event pt 1 | full moon & litha

[moustre]

Event Log: June, A Midsummer Night's Dream

I. IUNERIL 17TH - THE FULL MOONS The days leading up to the full moons are the same as last month: Monsters are a little itchier and a little easier to agitate, whether they mean to be or not, which becomes increasingly noticeable the day before the full moons. But of particular note is that this may be the second full moons that some arrivals have experienced, and with that comes greater risks, greater agitation, and further reminders to take care of themselves. Weather fair, despite the worries of the city, Monsters will find that the Sisters aren't blocked away by clouds this night. The moons cast their light down on the city, and the pull is strong for even the veteran natives that call the city home. The Coven is offering potions and charms, in an attempt to encourage those without a Bond to ensure that they will be able to keep their wits about them throughout the entire stretch of the Sisters' time in the sky at their fullest. They're always allowed to reject the offer, but it's with a warning: if they let their newfound instincts overtake them, then they might find themselves back in the Coven under worse conditions. But the Sisters rise framed in stark red skies, even as evening falls across Aefenglom, much to the discontent of the city. Streets that are rarely dim are lit up even moreso, now, in the face of this omen, lanterns and candles leading all the way to the Harbor District. Their colors flicker with shades of blue, green, violet - anything to offset the red. Boats that come and go along the river also carry a lantern or two with the same intent, and ships in the harbor are decorated with magical faerylights, strung across hulls, masts, the works. There's no place in the Harbor District untouched by light, with nary a sign of red in the midst of their goods. Tensions are already high, between the humans and Monsters of Aefenglom. It's especially noticeable on this night: full moons already cause everyone to be a little jumpy, but with the red tidings for Litha, they're more on edge than ever. Some blame the new arrivals, though never directly to their face, especially when they don't know who, or what, someone might be. It's always a there-and-gone whisper, it seems like. Gossip. Distrust. Unease. It doesn't lend well to the full moons, but there are still those that want to help. Many will notice that there's already activities and decorations up for Litha, some of them still under construction despite the fast approaching festival. The most notable of all are the hedge mazes that have been constructed, both by hand and with magic to encourage their growth. Behind the festival organizers' backs, a group of people - both man and beast - are offering Monsters a chance to burn off some of their energy by embracing their instincts in a more... constructive manner, with native Witches and Monsters alike prepared to intervene if things get a little too violent. In a sort of mockery of Litha's traditions, they're partnering Monsters up with a willing participant to run the mazes, with a variety of options that they will list. The partner - or partners, if there is a party looking to go in together - can be either Witch or Monster, and the people organizing this won't judge as they inform the interested individuals of their options: a. A-HUNTING WE WILL GO, allowing the Monster to either hunt a small livestock or game animal (a piglet, fowls, rabbits, the like) or to hunt down their partner through the maze they've chosen. This need not end violently, and can become more of a game of hide and seek meets tag. b. EVERYBODY WAS FIGHTING, where one maze in particular has been devoted to a makeshift fight ring at the very heart of it. The organizers hope, somewhat, that by making the Monster(s) in question run the maze first they'll be a little tired out already when reaching the ring. c. UNDER THE PALE MOONLIGHT, because instincts don't always call for violence, the organizers offer a more intimate experience here, whether it's sexual or nonsexual. Maybe you just want a good cuddle..? The organizers emphasize the idea of consent, and will not force anyone against their will into the hedge mazes, no matter which one it is. They also want to make sure that they will step in to help if called upon, in case someone gets a little too overeager. Witches looking to use magic this night will, peculiarly, find that their magic is a little less... cooperative. Many of the Coven Witches speak of how they specifically wait to cast powerful spells on the night of the full moons, to ensure that they have the greatest chances of success with the help of the Sisters. However, Witches of the new arrival persuasion are much weaker on full moons. Their magic is still there, and they can still draw upon it for spells, but they'll have to put greater effort if they want to cast a spell with any significant amount of power. Overexerting oneself while doing this is entirely possible, so it's best to try and find some sort of balance, lest you find yourself exhausted and without a means to defend yourself. We ask that any and all NSFW threads be marked accordingly, or otherwise moved to a locked post on the log community or an entry/inbox on a character journal. Remember to please be excellent to each other, and respect all limits that your threadmates might have, if you explore the more sexual or violent aspects of the offered prompts. If things get OOCly out of hand, please let us know; if things get ICly out of hand, please let Nessie and Mhairi know.

