Who: Dionysus and Ariadne What: Dion comes home a bloody mess and death on his hands When: Monday late afternoon Where: Ari's apartment Warnings: TBD---no idea
The darkness had pressed a finger to Dionysus' erratic side. He had drunkenly soaked up all the frantic mortal emotions after being touched by Lyssa and madness. He had formed a shield with the women that had latched onto his erratic nature---an army of mortal women that couldn't return from that dark trance he put them in. He had been angry, ecstatic, intoxicating them all with himself. The women sniffed out blood, ripping their clothes from their bodies and attacking anyone who posed as a threat to their lord and master. If they did not fall down to their knees in his worship they were ripped to shreds. There were all kinds of things happening in the cloak of the dark, New York would have a mess to clean up when the light finally came to pass.
It was late Sunday when the light hit their eyes, Dionysus feeling calm which in turn stopped his group of mad women cold. They were dripping with blood, hair matted, flesh under their fingertips. Whatever madness had surrounded them, the sight before them drove them mad with grief and they scattered.
Dionysus returned to Ariadne's apartment that afternoon just at dusk, covered in sweat and blood. His own state was a post-climatic haze, drunk off himself.