(open) i paced around for hours on empty, i jumped at the slightest of sounds

[mensrea]

Who: Stiles Stilinski and YOU
When: Night of Aereuer 8 (full moon)
Where: Various spots in Aefenglom
What: Semi-feral Arachne party games on a very special 18th birthday
Warnings: Language, animal death

[ After escaping from Sheva in the Wildes and absconding to Aefenglom, Stiles begins his hunt. Honestly, he’s not quite sure what he’s exactly on the hunt for – only that there’s a voracious hunger rising within him, an appetite that won’t be whetted by just any meal. And so, humming the happy birthday tune to himself loudly and offkey, he prowls from district to district from the city skyline. Those eight spider legs carry him vertically up edifices with no apparent effort, even make impressive leaps across significant distances between buildings. The sense of fear that usually holds Stiles back is gone; uninhibited, he experiments with his superhuman abilities in boyish delight, that joy tempered only by the unkind, savage grin stretching his mouth too wide. ]

It’s my party and I can cry if I want to, [ comes one such inspired ballad, interrupted by his sniggering as he swings upside down from where he’s currently perched. ] Cry if I want to, cry if I want to!

[ That’s if you’re lucky. Sometimes it’s – ]

It’s yo birthday, so I know you wanna ri-i-i-ide out. [ There’s a dog howling somewhere nearby in sympathy. ] Even if we only go to my-y-y-y house.

[ During the night, Stiles will make a nuisance of himself. Expect to find him cavorting through the streets doing eight-legged cartwheels, singing obnoxiously despite the hour, spinning webs in inconvenient locations, dropping by homes to pay friends unexpected house calls, etc. ]

( ooc | Full Moon Shift appearance details, CR & plotting comment, and info & permissions page. Stiles will not be hurting anyone. If threatened with violence, his Arachne instincts will force him to flee the scene. If you want to figure out a specific prompt for your character, hit me up! )

Comments

[coherer]

Okay, okay, (muttered at stiles as he's held again, intolerance for the babying growing as he becomes more and more comfortable in the situation,) I won't if you stop treating me like a child, dude. You're acting weird as hell right now, so excuse me if I'm trying to adapt to the– the– new status quo, here.

Please leave Sasuke alone for right now.

(a simple request, even if it's loaded.)

You and me... we can do stuff. Like he said, he's gonna' be busy for a bit. We can't go on acting like things are normal when they aren't, it's– it's a full moon. Nothing's gonna' be exactly right. We deal with that till daybreak and move on with our lives.

lord forgive me my baby tag

[eyeforaneye]

[ This time there's no response, nothing beyond his channeling of his own energy into staying calm. Waiting for one room to be vacated in exchange for another, and that silence on its own is enough of a telling answer. ]

never

[mensrea]

[ In the end, Arachne instincts win out: he won’t allow a potential predator to linger in his web, the cottage, when it’s so obvious how close Sasuke is to a breaking point. Simultaneously, the human in Stiles balks at the idea of kicking a friend to the curb. So, it’s decided he’ll take Sasuke to get a proper meal – decided unanimously by Stiles, that is. He gently convinces Jonas by webbing the Witch to the wall with a promise that they’ll be back soon, then escorts Sasuke out of the cottage. ]