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Aereuer Quests, Full Moon, and Catch-All log [OPEN]

Who: Berserker (Cú Chulainn Alter) and you!
When: Throughout April
Where: Various places
What: All kinds of stuff for the month!
Warnings: See prompts and individual headers for warnings!

[ 1. Meteor Shower ]

[ Few things could awe Berserker. Even the meteors streaking through the sky can't manage it. Frustration, resentment, and even a tinge of sorrow burn in him as brightly as those many lights. Alone on hill just outside the city, the dragon seethes.

Or he thinks he's alone, anyway. Anyone else on that comes to the hill after the feeling hits him is completely ignored for the moment.

Berserker lowers his head, his fists clenched tightly. ]

That should have been me...

[ To be like that star: burning brightly for just a little bit before fading away. ]

[ 2a. Full Moon - Potential NSFW option ]

[ There is a blissful reprieve from the rain as the moons come into full view. Not so blissful are the effects the moons have on his mind. More on edge than usual, Berserker takes to the skies in an attempt to soothe his frayed nerves.

It doesn't work. His wings are fully healed now and allow him to fly, but now everyone he sees seems to be more like prey or something to be sized up. Still in his human form, he lands on a rooftop above a mostly empty street. The first poor soul he sees is now his target. ]

Run...Otherwise I can't guarantee your safety.

[ 3. Wildcard ]

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[As the moon waxes, Diarmuid's powers wane but it's his lower threshold for magical resistance around this time that keeps him so in touch with Berserker's own changes. Though they're already highly attuned to each other, there's even less of a barrier now than any other time of the month. The dragon's agitation is palpable, bleeding into him and his mind more with each passing day and tonight, with the moon full and ripe behind the stormclouds, it's unbearable.

Maybe it was an attempt to clear his head or work out his aggression away from home but Berserker's had been gone for an hour before Diarmuid was on his tail. His pursuit has lead him beyond the Wall, where subtle hints of the wild magic beyond the Outer City's limits slip through. No wonder the driving rain has done little to clear his mind; the closer he gets to both the Wildes and Berserker himself, the harder it is to focus.

The wind howls- all the louder for the lack of tall structures to buffer it- knocking back Diarmuid's hood as he rounds a corner. Up until quite recently, the building he's taking shelter by must have been a general store of sorts; while it's mostly been ransacked, tins and bottles glint with every flash of lightning through busted windows. With one hand, Diarmuid scrapes his hair back from his face and peers harder into the gloom.

There-]

Cú? Cú, what the hell are you doing?

[His voice, at least, is clear and crisp enough to avoid being stolen away by the wind.]

[ He had fled the city without a word. The growing agitation only meant his control on his instincts had slipped -- not completely, but close to it. The only thing he could focus on was getting distance between himself and his Bonded. In this state, he's a danger to them and he'd never forgive himself if he harmed them.

Maybe it's his Bond with Trevor that set him off so badly and made it worse; two monsters meant that they fed off of the feral energy between them. They're both balanced with two witches, but...No matter what it is, Berserker wants to be alone.

His instincts take him out of the city. The only words ringing in his mind are hunt...The driving rain didn't stop him, though it did slow him. They had to be prey out there he could hunt...Later. Berserker manages to get control over his senses long enough to take refuge, but he knows it's a losing battle.

Diarmuid's presence sets him on edge. No...He came out here to get away, to protect him. The dragon's form, soaked to the bone, can only be seen in the brief flashes of light. His growl, however, is loud enough to be heard over the din of the storm.

He lowers himself down, bottles clattering to the floor as his tail twitches in agitation. Another flash of lightning and he's closer to the Lancer. ]

Why are you here? [ There's an unmistakable guttural edge to his voice. ] Go...Before something happens.

[ Each word is strained as he struggles against the moons' pull. ]

[On the surface, nothing has changed about him and yet everything about him seems transformed; he's more bestial, barely controlled ferality creeping into every snarl of his voice and movement. He hunkers to the ground like a corner predator- or, perhaps, one just waiting to strike. It's a stance Diarmuid knows well and yet he advances, picking through the shattered windows and out of the rain.

