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do you bare your fangs at us, sir? MOONLIT RIVALS LOG 2, SCENE 2
Who: Readers and Actors
What: The werewolves who are not sneaking into the party cause a bit of mischief... and did anybody actually agree to keep the peace tonight?
When: The night of the ball itself. [ooc timeline: Feb 6th - 19th]
Where: The city of Montica.
Content warnings: Please include any warnings in headers.
Waxing Gibbous Moon
The streets have emptied, particularly in the vampiric half of town. Most of the vampire loyalists have joined the masquerade, leaving their homes and shops unattended. Tonight is a special night - a once in a century event, and they wouldn’t miss it for the world.
Even some werewolves and neutral citizens have been enticed to attend. Jadis the Mystic has created a lotion that will disguise the scent of a werewolf; an effect that is broken by shifting, breaking the skin, or the gradual passage of time. It is not widely distributed, but rumours travel fast. The lotion is only given to any Guildulf-aligned werewolves, but… well, there’s nothing wrong with a little trade here or there. Right?
For all of the wolves in town - with the moon so close to being full, it’s natural for them to feel a bit more excitable. Energetic. Ready to take on the world. And seeing as Montica is so empty, it’s like a playground has just been opened up. The young wolves in particular are eager to take advantage of the empty streets, the sound of not-quite-mature howls breaking through the air in their excitement. There are hardly any people around to be scared if they play too rough or run too fast, and they are taking advantage of this with great enthusiasm.
In the highly-debated 'neutral' zone, some small packs of adolescent werewolves are gathering. There's banter and roughhousing, the not-quite-adults playfully shoving each-other over the invisible line where the vampire territory begins.
Some of the bravest amongst them take the challenge to dart over and brush their fingers over silver doorhandles - their yelps spurring courage and adrenaline in the others. What starts harmlessly enough quickly escalates as they urge each-other on, teenage excitement and the thrill of the moon encouraging all sorts of bad choices. The longer they go without reprimand, the more bold they become; and somewhere along the way, bulbs of garlic start winding up in places they wouldn't normally be found. (There is at least one group who is excitedly challenging each-other to leave the garlic in more and more absurd places. If they happen to sting themselves on some silver ornamentation on the way, all the better.)
Not all homes are unoccupied, though - sooner or later someone’s going to disturb someone else’s peace, and tensions are already so high. Hopefully there are some Responsible Adults around to curtail the worst of the mischief before someone’s temper is sparked.
What: The werewolves who are not sneaking into the party cause a bit of mischief... and did anybody actually agree to keep the peace tonight?
When: The night of the ball itself. [ooc timeline: Feb 6th - 19th]
Where: The city of Montica.
Content warnings: Please include any warnings in headers.
Waxing Gibbous Moon
In Town
Above the city, the Umbra Mansion stands tall. Its grand doors and windows have been opened, spilling light like a beacon. Music lilts in the air, drifting so far as to be faintly heard even in the neutral centre of the city.The streets have emptied, particularly in the vampiric half of town. Most of the vampire loyalists have joined the masquerade, leaving their homes and shops unattended. Tonight is a special night - a once in a century event, and they wouldn’t miss it for the world.
Even some werewolves and neutral citizens have been enticed to attend. Jadis the Mystic has created a lotion that will disguise the scent of a werewolf; an effect that is broken by shifting, breaking the skin, or the gradual passage of time. It is not widely distributed, but rumours travel fast. The lotion is only given to any Guildulf-aligned werewolves, but… well, there’s nothing wrong with a little trade here or there. Right?
For all of the wolves in town - with the moon so close to being full, it’s natural for them to feel a bit more excitable. Energetic. Ready to take on the world. And seeing as Montica is so empty, it’s like a playground has just been opened up. The young wolves in particular are eager to take advantage of the empty streets, the sound of not-quite-mature howls breaking through the air in their excitement. There are hardly any people around to be scared if they play too rough or run too fast, and they are taking advantage of this with great enthusiasm.
