open | december full moons & catch-all

[sporelett]

Who: Nyskie and YOU!
When: Full moons or throughout Deceuer
Where: All throughout Aefenglom
What: Full moon nonsense and more
Warnings: Transformation-related body horror

[The deep, clear calm following Deceuer’s early winter blizzard is like an invitation just for Nyskie, drawing her from the shelter of creaking apartment walls and the warmth of a wood-stoked stove to prowl through streets turned soft and silver by blankets of moonlit snow. There’s a lingering chill in the air that makes the city a ghost town, most of its residents huddled inside with good company and warm drinks to banish the gloom of the season.

Not so for her. Moonrise finds Nyskie wandering through the drifts, the sounds of her passage swallowed up by the cold and forbidding silence that has blanketed the town. The chill air bites at her, but the call of the moons is strangely alluring, even more so than ever before. Their light intoxicates her, filling her to brimming with restless energy as she seeks a vantage point atop the peaked roof of a nearby residence. She claws her way up with chill, numb fingers, finally finding the peak and facing the moons while something inside her writhes and flexes, causing the papery casings protecting her nascent wings to stretch and creak.

She breathes deeply, pauses… then hunches over with a shriek as they burst free―crumpled, silken wings whirling with insane patterns, a chaotic mess of ever-shifting colours that glow hypnotically under the light of the twin moons. They grow quickly to their full breadth, changing from sad, cramped things to wings that stretch almost two feet from base to tip, fluttering in the chill breeze. It’s cold… colder than she would like, yes. But the moons continue to hold her captive. Her night has only just begun.]

Stalking in a Winter Wonderland

[It’s a quiet night on Aefenglom’s snow-covered streets―perhaps too quiet. The thick, soft snow is perfect for muffling footfalls, and even with the moons as bright as they currently are, there are plenty of dark alleys for someone who was up to no good to be hiding in. Nyskie turns this to her advantage, stalking through the snow in search of victims foolish enough to be wandering the streets at this hour. She’s full of mischief tonight and intends to spread it around, whether people like it or not.

Part of her night is spent shadowing those who seem just a little too absorbed in their own thoughts, using illusions to change the names of street signs and hide landmarks, leading the unwary astray so she can enjoy their confusion as they become increasingly lost. If the opportunity strikes, she may scale a convenient house or tree in order to dump snow on unsuspecting passersby, or she may take the chance to confuse or unnerve potential victims with illusory sounds in the dark―the howl of a beast on the hunt, the flapping of gigantic wings, or perhaps just the jingling of ghostly bells next to their ear.

She takes pains to stay out of sight, using the shadows and illusory objects to hide behind at need, but those with their wits about them may catch sight of her―wide violet eyes electric with the glow of magic, her wings fluttering chaotically at her back and long, clawed fingers pale with cold. Chase her and she’ll scuttle away through the snow, cackling as she goes… or perhaps a more subtle approach will serve better, if you have the patience for it.]

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hewwo i am here for stockings 🎄 , i mean stalkings

[usurpers]

[ even in disadvantageous weather, the full moon gives eren less peace but more animation compared to the regular days of the month. nights where he would rather sleep off the nipping cold were tossed in favor of agitation that wouldn’t let him sleep at all. even his acrimony seems like it heats his body just as the iridescent breath sac lodged behind his lungs do; the harsher spell of his dully lit tattoos keep his limbs so heated that snow melts around his reptilian hind legs, and the acrid diplomatea product he earlier consumed keeps his exhales smoldering, thick white puffs hitting the cold air and dissipating like smoke.

he’s out here because the smell and taste of fae glitter comes through so strongly with the winter breezes, in the cracks of a window and through the holes of his dens that impulse gets the mighty best of him. he doesn’t know what his sudden beef with faes are, but it wasn’t as if he was in much mindset to think of it as strange. it just was right now, and that was that.

the illusionary sounds make his long, pointed ears flick, his tail whip behind him, and a growl like thunder drum from his throat past his fangs. eren’s tongue flicks at the air constantly— following her undeniable aroma and stalking just as much as she was. he’s patient, to an extent. he won’t say a word for now, but he does keep his blinding blue, slit pupils scanning to prey on her.

what he’ll do with her, or attempt to do, was beyond eren’s current reasoning or planning. he just knew that he had to find her, and promptly hisses when a tumble of snow tips off a nearby roof and nearly lands on his head. ]

[sporelett]

[It’s not every day that she gets to prank a dragon-man. In fact, that kind of opportunity almost never comes up―even in a city like this one. The added challenge of stalking someone with such a keen interest to get his claws on her only ups the intrigue, making her mischief more interesting. Perhaps a more mild-mannered victim would have bored her into moving on by this point, but this one is so rewarding to play with. The addition of potential risk into the equation only adds excitement, like a candle flame beckoning her to flutter ever closer.

A gleeful cackle follows the cascade of snow pelting Eren’s head, echoing through the icy darkness. She crawls back up the roof slope, pouncing across an alley to a neighbouring building and sliding down from it to scurry through someone’s backyard. It’s pretty hard to lose a seven-foot dragon monster, especially with the kind of trail he’s blazing through the snow, so she’s keen to just scurry off into the neighbourhood and circle around to irritate him from another angle.]

[usurpers]

[ perhaps it had been that, perhaps it had been more. he knew he was being seen as a toy. it riled his blood and made it boil with displeasure. it’s almost as if . . . this one deserves to be locked up.

maybe he’ll think more ill of it in the morning, but surely he wouldn’t in the presence of the sisters. some of the snow clings to his unkept hair and curling horns, but a shake gets them all off, the remainder melts against his body heat. perhaps he was just a tad more . . . stupid, was it? eren had always been intelligent, even when the moons came, so that wasn’t it— but he’s definitely hyperfocused for a few catching moments enough to not realize: they could be going in circles. he climbs houses, leaves behind dragging claw marks and almost slithers just above the other path she leaves. his tongue was absolutely crazy for the taste of fairie dust, not to eat it but to catch, and her laugh. her laugh was tantalizing in the most irritating way possible.

he stands in the middle of one of the district streets, the tail behind him nerves and lashing just as a cat’s would. ]

How long are you going to keep this up? [ if she wants hard mode, give him a minute— he’ll give her a few levels to jump posthaste. ]

[battlebound]

[ It is, perhaps, not all that surprising that Steak finds himself out as the night grows deeper. The moon's call is nowhere near as strong or painful as last month, though a fifth tentacle has begun to protrude from his waist. He finds the walk is enough to distract him, especially with the chill chasing away most other thoughts.

He isn't actually looking for any troublemakers in particular as he wanders through the city, and perhaps that's what makes him a particularly appealing target for any troublesome fae who happen to be enjoying their new changes.

A noise flutters from just behind him, bells that seem to be dangled at the side of his head, and he twists, frowning.

What was that?! ]

time for more stalking!

[firewalled]

[Nyskie must be getting bored of the usual targets by this point, which may have been why her magic has lured in another unsuspecting, but slightly more interesting creature. There's a dragon, large enough that its head can be spotted over most rooftops, lumbering through the courtyard. Rich is honestly a little annoyed with himself. Even if he thought he smelled food, wandering off from home wasn't a bright idea, especially when his form is so large and unweildy.

His frustration with himself mounts as he seems to apparently get turned around, streets he thought he had passed before suddenly reappearing, the streets only getting narrower for such a big monster.

Eventually, the dragon is pissed off enough to snort a small burst of flame from its mouth, before its roar peters off into a grumble and it curls up in a less cramped area, in a park he must have passed for the fifth time. He's too tired for these shenanigans. Let him rest.]