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middaeg2021-01-26 09:10 pm
deadvotional) wrote in middaeg2021-01-26 09:10 pm
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[open] i fought fate
Who: Hua Cheng and Open
When: Ieneuer, full moon
Where: Around Aefenglom
What: A fae goes feral. Surely this can't go badly at all.
Warnings: Possible violence, attempted kidnapping. Will update as needed.
[ Hua Cheng has never been the most restrained of figures. Oh, he has plenty of control over himself, but he's also spent centuries doing exactly as he likes whenever he likes, and caring about the opinion of one single person. Who is not in Aefenglom. He has no reputation here, nothing to live up or down.
It's little wonder, then, that he doesn't immediately notice his control slipping. He's been through a few full moons since this transformation, he knows what to expect. Certain instincts towards mischievousness heightened, a greater chance towards viciousness when he feels himself slighted. Nothing he can't handle and nothing that's particularly bothered him so far. He doesn't notice this time getting worse until it's much, much too late.
By the time the moon rises, it's impossible not to notice something is off. The figure that drifts through the streets seems ever-changing, appearance shifting apparently at a whim. Young, old, male, female, it never stays the same for long. Occasionally in-between flickers the fae himself can be seen: long, loose hair, one too-large dark eye. Shimmering scales along his hairline and down his throat. And a pair of large, iridescent butterfly wings jutting out from his back.
Perhaps you've seen the mess of different appearances wandering the streets, perhaps you've caught sight of his eye narrowing as it lands on someone who probably does not want his attention right now.
Or perhaps you've noticed the black-robed figures, who either think they've found an easy target or are willing to risk something less simple for the sake of something so susceptible to the cwyld. Don't worry, Hua Cheng has noticed them too. And the grin on his face isn't promising anything good. ]
When: Ieneuer, full moon
Where: Around Aefenglom
What: A fae goes feral. Surely this can't go badly at all.
Warnings: Possible violence, attempted kidnapping. Will update as needed.
[ Hua Cheng has never been the most restrained of figures. Oh, he has plenty of control over himself, but he's also spent centuries doing exactly as he likes whenever he likes, and caring about the opinion of one single person. Who is not in Aefenglom. He has no reputation here, nothing to live up or down.
It's little wonder, then, that he doesn't immediately notice his control slipping. He's been through a few full moons since this transformation, he knows what to expect. Certain instincts towards mischievousness heightened, a greater chance towards viciousness when he feels himself slighted. Nothing he can't handle and nothing that's particularly bothered him so far. He doesn't notice this time getting worse until it's much, much too late.
By the time the moon rises, it's impossible not to notice something is off. The figure that drifts through the streets seems ever-changing, appearance shifting apparently at a whim. Young, old, male, female, it never stays the same for long. Occasionally in-between flickers the fae himself can be seen: long, loose hair, one too-large dark eye. Shimmering scales along his hairline and down his throat. And a pair of large, iridescent butterfly wings jutting out from his back.
Perhaps you've seen the mess of different appearances wandering the streets, perhaps you've caught sight of his eye narrowing as it lands on someone who probably does not want his attention right now.
Or perhaps you've noticed the black-robed figures, who either think they've found an easy target or are willing to risk something less simple for the sake of something so susceptible to the cwyld. Don't worry, Hua Cheng has noticed them too. And the grin on his face isn't promising anything good. ]