Another burst of lightning casts Berserker in stark white, catching the hostile arch of his wings and wild eyes. By contrast, the witch stays calm, not letting the spike in his own emotions and senses show in his voice; this might be a shared kind of madness but he's determined to stay in control, if not for his own sake but for his partner's.]

I'm here for you. [He takes another step closer.] Nothing is going to happen. I trust you. Do you trust me?

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[ Why? Why does Diarmuid trust him when he's like this? He doesn't trust himself...But he does trust his Bonded. Berserker steps closer to him, his posture still undeniably hostile. As he gets the scent of his lover, the feelings of hostility turn to something else -- something equally feral, but quite different.

Another step and he lowers his head. ]

...Of course I trust you. [ He still struggles with each word as he extends his hand. An invitation, a potentially dangerous one. The dragon needs help and Diarmuid can help him, soothe this awful agitation. Or they'll feed off of each other and it will be a mess. ] But you should leave...

[A spike of something... different catches Diarmuid off guard, and visibly so; while he doesn't draw back or hesitate, surprise flickers across his face. Nonetheless, he pushes on heedless of the spark of danger in the air, closing the gap between them in a few careful steps. There's no fear in his body language, even as he finally gets to see the full extent of Berserker's wild state up close.]

Not without you. [He shakes his head, showering his shoulders in water.] But if you won't come home, I'll just have to stay here with you.

[Resolute, Diarmuid takes hold of his hand. It's only a fraction of what Berserker must be going through but through their Bond he can feel the call of something relentless and hungry, and through his touch, the racing of his heart. Or maybe that's his own quickening pulse he's feeling. Does he want a fight? Though he can't fully interpret emotions meant for a man transformed to have such different biology, he senses that this needs something just as passionate and violent.]

[ Not without him...So be it. Berserker didn't feel safe to return to the city proper in the state he's in now.Diarmuid might be able to tame him under most circumstances, but this feels different, different enough that it makes him recall the time the mist fell over the city. He's still somewhat in control, struggling to hold onto it, a marked difference from that time. ]

Stay, then...

[ As soon as he feels the witch's hand in his own, Berserker pulls him closer. His grip is tight, bordering on uncomfortable as he seizes him. A flash of lightning illuminates the dark room again, casting shadows across his face. The scent of wet skin and hair blend with Diarmuid's familiar fragrance. He kisses him -- no, this is more like a bite than a kiss, brutal and without care for his teeth. If Diarmuid fears nothing and trusts him, he will put his faith in him. No one can ease the dragon's mind as well as he can.

He breaks the kiss to mutter something barely audible over the rain. ]

Help me...

[Claws bite into his skin, drawing a wince but little- if any- resistance. As lovers go, Berserker is rough by nature at the best of times but tonight he feels unshackled, the thin strands of humanity holding him back drawn taut. And yet even the intensity of his kiss, all teeth and tongue and desperation, isn't enough to push Diarmuid away. He's willing under his touch, and responds with such fervour that even the coppery taste of blood on his tongue doesn't put him off.

Ah. This is infectious. He needs to be careful otherwise-

Breathless, he clasps Berserker's face in both hands, thumbs stroking along the familiar lines of his tattoos. They've been through so much together but being so vulnerable must still feel alien to him- and he'll answer every offering with all his heart.]

Always.

[He kisses him again- but this time, there's something searching about it. He's testing the limits of Berserker's restraint to try and work out how best to handle his frenzy.]

[ This is why they'd Bonded, isn't it? At least part of it. Berserker knew that Diarmuid could take him at his worst and most untamed, even with the previous disappointments and failings. Any challenge the dragon gives him, he tries his damndest to meet. A warm feeling breaks through the overwhelming feral emotions and gives him something else to focus on, even if it's just for a fleeting moment.

The witch's hands on his face ground him for another few moments. Something else to focus on besides this screaming need in his mind that he can't silence. Diarmuid will find in the renewed kiss that he yields to it, softens beneath his lips. His grip doesn't lessen and he's no less aggressive in his affections, but he's no longer trying to dominate.

