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awryprincess) wrote in middaeg2020-08-06 09:16 am
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Our love is like water
Who: Heralia il Gardlanda and OPEN
When: Auguril
Where: Various
What: Catch-all! Quests, event, Full Moon Shenanigans(tm)
Warnings: A bit of blood and body horror for babby's first transformation. Will update as needed.
[1: Auguril 3rd, Full Moon, Night]
[She'd felt it itch like an infected cut, under her skin. Things flitting past her vision were... distracting for the whole day, and by the night, she could feel the itch across all of her to catch those distracting things in her claws (claws?) and bite them with her fangs (definitely doesn't have fangs). Something wanted to come out. Something bursting her at the seams.
As the sun sets, and the moon rises, Heralia understands what it means to be a Turnskin. Her skin stretches over something much larger, bulkier, furrier than she is, splitting and cracking, and the beast within starts to emerge, with a slosh of some... sticky, unidentifiable liquid that's a bit like peritoneal fluid, though it smells less like viscera, and more like wet dog. The skin liquefies as it hits the ground, into that same, strange, watery substance.
She bursts out of her old form with a growl, fur wet and slick and gleaming in the moonlight, and proceeds to... shake herself off, splattering the nearby structures with the remnants of the liquid. Her tongue runs across her forearms to clean off what's left of the substance, as though the taste doesn't bother her. And it doesn't - it tastes a bit like liquefied fat, with a tinge of blood. Once the grooming is complete... the hunt is on, and the wereleopard, now standing a good almost foot taller than Heralia's usually diminutive stature, rights itself from four legs, to two, and scents the air.
Hm. Something smells good. Something like... meat, perhaps?
She's out on the look for it. Close enough to the edge of the city to go hunting for live prey, but close enough to the wall to smell meats curing overnight, or someone sneaking a midnight snack. Whatever it is, the leopard stops, and stares, almost expectantly, long, pink tongue lolling out and curling over her muzzle.
Luckily, she can be sated with food. She can be sated other ways, as well, but it's not like she can communicate that at the moment. Or, perhaps, another Monster wants to join her on a hunt. Leopards are solitary predators, but pack instinct among Turnskins means she can be brought out for something more productive and less dangerous.]
[2: Match Made - Around Aefenglom - Lunasa]
[Let's rewind a couple of hours, or a couple of days. Ah, a festival made for romance. Such a thing had been a priority of hers, once, when she was a young girl, dreaming of a love that would sweep her off her feet, and promise adventure and companionship.
She got that, eventually. It just took an attempt on her life, and... well, it's not like her relationship with Laurel was traditionally romantic. That with Moraster, or the other dragons, either. But the end was more or less the same as what some people tried for when they married for love - and she got it without even needing to go that far.]
Oh! How's the happy couple? [Whether or not it looks like your character is dating said person they're standing next to, or not, she's there - she's there, and she's making that statement just to get attention. If she's right? Great. If not? Well, she can take the argument it'll spawn. Work it to her advantage. She's good at that.]
[3: Hazard At The Harbor - Aefenglome - Whenver]
[Through the harbor, a child runs, clearly holding something.]
And what do you have there? [And there's Heralia, calling out as the child scoots past, heading toward a back entrance to the factory.
A knife! [There's a glee in the child's voice. Definitely something they weren't expecting. Heralia claps her hands together.]
Excellent! Then you found the crate! Use it wisely~.
[Yep. She's giving kids knives. That's how she's going to start the urchin factory revolution. She feels eyes upon her, though, and looks to whomever is approaching.] Ah, hello!
[4: Antler Fruit - Wildes - Any time after the full moon]
Shh, shh-shh. [Heralia says, and drops into a crouch. Her ears, definitely furry and cat-shaped, swivel to the fore, pointed like radar dishes at the deer that's pawing its way through the underbrush.]
Theeeere it is. That must be it, yes?
[5: Lady of the Lake - Wilde - Any time after the full moon]
Well, well. Isn't that a sorry sight... [She mumbles to herself. This must be the lake and that must be... the spirit. Heralia looks at her traveling companion, as though to dare them to take the first step forward.] Well, let's get this started, shall we?
[6: WILDCARD]
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When: Auguril
Where: Various
What: Catch-all! Quests, event, Full Moon Shenanigans(tm)
Warnings: A bit of blood and body horror for babby's first transformation. Will update as needed.
[1: Auguril 3rd, Full Moon, Night]
[She'd felt it itch like an infected cut, under her skin. Things flitting past her vision were... distracting for the whole day, and by the night, she could feel the itch across all of her to catch those distracting things in her claws (claws?) and bite them with her fangs (definitely doesn't have fangs). Something wanted to come out. Something bursting her at the seams.