II. LITHA - IUNERIL 21ST TO 23RD Despite what chaos there might have been on the night of the full moons, and the subsequent day after as things began to calm, Litha still arrives as scheduled on Iuneril 21st, as the sun begins to set. The summer solstice reaches its peak the following night, and the festivities wind down the third dusk. While certainly still lively, it isn't as completely festive as Boaltinn, most certainly because of the red skies, and the natives are obviously trying to make the best they can of what they perceive as a poor situation. To say that the natives are on edge would certainly be an understatement. Whatever happened in those hedge mazes is untraceable, now, and everything looks pristine. Faerylights decorate every awning, overhang, and eave, magical and twinkling with colors to offset the red skies. There are no bonfires, this go around, but much like the fires it seems that the lights all lead to the primary area of celebration: in contrast to Boaltinn, Litha is celebrated in the Entertainment, Shopping, and Harbor Districts. Doors to businesses are wide open (with many even having large signs indicating VAMPIRES WELCOME HERE - those that don't make a clear statement), and stalls offering wares and foods and activities alike are set up at nearly every corner alongside preestablished businesses in the market. The harbor is especially lively, with many sailors coming and going as they prepare for setting sail. While ships themselves are always coming and going in the port, Litha is an important time for the more longterm voyages and those meant to carry some significance, and each ship departing is bid farewell with equal fanfare. Fireworks and celebration that is, at least in some part, genuine, but does carry a certain level of enthusiasm that borders on force of will. a. ASKING FOR A LITTLE COMPANY Though all businesses in the Entertainment District open their doors for the festivals of Aefenglom, the brothels of the city in particular are offering a warm welcome this Litha to anyone who might be interested in spending some time with someone - or, multiple someones. They have open rooms for mingling, lounges with floor pillows and low tables where customers can partake in spiced and unspiced drinks alike, where the unspiced are lacking in the potions and near-aphrodisiacs of the spiced drinks. Private rooms are also available for those seeking a more... intimate experience, however one may take that to mean. The brothel workers are more than happy to attend to any interested parties, but also aren't against randomly pairing individuals up, based on their specifications. And, after a little misunderstanding regarding their classes, the Head Madame of the guild has decided that they will be offering chances for individuals to perform at their establishments. She was rather charmed by the mishap, bless your souls, as were the rest of the guild, so the new arrivals have endeared themselves to the brothel workers. Dances, conversation, assorted busking - whatever skills that their quest-takers learned, whether it be of the more sexual nature or not, they'll provide whatever they might need to put on a show and attract or entertain clientele. b. I'M WISHING FOR THE ONE I LOVE Anyone interested in making their way into the Shopping District will find just as many open doors, as well as numerous stalls interspersed where they weren't before. Vendors hawking their wares and goods like always call out with Litha specials, and businesses set up temporary stalls to draw attention to themselves, with promise of greater bargains and products to be found at their main establishment. There are many that sell spiced foods and drinks, with varying degrees of strength depending on how one wants to feel. Others are selling candles and lanterns, offering a magitech version of a lighter at a steal, depending on how much you purchase otherwise. The largest stalls, and the biggest displays at storefronts, are the flowers though. Every single flower shop in Aefenglom has come out full force, practically painting the district in a myriad of non-red colors as they put their stock on full display. They offer deals for those who wish to buy bouquets for a sweetheart or someone they admire, as well as anyone wanting to make flower crowns for those they care for. Each of the seven largest shops are also handing out a single flower for those partaking in festivities to place under their pillow to dream of future partners, the flower they're typically most well known for; this varies from shop to shop, but the up and coming Rose Bush certainly isn't going to let superstition stop them, and are handing out red roses. It's a bold move, but one that causes the tizzy that they were intending it to. And if one is feeling particularly whimsical, they can go to any well at night, looking into the depths in a bid to see their future spouse and true love within. Perhaps making an offering of a flower would bring good luck..? Just don't linger for too long, as there's a rumor that someone is pushing unfamiliar faces into the well, likely targeting those they think are new arrivals. c. GET LOST WITH ME Though the Harbor District has some bleedover from the Shopping District in terms of festivities, their streets and warehouses are where the most room is available for the hedge mazes. Some are sprawling as they fill the streets and alleys, spilling into the towering buildings that have been empty to load the contents onto waiting ships. They create their own environments, with flowers from the flower shops blooming in the rows and creating archways at entrances and exits. Some are enchanted to seem neverending, although there always is an exit, if one can only figure out the puzzle. Each maze has a different method to its madness, and arrangements that those running them have decided on. (Some faces may seem familiar, to those that encountered them on the full moons; they'll feign otherwise, focused only on the now and refusing to draw attention to any recognition.) Some mazes send in the partners together, randomly selected and tasked with figuring out how to reach the end of the maze together. Others will send the partners in from different ends, with the instructions to find one another, whether in the center of the maze or in its winding path. Another variety offers something reminiscent of the hide and seek meets tag game, tasking one as the hunter and the other as the hunted, a game of pursuit meant to replicate the "playing hard to get" variety of courtship. There's no restrictions on how many times one can enter the maze, as it allows one to forge many bonds - and possibly Bonds - and replicates the process of finding your true love. Or, loves; no one here is going to judge anyone. They certainly won't judge, either, if participants opt to take a swig of something for luck in love before they go in. However, some mazes have been tampered with: rather than opening out into somewhere safe on the street or in a building, they empty out unaware participants into the port itself. Hopefully you know how to swim. Once again, we ask that if any threads take on a NSFW nature that they be marked as such, or otherwise moved to a locked post in the log community or an entry/inbox in a character journal.

