharp, leave me be when they knock. Unfortunately, it comes out more like a weak, raspy croak, because his voice has abandoned him entirely after his change. He knows why. He knows what it'll be like after it returns. He hated that thought, too.
But it's hardly the worst of his changes. There are still other reasons he doesn't want to see anyone, and those reasons are obvious the second anyone dares to crack the door and peak inside. Felix stays curled up in bed, bundled in his blankets, but the creak of a door is all it takes for an ear to flick upward—not a man's ear, but a beast's, tapered sharply to a point and covered in soft, fine black fur, short and new as a month-old puppy's. ]
Did you not hear me? I said leave me be.
C. Wildcard
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When: The 9th + The Following Days
Where: Blue Lions House
What: Felix's time out in the Wilde has hastened his transformation more than he expected.
Warnings: Possibly some body horror. More warnings as needed.
A. The Full Moon
[ It starts as an ache in his teeth, his nails, his very bones, even.
Felix is attuned to his own moods enough to know that something is off in the days leading up to the full moon, and this month brings with it an entirely different set of challenges from the last. He wheels from one emotional extreme to another fast enough to give himself whiplash—somber and withdrawn one moment, restless and agitated and pacing the floor of the ballroom-turned-training-hall the next.
He's a makeshift training dummy he constructed out of burlap and sandbags, stuffed with straw and nailed to a framework of wooden posts. He thrashes it with a wooden training sword until the burlap starts to fray at the edges and its straw insides scatter across the floor, and then he growls, and he keeps thrashing at it until he hits it hard enough that the dummy splinters and snaps at the base, and the top half collapses with a wooden thunk to the floor.
Weak, Felix thinks, and he growls. The sound comes out like nothing human—an animal's growl, low and bubbling in the back of his throat.
It startles him enough that he drops his training sword, and it hits the ground with a clatter.
Anyone Felix suspects might be about the house this evening receives a message shortly after, brief, blunt, and not at all explanatory. ]
Stay out of the cellar until dawn. The door is locked. Leave it that way.
Sylvain—if you've brought anyone over you plan on seeing a second time? Send them home.
B. The Aftermath
[ In the wake of the full moon and his transformation, Felix finds himself so exhausted he can barely muster the energy to crawl out of bed, much less hold a blade in his hand and go through the motions of his usual morning drills. And he hates it. He's never liked feeling sick, weak, small; he's never liked breaking his routine when he could be practicing, honing his skills, improving his footwork or his technique or whichever aspect of his swordplay he's found lacking on a given day.
He stays confined to his bedroom, door firmly shut, and visitors get little more than a short, sharp, leave me be when they knock. Unfortunately, it comes out more like a weak, raspy croak, because his voice has abandoned him entirely after his change. He knows why. He knows what it'll be like after it returns. He hated that thought, too.
But it's hardly the worst of his changes. There are still other reasons he doesn't want to see anyone, and those reasons are obvious the second anyone dares to crack the door and peak inside. Felix stays curled up in bed, bundled in his blankets, but the creak of a door is all it takes for an ear to flick upward—not a man's ear, but a beast's, tapered sharply to a point and covered in soft, fine black fur, short and new as a month-old puppy's. ]
Did you not hear me? I said leave me be.
C. Wildcard
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But that momentary drop in his guard for the sake of lecturing costs him, because a second later, Lorenz takes off like a shot, powered by the force in his cloven hooves.
Felix yelps, a sound half-animal, and swings his blade up to meet the blow. Lorenz hits him hard enough to rattle his blade and his teeth both, and a second later he's flat on his back on the wood floor, breathless and blinking up at the vaulted ceiling trying to figure out what just happened.
And then he draws his forearm across his face and cackles. ]
You're—ha—a quick learner, I'll give you that.
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Naturally. Would you expect less of me?
Here. Being on the ground like that isn't a good look for you, even if you do seem much better than you were a short while ago.
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Please, you earned it. Just don't get used to the sight.
[ Felix takes Lorenz's hand, this time trusting the man's balance on his hooves enough to allow him to pull him upright. When he's on his feet once more, he stoops to pick up his blade.
He may have lost, but he can't say it particularly stings—physically, maybe, but emotionally he's all pleasant surprise and a sense of quiet satisfaction. ]
Remember that move. It will serve you well—particularly when I decide to demand a rematch.
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I will, and I have you to thank for it.
Shall we have a rematch in the future, the next time we have too much energy to work off? That was... invigorating.
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[ And Felix simply nods. He's not one for sweeping bows as part of these exchanges, but he can at least acknowledge the gesture in his own way.
Speaking of which. ]
For now, I'll just offer you a cup of tea. I'm sure we have something in the pantry besides pine needles.