As the sun sets, and the moon rises, Heralia understands what it means to be a Turnskin. Her skin stretches over something much larger, bulkier, furrier than she is, splitting and cracking, and the beast within starts to emerge, with a slosh of some... sticky, unidentifiable liquid that's a bit like peritoneal fluid, though it smells less like viscera, and more like wet dog. The skin liquefies as it hits the ground, into that same, strange, watery substance.
She bursts out of her old form with a growl, fur wet and slick and gleaming in the moonlight, and proceeds to... shake herself off, splattering the nearby structures with the remnants of the liquid. Her tongue runs across her forearms to clean off what's left of the substance, as though the taste doesn't bother her. And it doesn't - it tastes a bit like liquefied fat, with a tinge of blood. Once the grooming is complete... the hunt is on, and the wereleopard, now standing a good almost foot taller than Heralia's usually diminutive stature, rights itself from four legs, to two, and scents the air.
Hm. Something smells good. Something like... meat, perhaps?
She's out on the look for it. Close enough to the edge of the city to go hunting for live prey, but close enough to the wall to smell meats curing overnight, or someone sneaking a midnight snack. Whatever it is, the leopard stops, and stares, almost expectantly, long, pink tongue lolling out and curling over her muzzle.
Luckily, she can be sated with food. She can be sated other ways, as well, but it's not like she can communicate that at the moment. Or, perhaps, another Monster wants to join her on a hunt. Leopards are solitary predators, but pack instinct among Turnskins means she can be brought out for something more productive and less dangerous.]
[2: Match Made - Around Aefenglom - Lunasa]
[Let's rewind a couple of hours, or a couple of days. Ah, a festival made for romance. Such a thing had been a priority of hers, once, when she was a young girl, dreaming of a love that would sweep her off her feet, and promise adventure and companionship.
She got that, eventually. It just took an attempt on her life, and... well, it's not like her relationship with Laurel was traditionally romantic. That with Moraster, or the other dragons, either. But the end was more or less the same as what some people tried for when they married for love - and she got it without even needing to go that far.]
Oh! How's the happy couple? [Whether or not it looks like your character is dating said person they're standing next to, or not, she's there - she's there, and she's making that statement just to get attention. If she's right? Great. If not? Well, she can take the argument it'll spawn. Work it to her advantage. She's good at that.]
[3: Hazard At The Harbor - Aefenglome - Whenver]
[Through the harbor, a child runs, clearly holding something.]
And what do you have there? [And there's Heralia, calling out as the child scoots past, heading toward a back entrance to the factory.
A knife! [There's a glee in the child's voice. Definitely something they weren't expecting. Heralia claps her hands together.]
Excellent! Then you found the crate! Use it wisely~.
[Yep. She's giving kids knives. That's how she's going to start the urchin factory revolution. She feels eyes upon her, though, and looks to whomever is approaching.] Ah, hello!
[4: Antler Fruit - Wildes - Any time after the full moon]
Shh, shh-shh. [Heralia says, and drops into a crouch. Her ears, definitely furry and cat-shaped, swivel to the fore, pointed like radar dishes at the deer that's pawing its way through the underbrush.]
Theeeere it is. That must be it, yes?
[5: Lady of the Lake - Wilde - Any time after the full moon]
Well, well. Isn't that a sorry sight... [She mumbles to herself. This must be the lake and that must be... the spirit. Heralia looks at her traveling companion, as though to dare them to take the first step forward.] Well, let's get this started, shall we?
[6: WILDCARD]
[For all your Wildcarding needs! You can make your own starter, you can hit me up at Heralia's plotting top level, you can get me on Plurk at
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[ She laughs quietly and then hefts the box and pushes to her feet. ]
Distributing them might be a little more difficult-
[ She turns to wander back toward the front of the store, idly browsing some of the other wares as she edges past them. ]
-but if you've already spoken to them I'm sure you know who we can find to make sure they get where they need to go!
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[She winks, and steps forward, watching the aisle pass. If she's throwing a party, she can see some of this stuff coming in handy, but for the most part... this store doesn't have anything she is interested in.
She motions toward the cashier.] Do you have exact change? I have a bit of money, now.
[Now that she's picked up a few odd jobs and done some tasks. Now she knows how all those... heroes... that kept coming for her and her Lord's castle must've felt at first.]
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[ She doesn't mind paying. it's for a good cause. She digs her coinpurse out and starts counting money out onto the counter with a little hum. She's pleased. ]
I have to say, it feels good to be proactive, doesn't it? Better than sitting around and waiting for something to happen to you.
