( open ) aguril catch-all log

[sonnestark]

Who: Karin Koenig & you!
When: Throughout Aguril.
Where: Various.
What: Quests, full moon shenanigans, transformation troubles, etc. Open unless otherwise noted!
Warnings: Some body horror and potential violence, will update as needed if anything else particularly spicy comes up.


i. the lady in the lake ( quest )

[Though the job itself had been marked as being high-risk, Karin found herself drawn to the idea of confronting a ghost— for one thing, it wouldn’t be the first time, and if all of her experience running errands for ghosts was ever going to come in handy, it would have to be now. Heeding the provided warnings, she dresses for the weather and heads for the lake armed. She can’t help smiling to herself when the lake comes into view, steadily making her way towards the shore.]

If Yuri were here, he’d be losing his mind right about now.

[A man who can take the form of countless demons, terrified of ghosts. Her friend’s predicament will never not be funny to her. Perhaps you agreed to come on this job together beforehand and she’s offering the comment to break the silence, or maybe you’ve come here on your own and just happen to catch her talking to herself as she approaches, but either way, she rubs her gloved hands together to ward off the cold as she reaches the shore. Who’s up for some tag-team ghost whispering?]

ii. full moon fever ( the wilde )

[The idea had been to ride out whatever changes took hold during the full moon by spending the night outside the city, far from anyone who might get hurt in the process. In theory, it works— the night of the full moon finds Karin transformed, though not entirely unrecognizable: while still largely herself, feathers have erupted throughout her hair and down her neck and back, the coat she'd worn to ward off the cold having been completely destroyed by the wings that have pushed their way to the surface. Flying seems to be out of the question, her wings too new and not yet strong or large enough to bear her weight, but harpy instincts drive her to the trees, using newly-emerged talons to pull herself up into the branches and to hold tight as she travels well above the ground, eager to give herself an opportunity to at least stretch her wings, if nothing else.

What she hadn't considered was that there were countless others outside the city for the exact same purpose, and being just this side of feral, there's no telling what will happen should she encounter anyone else struggling with their own changes. Maybe you're out in the Wilde to run or hunt, to try and work through your own shift, or perhaps it's work or something else entirely that's brought you out this way— whatever the cause, there's a rustle in the trees above, followed by a flash of red feathers, as well as a growling coming from somewhere deeper in the woods. After all, new monsters aren't the only things just outside the city walls.]

iii. time may change me ( late aguril, closed to housemates & close cr )

a.
[The changes that had come with the full moon had largely been temporary, at least for now, but some permanent transformation has already begun to set in. For one, Karin keeps finding feathers in her hair at the most unexpected moments, and while she’d plucked the first few strays that had come in as though they were mere inconveniences, she’d quickly curbed the habit, reminding herself that fighting changes was only going to make them worse in the long run. Besides, being the same color as her hair, at least for the time being, the feathers tended to blend in.
The ears, on the other hand…

She sighs heavily while standing in front of the mirror hanging in the upstairs hallway of the house she’s come to call home, frowning at herself as she turns her head and pulls part of her hair up and back to examine the fine point her ear has come to, much more defined than it had been even a week earlier.

It’s getting harder and harder to cover them up, and while she knows that there will be far more jarring changes in her appearance soon… a large part of her just wants to hold onto being human for a little while longer, if she can.]

Maybe it’s not that noticeable…?

[Mm. Wishful thinking.]

b.
[Near the very end of Aguril, the ongoing changes are no longer what she would consider to be merely inconvenient or uncomfortable. At first, she doesn’t know what the cause might be— there’s no visual, only sudden and severe pain that seems to hum its way through each of her limbs, out to the very tips of her fingers. Walking becomes stiff and awkward as the pain itself becomes dull and continuous, and the last few days of the month, she’ll resign herself to being bedridden, retreating to her bedroom and curling up as best she can to try and sleep through the worst of it, when her body will let her.

By now, it’s more obvious to her what’s happening beneath the surface; she can feel herself getting lighter, whatever magic it is that’s responsible for the change seeing fit to hollow out her bones from the inside, a process that is proving itself to be long, drawn-out, and excruciatingly painful. While she won’t be entirely adverse to visitors, and will be willing to let friends outside the household know via the watch network that she’s indisposed, she can’t promise to be very good company.]