Nothing else is working. Letting his lover overwhelm him and bring him to heel just might. Desire rises in him stronger than ever at that thought; the naturally submissive Diarmuid taking control of him, scratching and biting...Ah, it might not make this better, but he can't stop thinking about it. He won't just give him control, though -- his instincts won't let him. ]

[The change is immediate. Obedient has never been a word he'd use to describe Berserker and it still isn't but he's pliant beneath his touch, more like an animal seeking attention than one looking for a fight. So, that's it. In truth, Diarmuid had been tentative about the idea of letting him work through this sexually. Even without the pull of the Sisters, he tends towards being rough; he's not ready to take him when he's like this. But swapping their positions- that suits both of their needs now, doesn't it?

One hand stays on Berserker's jaw as the other moves to tug off his cape. It hits the ground with a thud, heavy from the rain but he doesn't feel so much as a slight chill from his damp shirt. The heat from their kiss seems to spread across his skin, making every nerve prickle, and he makes no attempt to resist it.

With more force than he might usually show, Diarmuid hooks an arm around lover's waist and pulls him flush to his chest. This time, as he kisses him- open mouthed, demanding- he moves to trail a fingertip along the upper line of his wings. Over time, he's grown familiar with his body and the most sensitive parts of it- and he'll make use of that knowledge to try and wear him out.]

[ Diarmuid (or anyone, really) trying to take him in this state is a recipe for disaster; there's no way he'd be able to control himself well enough not to hurt him. Without the semblance of restraint he normally has, all he'd want to do is knot him. There's something grateful in his noises and expression as he softens just slightly beneath the witch's more aggressive grip. Being understood is an unspeakable relief.

The dragon had gone out underdressed and unprepared for the downpour. The dark fabric of his shirt is soaked through, stuck to his skin and clinging to the curves of his muscle. His trousers are in a similar state. His rain-soaked hair is tousled and out of its usual ponytail. The dampness chills him to the bone, though the shiver that runs through him might not just be from the cold.

Diarmuid's warm touch may as well be like fire against his damp skin. Despite the scar tissue marring almost every bit of his wings, their sensitivity hasn't waned at all. Berserker moans against his lips, his wings spreading out to encourage more of his touch. It's impossible to ignore the bulge that presses against his lover, the only heated part of him right now. He whines as he starts to grind against him, gripping at his damp shirt and trying his best not to tear it up by clawing at his back. ]

[Diarmuid caresses each jagged scar as lovingly as though they were always there, a soft hum of encouragement vibrating against his lips when he feels Berserker clutch at him. The hardness grinding against him is proof enough that he's on the right track but that doesn't mean he's going to give him what he wants right away; the idea is to wear him out.

Slowly, with the distraction of a deeper kiss and the roll of his tongue against his commanding his attention, he eases Berserker down onto his knees. He doubts he would have allowed it had he been paying attention- the animal in him probably wants to wrestle for the right- and he makes sure to reward his pliability. It's a little like taming a wild beast, all give and take and reinforcement.]

Let me love you, mo ghrá...

[He gives his lip one last nip and draws back. Only for a moment, though, as he quickly puts his hands to a different but no less potent use by tugging the collar of his shirt out of the way so that he can place the first of many kisses along his neck. With every other one, he pauses to look up and meet his stare. In this light, with that flush across his face, those sleepy eyes of his take on a sultry look.]

[ It's a good gambit to draw his attention elsewhere; he barely notices that he's been made to kneel. His body obeys much better than his mind right now -- it's completely overwhelmed by the pull of the moons. Berserker cradles the back of Diarmuid's head in one hand, letting his fingers tangle in dark locks.

As much as he'd like to fight against this and take what he wants, he doesn't; he allows himself to give in. He inclines his head to give better access, quiet, pleased sounds accompanying each kiss. Red eyes meet gold and Berserker bites his lip. That look and the flush across his cheeks makes his heart skip a beat -- anything for that gaze.

The dragon still tries to fight for control, but his attempts are halfhearted. A hand placed on Diarmuid's shoulder is meant to keep him at bay or maybe even take control -- he just grips it instead. Some kind of sense is coming back to him, at least a little bit. ]

More...

[ Well guess who's going to be joining him up on that rooftop and standing a little ways close to the edge??

