Juril Quests, Full Moon, and Catch-all [OPEN]

[curruid_coinchenn]

Who: Berserker (Cú Chulainn Alter) and you!
When: Throughout Juril
Where: Various places
What: Monthly catch-all and quest log!
Warnings: None currently


[ 1. Walk, walk, fashion baby (New Look) ]

[ Berserker has been wrangled as a model for one of the tailors in the city. A dragon draws enough attention just by existing, so he's in high demand. The look he's wearing is a little ... skimpy, to say the least. His hair has been braided to match the look, the red lacing a stark contrast to the dark clothes.

For someone being paid for this, he doesn't look pleased (does he ever look pleased?}. He shoots an annoyed glare at anyone that stares for too long. ]

What? If you want to buy this, it came from the shop behind me.

What a rousing advertisement...

[ 2. Moon Madness ]

[ Around the city on the full moon, you may spot a somewhat familiar dragon...Except he's small. Berserker has taken on his cat-sized form to run off his feral energy. The problem is that he's exceptionally touchy at this size, willing to bite, scratch, and even poison anyone that even slightly annoys him.

He rushes along the ground without any care for how he might be tripping people up. If someone does trip over him, he claws his way free and runs for the nearest dark spot. Dare you pursue him? ]

[ 3. Wildcard ]

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Comments

[futhark]

[ It was almost as if they were smoooothly moving away from the topic of mourning the lost Bonded. Or maybe, continuing it in the sense of focusing on what's here and now.

Or rather who. ]

You sure like to invite trouble at your doorstep. [ The humour is genuine, as is a quiet, pleased hum at the kiss. He reacts impulsively and kisses back. ] But know this, I'm glad whatever is out there, gods or destiny, or whatever, that threw us in these circumstances.

[ That's kind of tsun way of saying 'I actually do like you', but gets the point across. ]

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ A little bit of both. There's no real soothing a lost bond, it's something that simply has to be endured. Taking comfort in those here and now is a good way to at least distract from it.

Berserker strokes his side gently before chancing another kiss. This is bad. ]

You're one to talk about inviting trouble... [ He pauses. It really was Diarmuid that made this possible. Without their bond, he and Caster would have killed each other sooner than made peace. It was because of their bond he offered the truce after the incident last year. ] Destiny is a funny thing, isn't it?

[ He runs his fingers through Caster's hair fondly. ]

One choice changes so much...A practical solution to a problem grows into something you could never predict. Letting someone in opens up possibilities that were impossible without them...

[futhark]

[ "Behaving like this, will hurt the person we care about" was truly a wake-up call. And now so, here they are.

Which is fitting. The "Cú Chulainn" has always been a creature of extremes after all. ]

I do keep wondering though, is this still destiny, though? Or is this taking it by the reins and... steering wherever it might go? [ Not wherever you want it to go. At least he thinks so. He never actively wanted to get where they did, it never was a goal he had in mind. The direction was only— away from resentment and bitterness. That it went here, is a surprise ]

It's new. It's been a year, but it's still new. There's been always a destiny, or a Master to guide me. To guide us.

[ Now, this is getting really damn serious. Philosophical even. It feels almost as his job is to steer it away from such tones, into something simpler, playful. And as he's tactile, touchy-feely by very nature, his hand dances around Berserker's jaw. ]

For what it's worth, I'm glad I let you in.

[ Pun notwithstanding ]

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ There's far more that can be said, but the atmosphere is heavy enough with the loss of a bond hanging around -- lightening the mood is welcome. No more needs to be said about destiny or who is or isn't guiding them right now. A chance to just take comfort in each other's presence is what they need.

Berserker tilts his chin up to welcome more of that affection. If Caster listens carefully, he may be able to hear the gentle rumblings of the dragon's odd reptilian version of a purr. ]

...And I suppose I'm glad the dream wasn't a prophecy.