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HEAD COUNCIL (headcouncil) wrote in nosuchplace,
@ 2008-10-31 18:23:00

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charlie jung, echo planck, events: full moon, katy wilson, sydni wilson, zach kitano

Friday: October 26, 2007
Who: Werewolves and anyone who wants to be outside the barrier
When: Before sunset and beyond
Where: North East of Helicharis (just beyond the Abandoned Elven Palace)
What: The werewolves let loose!
ooc: 1) Start sub-threads in this post by posting the name of all characters involved in the subject and the approximate time of night that particular scene is happening. 2) You can choose how your character arrived at the enclosure. 3) Don't forget to describe the character shifting and what they look like while shifted. 4) Don't forget that the transformation hurts unless you are used to it. 5) Lastly, have fun and go wild with it!

The forests all around Elysium were quiet as the sun began to descend toward the horizon. Animals locked themselves away in their homes, knowing what was to come within the next hour. They would stay there until the morning if they knew what was good for them, otherwise they could become victims for the lycans as they loped around the enclosure set aside just for them.

There was only a slight breeze tonight, bringing with it warm air from the South. The sky was overcast, blocking out the precious moon. But the werewolves didn't need to see the moon in order to feel its power. It wasn't like movies where a cloud traveling across the moon would halt the shifting of the lycanthropes. Nothing could stop their transformations tonight, and nothing would be able to contain the beasts they would become. It was the reason they were kept behind the magical barrier in the North Eastern part of the forest. Orc shamans and their powerful totems would be the guards tonight, using their magic to create the barrier between them and the rest of the haven. The werewolves would come to the barrier before the sun set, and enter its boundaries before they turned into their feral counterparts. Each lycan felt the call of the moon, and each one was waiting for the moment they could be free.

Fifteen shaman would be on guard tonight, using their ancient magic to create the invisible force field. Their power was more than enough to hold the lycanthropes inside. The barrier would keep the citizens of Elysium safe from the hungry lycanthropes until the first rays of the sun arose the next day.

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Zach and OPEN

coalintodiamond
2008-10-31 08:23 pm UTC (link)

Zach saw Adrienne up to the werewolf enclosure and parted with her as they prepared to erect the barrier for the night. He was here every full moon as always with the little whistle hanging around his neck. His hopes were to catch Adrienne once he had given her enough time to hunt as the wolf. He couldn't use the whistle too early, knowing she wouldn't be in the best of moods around that time. Instead, he sat himself down at the edge of the barrier, not far from other people. Friends and family often waited at the barrier for a while, sometimes hoping to see their loved one again to know that they were alright or to sleep out here until the morning and greet them.

Zach considered bringing out a tent for the night and putting it up, but he knew he'd probably head back home eventually and rest in his own bed. He'd wake up extra early to arrive at the barrier again before they took it down, waiting for Adrienne with a blanket, new clothes, and a first aid kit in case she needed it. He was afraid she'd get hurt with a few cuts and scrapes and wanted to have something on hand this time in case anything happened to her. Adrienne had been safe the last full moon, but Zach always thought about the time when she came out bleeding all over the place and it churned his stomach with sickness and his heart with pain. He liked being prepared ahead of time. It relaxed him to know that.

For now, he was just sitting by himself and fiddling with his notebook. He hadn't drawn anything in a long time, but with some encouragement from Logan, Zach decided to take up the task again. His pencil scratched across the paper, drawing a forest with a full moon above it. He drew the magical barrier that they couldn't see with the naked eye and began to doodle a figure. It was a werewolf, Adrienne, sitting on one side of the barrier. On the other side, he would draw himself, sitting cross-legged on the ground like he was right now and staring back at her.

It wouldn't be his best drawing yet, especially since he hadn't drawn anything real in months. It was a start, though.

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Zach and Sascha

bohemiarhapsody
2008-11-04 01:58 am UTC (link)

Sascha could feel the barrier beneath his fingertips, solid and real and still as invisible to his eye as it had been during his first venture out to the werewolf enclosure several months prior. He'd taken to running his hand along the surface as he walked, looking a bit like a restless child as he dragged his fingers over the smoothness of the barrier to reassure himself that it was, in fact, still there.

He was much less anxious this time around, although he was still a little antsy about the prospect of seeing more lycans up close and personal. The last encounter had been slightly...terrifying, to say the least, and he definitely wasn't looking forward to any repeat performances. Of course, he was probably the ideal person to have in attendance should any weres look into getting overly feisty, but he'd prefer not to push himself too hard at the moment. His training with Theora during the last several weeks had been going well, and although he'd learned more than a few techniques for channeling and controlling his new abilities, the process had been fairly taxing on his mental reserves. He was still in the discipline stages.

The night air was chilly on his skin, and Sascha turned up the collar of his jacket to compensate for the fact that he'd pulled his hair back into a ponytail. He dug in his pocket with one hand in search of his rolling papers while still trailing the other hand along the barrier, smiling amusedly at the occasional blue sparks of energy that danced beneath his fingers from the continuous contact like static electricity. The dull murmuring of the group congregated nearby reached his ears as he approached, and eventually he could make out a few silhouettes through the trees. That was all well and good, of course, but Sascha highly doubted that any of the weres would approach an area so rife with humans- and he was here to talk to the weres, after all.

He paused at the edge of the clearing, squatting down with his back against the barrier as he rifled through his jacket pockets. Jesus, the night was only just beginning and he already needed a smoke. After finally locating the papers and loose tobacco inside his flannel (of course, where else would he have put it?), Sascha began the process of rolling up the cig using his thigh as a makeshift table. The relative silence had been weighing a little too heavily on him for comfort, and as he worked, he began to whistle the opening verses to an ironically appropriate CCR tune. I see a bad moon rising...