It's Trevor's first full moon since his "coming back to life" in the undead sense last month and with having fed the night before, he feels GREAT. His hair's a little longer now what with his being too sick and weak and dying and all to really do much about it and a couple strands caress against his cheek as a cool breeze whips by, the vampire merely smiling to his bonded with those bright red eyes of his.

Emotion tends to do that to them. That and thirst. ]

And here I was worried the nights would be boring from now on.

[ It's said with a playful grin as he gracefully walks along the edge of the rooftop they're on. ]

Someone promised me a race on a full moon if I recall correctly.

[Scattered among the kisses are bites, some with little to no pressure in them, others harder, turning the skin dark with the promise of bruises to come. Before Berserker, he hadn't fully understood the pleasure that might be taken in making marks like these but it feels right. If it's possessiveness, it's of a mutual sort; he wants to leave the proof of his love over his body, where others can see it, and wants the same from him. Maybe it's just the twin moons.

It doesnt matter. Berserker is yielding and receptive and it makes Diarmuid's heart race in a way he hadn't quite expected: he feels privileged, not only to see him vulnerable, but to be given this task. Roughly, hands betraying the eagerness he's trying so hard to hide, he unbuttons the dragon's shirt. His lips find skin instantly, working the sensitive bud of a nipple as he holds him firmly in place. Dark as it is, the crimson knotwork of his tattoos is as stark as ever and he finds himself following the lines of each one, appreciating the firm, curving muscle and sinew beneath his palm.

Just as it seems as though he might relent, however, he pushes further. Teeth graze his nipple in sharp little nips in between languid laps of his tongue.]

[ The pulse of their bond alerted Berserker who was coming long before Trevor landed on the roof next to him. He flashes his sharp teeth in a grin briefly. The tip of his tail twitches, betraying his confident exterior.

Maybe it's because they're both monsters that the feral feelings he's normally able to control are bubbling over, their bond providing a sort of feedback loop. Whatever it is, the dragon looks particularly predatory this night. ]

I did... [ He spreads his wings as if to answer the unspoken challenge. ] Are you sure you're ready for that?

[ This is the last place he expected this to happen: in a long-abandoned shop during a thunderstorm. It sets the tone for their encounter well as the wind howls through the broken windows, followed closely by a flash and a distant rumble. A tumultuous, almost violent show of caring and even love mirrors the heavy downpour outside.

Berserker splays his knees apart, the bulge of his arousal even more evident in this pose. He's already so worked up and overwhelmed that he feels like he might come from the attention he's being given. The sensitive bud of his nipple hardens quickly under such an assault -- now more sensitive than ever, thanks to the metal bars through them. His back arches, pushing his chest forward, a deep groan coming from his open mouth. The hand tangled in Diarmuid's hair clenches a fistful of it, pulling it tight.

An overwhelming assault and all he wants is more. It never feels like enough, even coupled with what he feels from the other side of their Bond. More and more until he collapses beneath it is what he needs...He trusts Diarmuid to give him just that. ]

[ Berserker's grin is met with one right back, bright red eyes locked on the dragon as two predators stand there in the coolness of the night. Honestly, this is probably the very reason WHY two monsters shouldn't be the only type of bond without a witch or two thrown in to the mix because they both look like they're about ready to lunge at the other. ]

I've got nothing else to do and you're right here.

[ He turns on his heel when he reaches the very edge of the rooftop and tilts his head as he watches those wings stretch behind his bonded. ]

Want a head start?

[ SOMEBODY IS CONFIDENT. ]

[ It really wasn't intended to follow anyone, or to go out seeking people during this whole shower thing going on. The night seemed nice enough to just walk around, especially now that he could do so without any hints of trouble. So he wasn't intending to overhear the dragon's resentment.

His body remembered what happened, well enough for Judar to just watch as a couple heartbeats passed. The reaction wasn't as bad as it used to be, with any predatory type monster showing some kind of aggression towards him, but there were always those short periods of extra vigilance. There weren't any asshole nobles tossing charmed items to induce hunting instincts, however. There was no reason to believe that such danger would come from the dragon outside of that, and him being caught in a feral state.

So he walked over, looking up to the sky, giving Ciarán a little bit of space. ]

What, a flaming piece of junk, forced to fall to the ground?