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Then, once the money's forked over, he seems to decide he doesn't care anymore, and one of Heralia's ears twitches in amusment./small>]
Let's go find someone who can put these to the best use, yeah?
[And she flits away, grabbing the door and - even if she is the princess - holding it open.]
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I do enjoy being an inspiration. It's the hero in me, I suppose. Got to be a good example, you know?
[ She offers a bow and then ducks out the door, box cradled in her hands. ]
Now, you've actually been... ah... distributing certain items, so I'll let you lead the way this time.
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[#do it for the children]
Yes, let's go to where the kids were meeting up. Just be aware, they're a little shy at first. You understand. But they're pretty easy to gain the trust of.
[They can be bought, more like. With, say, those fireworks Iramaat has. Those will do nicely.
Heralia leads them back to the general area of the factories where she had been with the kids before, but she takes a detour down a side-alley, that opens into another, with a little "opening" in the center of three buildings.
It's there the conglomerate of kids are, giggling and congregating around things.] Kids! Did you all like my knives? We have more for you!
[Then, she cedes the floor to Iramaat, so she can gain the kids' trust.]
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[ When they finally arrive, Iramaat has to pause to take it all in. So many children! And they're all ready to make trouble, which is exactly what Iramaat wants. She sets the box down and spreads her hands in a little wave to all of them, a laugh stealing from her lips. ]
Hello, darlings - I'm Iramaat and I'm here to help you out a little. I know that you've already gotten some knives, but... well. We figured that making some noise and smoke might make things even more entertaining - which is why we've brought you these delightful little noisemakers.
[ Which is one way of describing firecrackers, sure. She opens the box and holds one up to show it off. ]
I trust you know what to do with these, hmmm?
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[She walks up behind Iramaat, and nudges her.] I think they like them, though. You have good ideas.
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Oh, I have my moments. Thank you for saying so, though. Do you think that's our good deed for the day? Or should we hang around to see what they do with them?
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[She giggles, and reaches up to gently put a hand on Iramaat's lower back, to start getting while the getting is good.] It's in the kids' hands now, how they want to do this. They're getting old enough to make their own decisions.
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You know, I think you're right. Whatever they end up doing, I'm sure it will be constructive. Somehow.
[ Or destructive, as the case may be. ]
I think we deserve a little of relaxation.
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I think we do, too! What're ya thinking? A drink to celebrate?
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Certainly. How do you feel about wine?
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[There's an important distinction there, and while Heralia's sometimes okay with the latter, she'd much prefer the former.]
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[ That's a joke. Probably. ]
I do have some bottles at home, but we could also go find some more.
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[Of course, the offer comes with a cocked eyebrow, and then... Heralia laughs. Less a giggle, more a proper laugh, and she raises an eyebrow.] At home? Oh my, are you inviting me over? [There's an out there, too, she can hear, but... well...]
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[ Look at her, trying to be smooth. ]
Besides, the house feels dreadfully empty these days.
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[Why not, YOLO (even if technically Heralia probably should've died that one time), etc.]
As long as the drink is good, of course. I've had some of the finest in our realm. [She winks. She's not actually serious, but she might as well play up the princess angle a little.]
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[ She's already starting to turn up one of the main streets. It's going to be a bit of a hike up to her house, but exercise is good for you. Right? ]
Trust me, I'm a wonderful hostess. I'd never serve something bad. It'd ruin my good name.
[ Such as it is. ]
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Well, whatever happens, will happen.]
Do you have snacks, or do we need to make a quick stop at a bakery? I can pay for some good bread and cheese and fruit.
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[ She hums. ]
I have some things at home, of course, but fresh bread wouldn't be amiss. And since you're offering, how could I refuse?
[ She nods up the street. ]
There should be a little market just up here somewhere-
[ And there is, fortunately enough. One happy enough to take coin from either of them. ]
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[Besides, not that it would matter much, but it makes the exchange feel more even.
She motions, and ducks into the store. A nice, plump loaf of bread, a wedge cheese, and Heralia digs through the fruits, asking what kinds they should have. The season makes it perfect for grabbing an apple she can slice up, and some late-season raspberries, plus some sort of native fruit the clerk informs her is sweet and berry-like.] Alright, you got a favorite fruit or two to add? And we're good to get going!
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[ She gestures and laughs. Once they have their purchases, she leads the way back out onto the street and then up it. The walk is a bit of a hike, but soon enough the mansion that Iramaat mostly has to herself these days comes into view. She trots up the front steps and opens the, door, gesturing for Heralia to follow. ]
Let's not wait about on the stoop all day.
[ It's a big house. She used to have people she lived with, but they've gone. Not that she mentions that as she starts bustling about and pulling out wineglasses. ]