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[oceanschild]

Paris only pulls back when she does, face flushed and with a few sticky patches where her fingers had left the sweet melt on it. He can feel it, but he doesn't care in the slightest, just pressing his head against hers too and giving her a smile. He feels... so happy with her. He didn't know this was possible.

"Mm," he says, nodding a little but not dislodging them or their flower crowns, "That... sounds nice."

I can move to my inbox in the next tag

[ishisstrength]

Justine felt lighter as she bashed in the warmth of Paris's smile. He was so earnest and so sweet and yet his desires were contrary to that sweetness. They were as intense as her own, wanting and uncomplicated. She'd never thought she'd meet someone who was so like herself in so many ways.

Her tongue lightly dragged against his nose as she smiled at him.

"Good." She slowly intertwined their fingers, not caring about the mess and then lead Paris towards the rose bath where they had first met. It was a little daring and a little in public but Justine thought it would be the perfect place for them to continue and she was too eager to let anything stand in their way.

o>

[oceanschild]

Paris smiles, lacing his fingers through hers and following her towards the baths. They weren't as popular now, as far as he could tell, but maybe that was a good thing.

Of course, he'd forgotten a key difference between now and then- namely, the use of his legs and anything attached to them in the water. As soon as he slides in, his form changes, scales rapidly covering his legs and they wind up inseparable as a tail. And his tail isn't small, he takes up a decent chunk of it himself. "...O-oh, um...." This might interfere with their plans some.

XD

[ishisstrength]

Paris wasn't the only one who had forgotten. Justine felt herself laugh as his tail takes over most of the area. She still slips in next to him, brushing the hot water across his cheek to clean it off. "I guess only I get to get messy." She's trying to keep the laughter from her tone.

"How about we clean off and we can dry off and move this elsewhere." Of course, Justine had stripped down and wasn't bothering to cover up her hide. Instead she decides to straddle his tail and pull him into a sweetly innocent kiss.

He really was too cute.

[oceanschild]

Paris flushes a little as she straddles over him like that- he obviously hasn't previously had trouble with her in that position, but with the tail it's a little weird. (He sort of realizes he isn't entirely aware of his own anatomy in this form- surely there's something, since fish can still... procreate.)

"Mm. That... might be a better idea, yes." He gives her a shy little smile before leaning into the kiss. The feel of his scales against her body was... surprisingly pleasant. Hopefully it felt alright to her, too.

[ishisstrength]

It was a new sensation as his scale rubbed gently against her thighs but not an unpleasant one. She found it to be tantalizing in its own way and a little part of her wished that they could have sex like this. Not that Justine knew very much about Paris's current anatomy. So she kissed him and pressed herself against him in a way that she knew that he'd enjoy.

"How's that?" She asked as she gently pooled some hot water into her palms and dripped its warmth over her chest, neck and back.

[oceanschild]

Maybe one day, when he does know a bit more about how it all works. Now doesn't seem like the right time to try and figure it out, though.