[ He'd been up there, seeing what those meteors were before they really hit the ground. It reminded him of flaming catapult ammo more than a star. Judar'll get to the ground, though, so it's easier to sit and watch upwards. A good way of displaying that he looked fine, and could move just as fine as well. Especially as he used his hands to switch from crouching to sitting, in the way he found easiest with these newer legs. ]

I figured you were meant to be more impressive, like a volcanic eruption. Not that I'd know very well, but it's the impression I got.

Your overconfidence will be your downfall. [ Coolly as he balances on the edge of the roof, ready to kick off. ] So be it.

[ Berserker points to a distant tower in the center of town. ]

Whoever reaches there first wins.

[ No more words. The dragon kicks off the building and, with several strong wing beats, takes off above the rooftops. ]

[ And away they go, right?

Trevor tugs his shirt off over his head and drops it down to the rooftop, boots and pants to follow next. Because while he's only done this once before and spontaneous as it was, he remembers the shredding of his clothing and so it would just be better to NOT have that happen again.

The change comes sudden yet more naturally for him now that he's a full vampire and with growing just a bit in height and arms stretching out to spread wings wide open, Batty Boy Trevor makes his return in all his monstrous bat glory and takes off from the rooftop with a loud piercing SCREECH.

Watch out, Berserker. Here he comes right on your tail. ]

[ Judar's voice pulls him out of his thoughts and into a worse spot. The faun is a reminder of his inability to control his instincts. A deeply unpleasant feeling twists his stomach into knots as he tries to avoid looking at him. Some day they would need to overcome that hurdle...Tonight might be that night, not by choice, but by force. ]

A brilliant light that burns hot and bright for only a few moments.

[ A metaphor for the legendary, but short life of Cú Chulainn. A destiny that was ripped from his hands by the wish of a selfish woman. Berserker says nothing else as he continues to stare up at the sky, tense and uncomfortable.

The lack of lasting damage on Judar is at least some small comfort -- if he'd only had a few moments longer, he could have (and likely would have) killed him. It's something that still makes him angry...Berserker doesn't join him in sitting down right now. ]

[ If he really wanted to make this unfair, he could transform into his full-sized form in the air...But that would be inconvenient. Ending up naked at the end of things is annoying.

The familiar screech doesn't even get him to look back. His focus is solely on getting to the tower. His wings flap harder, lifting him higher and pushing him further ahead. Three seconds was enough to create a considerable distance between them. Trevor was not as skilled in flight as Berserker, at least that's his assumption.

There are, of course, more chaotic factors at work. No one ever said this had to be a fair race. ]

[ Batty boy Trevor soars higher and faster into the night sky. He still hasn't quite mastered the art of skilled flying, but he does surprisingly well in catching up to his bonded gliding through the sky.

He clicks at the dragon, moving to fly over him with red beady eyes glowing down at him before he moves ahead a little, large bat wings stretched out across the night sky. It's... exhilarating in a way, to be like this and flying through the sky with his bonded close by. An experience he's never had before until this very moment and even though they're racing one another, he still can't help but feel that thrill of having Berserker there with him in the sky.

But he's still gonna push ahead. A race is a race after all. ]

[ Trevor alongside him finally gets him to turn his head. He flew into battle at Dorchacht with Diarmuid on his back, but he's never been able to fly alongside his bonded like this. The vampire's excitement rushes through their bond and it's infectious.

Nothing can quite compare to this feeling and he...smiles. It's fleeting as anything else, though genuine. Strange...

But it is a race. Berserker lets Trevor get ahead of him just a little bit, then surges forward. It's almost as if he's toying with his bonded, keeping alongside him, just far enough away that their wings don't hit. It's more thrilling if it feels like a true competition. A game of give and take. ]

[ It's a little difficult to grin when like this but Trevor does his best when he catches sight of Berserker... and then he's off again. Up ahead. Another screech given from batty boy Trevor.

He can tell he's being toyed with and it's both annoying and amusing in the same breath. Annoying because fuck you, Berserker, you fucking show off. But amusing because he's his only bonded he can do this with and it's fun, despite the whole race part of it.

But he flaps his wings a little harder as he goes, picking up some speed to try and make it towards that finish line they had agreed upon back on the rooftops. You know. Where he left his damn clothes. ]

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