August Catch-All

[sing_for_me]

Who: Alex Benedetto and various people
When: Mostly the full moon
Where: Various places
What: Dealing with a slightly more volatile merrow
Warnings: May contain violence!

If anyone else would to do anything for either the full moon or anywhere in the month of August feel free to pm me or hit me up at mightycheese

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[divineconfetti]

( he should know better. the denizens of the fountainhead palace would play sweetly on their flutes, and then they would use the selfsame instrument to cast a spell to steal away your youth and vitality. that had been an insidious ploy, and this one was similar, though far more brutal in its intention. distantly, in the back of his head, there is an alarm bell (be it shinobi training or turnskin instinct or both), but it is held in check by the power of the spell.

one step closer, then another. his expression is apprehensive, but the predatory eyes are cloudy, slightly vacant. between the newfound power of the lycanthropic influence over his thoughts and the song, it's hard for him to think.

the scaled hand lifts up from the water. wolf looks at it, not moving to take it. it's not even so much caution — he is a man not terribly accustomed to casual displays of closeness, affection, tenderness, care. his life had never allowed him such things, and he had never thought to take them for himself. so for the time being he remains inert in this particular manner.

but it does not dissuade him. another step closer. )

[sing_for_me]

[ The closer he comes, the further into the deeper parts of the water Alex goes. She waits until Wolf is about knee deep before grabbing at his calf and pulling his leg forward. She lunges as he falls back, pinning him down by his shoulders against the water bank. It’s still shallow enough for him to raise his head above water, unless she decides to push down more.

Hovering over him, her eyes glow in the darkness created by her hair as it fell around his face, watching expectantly to see what he would do next. The way her tail glided from side to side was almost akin to a dog that had just gotten a new ball. More than murderous intent, it was a playful, but certainly dangerous, challenge that reflected in her eyes. Although Wolf may or may not see it as such. ]

[divineconfetti]

( wolf doesn't have an innate fear of the water. before he had come here, he had learned a secret mibu breathing technique which had actually allowed him to breathe underwater — he hadn't had the opportunity to test it here, and perhaps he should have already suspected he was without it now, but just as his erroneous belief in still having his power of resurrection dulls his sense of self-preservation, so does this. it isn't until her clawed hand reaches out to grab his leg and pull it out from under him does he realize just what is happening. and how much of a fool he has been.

the turnskin snarls as he falls into the water with a splash, instinctively trying to sit up but finding himself otherwise pinned by the creature. he bares his teeth, a serrated growl tearing through his throat. it's only in times like these that his diminutive size becomes painfully apparent, because, even though he is fully-transformed, wolf is still not so large, impressive, or strong as other monsters.

but he is still a fighter.

wolf does not pick up on the nuance of her intent. were he still in his more human shape and more in control of his faculties, he might, or perhaps have tried to use words, but as it is now, he reacts purely on instinct. his missing arm is a frustrating hindrance, as it also upsets his balance, but he tries to gain purchase in the sand with his feet (paws) just enough so that he could twist his body, swiping at her with his clawed right hand with as much force as he can muster. )

[sing_for_me]

[ The oncoming swipe has her reflexively pulling to the side, but not fast enough to not get hit. She rolls over, but all while still holding on to Wolfe. She attempts to keep it going, tumbling along the shore to return back to her position on top.

This time, she doesn’t give him as much leeway this time around, attempting to push him underneath the waves for longer when she gets the chance. Moving him deeper in might work better in her favor, but he’s still putting up a fight. Although, it probably wouldn’t as fun if he didn’t. ]

[divineconfetti]

( the swinging mitt connects, and it bowls her over sideways, but unfortunately for wolf she pulls him along with her. they roll over several times in the surf; water splashes over him multiple times, stinging his eyes and filling his nose and partially-parted jaws. he splutters, chokes, snarls. in the end, he accomplishes little, still ending up pinned under her, precariously close to water that would be over his head no matter what he did about it.

though she can always try to force him under. she does, and a cascade of bubbles leaks from his jaws as he struggles against it. he has so little leverage in his arm — so he must use whatever else he has at his disposal. he writhes, trying to get into a position where he can kick at her with clawed hind paws, snapping at hands or arms or whatever is close enough to bite. )