For right now, though, he rests his hands on her waist with a little smile, holding here there and keeping her close. Though he doesn't think she's going to try to move away. "Mm. It's nice." It's hard for it not to be nice, like this.

[ishisstrength]

"You like it?"

Justine gently took his hand and slid it between her thighs. She didn't know how it would work with webbed fingers but she trusted Paris to know what sort of attention she was seeking. "Then let's do a little more before you dry off." She pressed a kiss against his lips. "I think you look good like this too."

Not as handsome and missing some parts that she enjoys but this was part of him as well and Justine was curious to see if they could get creative. After all, he could still use his mouth on her and she'll repay him in kind after he's dried off.

[oceanschild]

"Yeah. I do." Paris's fingers are becoming webbed even out of the water, so he's going to have to figure out how to work this eventually anyway. And it's not like being with Justine makes it difficult. It's strange, to feel the stirrings of arousal within him and so far have no physical signs of it (at least, as far as he can tell, seriously there has to be some physical part of it, right? this is not a thing he ever talked to the fish he knew about).

His hand feels slightly more slick and smooth under the water, but not slimy; there are scales coating all the way up his hands to his arms, so she may feel a bit of texture to them as he reaches up to touch her. He's very careful, the webbing interfering very little but the scaling of his fingertips making it feels different and the length of his nails leading him to be a bit more cautious as he parts her folds, gently rubbing over her.

[ishisstrength]

"Good."

Justine smiled against his mouth as she continued to slowly move in ways that Paris was already intimately familiar with. Of course she had no idea how this was going to work out in the end but she didn't care. She was high on the sensations of him and she wanted to remain in contact with him.

The slick feeling of the cool scales against her skin sent a shiver down her spine as his fingers slipped through the folds of her sex. Another shiver shook through her as he brushed across her clit. She paused in her kiss and smiled again, suddenly feeling light headed and a little breathless. "I don't think I have done this before-" Which was very rare for her. "-but-" Her eyes met his as she continued. "-I like it. I like you. I like being with you Paris."

She wanted to make sure he believed her.

[oceanschild]

It's hard for Paris to believe some of it, which has nothing to do with Justine. He knows a bit more than he lets on when it comes to sex, after all, and he knows he can make it enjoyable and he tries very, very hard to. It would make sense, then, that someone would like to be with him. But liking him... he knows Justine means it, but he's not used to it at all.

His cheeks flush, as they so often do, as he looks up at her. His fingers don't stop moving, though they're slow, gently sliding over her and feeling her wetness (along with the wetness of the water) on his scaled fingertips. "I-- I like you too," he admits, his face growing even redder as he says the words. It is hard to believe. But... it makes him happy.

[ishisstrength]

Justine's breaths became uneven as the slow gently movements of his fingers began to spark the heat between her thighs. Maybe it was the drink or maybe it was Paris but her entire body ached for him.

"Then show me." She smiled as she pressed a line of kisses down his neck, letting her tongue drag over the smooth scales that had embedded into his skin.

[oceanschild]

Paris tilts his head back as she kisses over him, shivering- the feeling of lips against scales is also new, but he finds that even though the minutia of the sensations in this form are different, they seem to lead to the same pleasurable outcome. He's glad- though he supposes it may also just be the effect of Justine.

"I will," he murmurs in response, half a promise and half an offering, wanting to give her whatever she wants. He doesn't dare press his fingers instead of her, not trusting the slight claws his nails have become, but he can still give her plenty like this. He picks up the pace a little, rubbing over her clit and his other hand on her waist to keep her steady.

Do you want to fade to black here and say they keep doing stuff?

[ishisstrength]

Her body trembled in its aroused state while the water began to lap in the rhythmic waves of her body. Justine was rubbing against his fingers, directing him to the places in her body that made her moan echo through the empty baths. Her breasts rubbed against his chest and scales, sending tight pinches of pleasure to her abdomen as the fire inside of her raged.

She imagined the picture they painted, a lovely woman straddling a monster as he pleasured her, and smiled. "Oh Paris." She whispered against his earlobe, too focused on her own pleasure to continue trailing lines of kisses across his skin. "Yes." She gasped and her body trembled in its release, heady fluid dripping invisibly into the water as she relaxed against him.

"We should do this more." Him in this form.

Justine closed her eyes and rested against him as her pulse began to calm.

"But next is your turn." They'll have to dry him off but they had plenty of time for that.

They had all the time in the world.