Iuneril Catch all

[marmoron]

Who: Keith and YOU
When: Up through mid-June
Where: Aefenglom, the Wilde
What: Quest time: Berry Picking, Silent Forest, Outpost Progress
Warnings: Will add as necessary. some fighting, some inebriation



A. Berry Picking

[So Iuneril is off to a great start. All the chaos from people unexpectedly bursting out of mirrors and reflective surfaces may have disappeared overnight ... and really, that's for the best. No more middle school rivals showing up in the bathroom, no more so-called allies stealing his cat. Except that it also means that Shiro's disappeared on him for the second time Keith has been here. Of course, it's not anyone's fault in particular, but it still puts Keith in a bit of a stormy mood. Hard not to feel like the universe is out to mess with him in particular.

...which is probably why it ought to be strange that iunerberry picking is actually cheering him up. Keith hadn't exactly signed up for this expecting to have a good time, just that cunes are cunes. As he straightens up to move onto the next cluster of bushes, he wobbles.]

Woah... [Grabbing onto the nearest person, he starts laughing.] Sorry, just lost my balance there for a second. You doing okay?

B. Outpost Progress

[And after that bit of embarrassing overshare, it's time to never show his face around the house again. At least for the next couple of days anyway. Keith is well packed for the excursion to the outpost, with a large bag of camping supplies and two swords strapped to his back. He hasn't been near the settlement in a while, and it has developed a good deal more than he remembers it last.

It's around dusk that he makes his way to one of the camp's fires that have been set up for the evening. Now that the sun is starting to make him a litttle letharigc, it's easier on him to do the night shift. Technically being a vampire, he doesn't need to eat normal food either, but he plops himself down by the fire where a cut of meat is being roasted over a spit. He turns to ask the person next to him a question.]

Anything interesting happen yet?

C. Silent Forest

[And since he's now fully committed himself to staying busy instead of dwelling on all of his problems, Keith has agreed to show up for body guard duty for the witches who are casting purifying magic.

Maybe a particularly touchy witch told him they don't need protection, or maybe he just got distracted by something seeming to move in the shadows between the twisted trunks and branches of the Cwyld infected trees -- one way or another, he's wandered off on his own. Keith squints, drawing his sword to push aside some rotting foliage that's frosted over. Breath visible as he exhales, he turns sharply at the sound of someone approaching.]

Oh. [He doesn't lower the sword yet, but he nods in greeting.] Hey.

[But maybe there's a time and place for proper introductions later because something is definitely out there and whatever it is is getting closer.]

Comments

[marmoron]

[ Keith blinks, giving Steak an owlish look. That went about ten times smoother than he was anticipating and he's very much thrown off script. ]

Oh...

[ Like he isn't the one that asked. But the continued rustling in the forest quickly snaps him right out of that. Turning his attention to Steak's neck, he breathes out, determined not to think about how weird this all is ... which means that's precisely what he's thinking about as he comes closer to his travel partner / buddy (?) and ugh yikes, he can't just do this without saying anything right?

Well instead of a nice "thank you, Steak" or whatever, he gets a mildly embarrassed and grumped: ]

Don't move.

[ Gingerly, he puts his hands on Steak's shoulder and leans in to bite his neck. Whatever thoughts he might have had about the weird goddamn intimacy surrounding feeding is then hilariously offset by the taste of the guy's blood.

Why is it familiar.

Why is it..... vaguely beefy. ]

[battlebound]

[ Steak isn't one to waste time when it matters, and with each passing second heralded by the scratching of talons against the ground and the beating of wings, those seconds count.

Thank him by kicking ass once this is done, Keith.

There's a hiss as teeth break skin — it's no different to when Red Wine did it, sudden and sharp, and no less painful — and Steak stills, waiting out the moments of feeding with gritted teeth and red eyes focused on the direction of the sound.

Ugh... As long as he doesn't take too much of it, because those noises are unbearably close now. ]

[marmoron]

[ Troubling noises getting closer and closer is just about the surest guarantee that Keith is both quick and careful not to take more than a gulp or two of blood. Steak needs it as much as he does right now, and the amount he takes is enough that the weariness from traveling fades from thought.

The commotion in the trees bursts into the clearing in a flurry of feathers and sharp talons. A small group of two Cwyltid harpies, feral and discolored black and grey from infection, spread theri mottled wings and begin circling overhead.

Keith immediately pulls away from Steak, giving his mouth a quick wipe with the back of his hand. Eyes trained on the two above, he unsheathes a sword.]

YOu ever fight one of these before?