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(Open) Waste No More Time Fighting Your Demons
WHO: Cedrik Reede, open to all
WHERE: Stygia, the Adventurers’ Guild
WHEN: December, including full moons
WHAT: Monthly catch-all
WARNINGS: Werewolf violence, body horror. Vague Shadowbringers spoilers.
First Full Moon (the 11th thru the 14th)
[ Only a few weeks ago, a confrontation in the library left Cedrik with a new set of scars. Claw marks drag down his chest, starting just below the hollow of his throat. Just a few inches higher and his jugular would have been ripped open but he’s had closer calls. He’s more bothered by how difficult it is to fully cover them. The last thing he wants is Hibiki noticing and feeling guilty for his own mistakes.
Beyond that he thinks little of them.
The moon had been strangely bright as of late, especially as it grew fuller. Even in the Adventurers’ Guild just below the ground, the moonlight spilling through the one window well was nearly as bright as day. Cedrik was not able to admire it for long before a sudden pain wracked through his body. ]
Gah!
[ Behind the bar Cedrik suddenly hunched over, reaching for his chest where the scars had begun burning anew, as if the wound was still fresh. The other hand clings to the bartop, the Viera’s vision blurring as he watches it begin to change. His fingers curl and warp, nails blackening into claws as dark hair--dark fur grows down the length of his arm.
Black fur, not white feathers. There’s no light welling up from his gut like sick, and the edges of his vision are darkening, not whiting out.
Not a Sin Eater. It’s the last coherent thought he manages, though it does nothing to lessen his terror.
With a strained cry he drops below the bar top, voice warping as the changes hurry to completion. The pitch rises, becoming a snarling whimper before fading into momentary silence. Behind the bar something stirs, a rustling sound like clothes being struggled with followed by…
A very…
...tiny…
Growl. ]
Rrrrrrr…!
[ A black, fuzzy wolf pup tumbles out from behind the bar, still half-tangled in Cedrik’s heavy clothes, snarling in frustration as he tries to free himself.
He is going to chew on everything. ]
Second Full Moon (the 22nd thru the 28th)
[ As uncomfortable as they were, those first changes gave Cedrik some idea of what to expect. Transforming into a very angry but very small werewolf is inconvenient but not terribly dangerous…so long as no one lets themselves get nipped. Until a cure is found, the best he can do is isolate himself when the next full moon comes.
He’s chosen his room above the Guild, locked and barred the door well above the few feet he can reach as a pup, and included a few scraps of leather and other ‘toys’ to keep himself occupied and avoid destroying his furniture…
Everything in place he sits and waits, watching the light change through the window, bracing himself--
From the first moment, something is different. The pain is worse and he’s immediately growing bigger rather than shrinking down. The dread returns as he realizes--far too late--that his preparations are completely useless.
In the streets below the sound of shattered glass draws little attention from the passing Restless. These are the Harbors, hardly the safest part of Stygia, but the piercing howl that follows turns several heads. The silence only lasts a heartbeat before Cedrik--now a fully grown and very angry werewolf--drops down into the alley and bursts onto the scene, causing Restless to scatter and scream in panic.
Pale eyes fixate on one in particular--perhaps they were too slow to start running, or maybe it’s just an unlucky day--and bolts towards them on all fours, jaws open and fangs gleaming in the full moonlight. ]
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purplesyrup. If you’d rather run into Cedrik as a werewolf somewhere other than around the harbor that’s no trouble, he’ll be running rampant for a bit during the second full moon. Finally, here’s Cedrik’s plotting post.)
WHERE: Stygia, the Adventurers’ Guild
WHEN: December, including full moons
WHAT: Monthly catch-all
WARNINGS: Werewolf violence, body horror. Vague Shadowbringers spoilers.
First Full Moon (the 11th thru the 14th)
[ Only a few weeks ago, a confrontation in the library left Cedrik with a new set of scars. Claw marks drag down his chest, starting just below the hollow of his throat. Just a few inches higher and his jugular would have been ripped open but he’s had closer calls. He’s more bothered by how difficult it is to fully cover them. The last thing he wants is Hibiki noticing and feeling guilty for his own mistakes.
Beyond that he thinks little of them.
The moon had been strangely bright as of late, especially as it grew fuller. Even in the Adventurers’ Guild just below the ground, the moonlight spilling through the one window well was nearly as bright as day. Cedrik was not able to admire it for long before a sudden pain wracked through his body. ]
Gah!
[ Behind the bar Cedrik suddenly hunched over, reaching for his chest where the scars had begun burning anew, as if the wound was still fresh. The other hand clings to the bartop, the Viera’s vision blurring as he watches it begin to change. His fingers curl and warp, nails blackening into claws as dark hair--dark fur grows down the length of his arm.
Black fur, not white feathers. There’s no light welling up from his gut like sick, and the edges of his vision are darkening, not whiting out.
Not a Sin Eater. It’s the last coherent thought he manages, though it does nothing to lessen his terror.
With a strained cry he drops below the bar top, voice warping as the changes hurry to completion. The pitch rises, becoming a snarling whimper before fading into momentary silence. Behind the bar something stirs, a rustling sound like clothes being struggled with followed by…
A very…
...tiny…
Growl. ]
Rrrrrrr…!
[ A black, fuzzy wolf pup tumbles out from behind the bar, still half-tangled in Cedrik’s heavy clothes, snarling in frustration as he tries to free himself.
He is going to chew on everything. ]
Second Full Moon (the 22nd thru the 28th)
[ As uncomfortable as they were, those first changes gave Cedrik some idea of what to expect. Transforming into a very angry but very small werewolf is inconvenient but not terribly dangerous…so long as no one lets themselves get nipped. Until a cure is found, the best he can do is isolate himself when the next full moon comes.
He’s chosen his room above the Guild, locked and barred the door well above the few feet he can reach as a pup, and included a few scraps of leather and other ‘toys’ to keep himself occupied and avoid destroying his furniture…
Everything in place he sits and waits, watching the light change through the window, bracing himself--
From the first moment, something is different. The pain is worse and he’s immediately growing bigger rather than shrinking down. The dread returns as he realizes--far too late--that his preparations are completely useless.
In the streets below the sound of shattered glass draws little attention from the passing Restless. These are the Harbors, hardly the safest part of Stygia, but the piercing howl that follows turns several heads. The silence only lasts a heartbeat before Cedrik--now a fully grown and very angry werewolf--drops down into the alley and bursts onto the scene, causing Restless to scatter and scream in panic.
Pale eyes fixate on one in particular--perhaps they were too slow to start running, or maybe it’s just an unlucky day--and bolts towards them on all fours, jaws open and fangs gleaming in the full moonlight. ]
Wildcard
(OOC: If you’d like a custom prompt or something else entirely, you can DM this journal or reach me at
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in the center of the courtyard is an empty fountain, stained by mildew. beyond it, the rotted and disintegrating wooden door to the chapel. all around, the skeletons of bushes that had once been cultivated.
she skirts around behind them rather than take the direct route, trying to put something, anything, between herself and the beast as she staggers towards the door. ]
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Taking a twisting route is a good choice, forcing Cedrik to jump over or plow through the bushes to keep up the chase, though they don't slow him down much...
The church itself looks sturdy in spite of its age, the rotting wood of the door held together by more iron. They stand ajar, a sliver of shadow that looks just big enough for Alina to slip through, if she can reach it. There's also an overgrown path leading around the back and a ladder leading up to the roof--something a groundskeeper left behind long, long ago.
Where will Alina run? ]