In the highly-debated 'neutral' zone, some small packs of adolescent werewolves are gathering. There's banter and roughhousing, the not-quite-adults playfully shoving each-other over the invisible line where the vampire territory begins.
Some of the bravest amongst them take the challenge to dart over and brush their fingers over silver doorhandles - their yelps spurring courage and adrenaline in the others. What starts harmlessly enough quickly escalates as they urge each-other on, teenage excitement and the thrill of the moon encouraging all sorts of bad choices. The longer they go without reprimand, the more bold they become; and somewhere along the way, bulbs of garlic start winding up in places they wouldn't normally be found. (There is at least one group who is excitedly challenging each-other to leave the garlic in more and more absurd places. If they happen to sting themselves on some silver ornamentation on the way, all the better.)
Not all homes are unoccupied, though - sooner or later someone’s going to disturb someone else’s peace, and tensions are already so high. Hopefully there are some Responsible Adults around to curtail the worst of the mischief before someone’s temper is sparked.
Re: Closed to Amalia
Around Selune, the shadows deepen.
The moonlight glimmers on the sharpened edge of a dueling shield. "You, who broke the peace of the Laurelthirst. Did you think you would escape the Hunters' wrath?"
That's. Amalia, or at least Amalia's voice. And then it echoes from the alley's walls. "Did you think you would escape us?"
Re: Closed to Amalia
"Amalia. What a SURPRISE to see you here, when you and yours were to slink before Lord Umbra acting as harlequins at their frivolous display of vanity."
For all her bluster, this isn't a fight she can win. Selune turns back the way she came -
And is raked by a claw across her cheek and eye.
She stumbles, blindly, back, and the wolf that clawed her shifts into the form of a girl, twintails dyed blue, all her clothing emblazoned azure.
"Yes, Selune, did you think in all your sowing sirrocos you would not reap this whirlwind?" she hisses. "Did you not think we'd not make your hide into a drum for threatening the peace of Montica?!"
Re: Closed to Amalia
"Us, whose eyes are in every street?" While Amalia speaks with cold, iron certainty, the shadows speak with trembling anger.
Amalia has not stopped her advance, apace with the shadows. "You have but a minute, Selune. I suggest you choose your next words with exceptional care."
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She has chosen poorly.
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"No. We shan't gloat. The dead may speak to those with the correct vision." The shadow uncomfortably leaps out of the way just in time for the rapier to run through Selune. As if to make sure, she scores the legs, deep, as well. "There is much yet to do tonight. Our alliance is short-lived, but busy."
Speaking of, she looks to Nova, and puts her sword away. "Nova, forgive the display. What news from Laurelthirst?"
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She grimaces, checking the fallen one's pockets.
"...Cassidy silver-burnt. A stranger with the strength of ten stood in our defense, forcing Armando to submit and his sworn Planetes to scatter; no others harmed. But I fear this is not the first. The Guidulfs were attacked, and we've not yet seen hide nor hair of the Noctiluna's...
She finds what she's looking for and displays the broken wax seal.
"As this confirms we will."
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At the mention of the letter, The shadow growls in frustration, but Amalia herself clicks her tongue in annoyance. "I knew I was testing their loyalty to stay my hand, but..."
She takes the letter and reads it. "If it was the Noctiluna who struck Guildulf, I fear more for the Noctiluna than the Guildulf, though it may have strange implications. I have seen many things and more in the nights leading up to the Masque, and only one of them was our friend the watchsmith."
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Nova sighs. "What news from that missive?"
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"Don't patronize me. I am merely just as furious as you!"
"Of course. You are no lapdog. You are my equal."
The red eyes widen, briefly, the ears popping at last to joy, before the shadow-wolf reminds itself of something, and flattens again.
"Very well. But come, the hunt is on!" Amalia speeds off into the night, leaving Lily and Nova to follow.