[She was wearing this as she entered. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, but also wasn’t entirely uncomfortable either as she walked among the dancers. It sort of made since that she’d be dressed like some sort of royalty. Given that her general goal of being recognized as her own, separate kingdom. It still wasn’t really a wardrobe change that Belgium had been anticipating.
Either way she held out a hand to be taken as she entered the dancefloor. A smile on her face, despite her own headache, feelings of stress, and lingering hangover from her previous party.]
Would you like to dance?
Mingling and Drinking
[Okay, so she was kind of staying away from the alcohol for the moment. Still not completely feeling all that well from her earlier drinking spree. That might be easier said than done though, given the variety that was on offer here. Still, she did manage to somehow find some regular cider and was busily sipping at it. A small smile on her lips as she watched the others have fun and enjoy themselves.
It wasn’t as though Belgium wasn’t enjoying herself. More that she just didn’t feel like doing much beyond hanging out. She still had a few small bruises and scrapes from earlier this month. The ones that were minor enough that local healers didn’t bother. She could be coaxed into doing something. But really her heart would most likely not be into it at the moment.]
Howl you doin’?
[ooc: General werewolf warnings, potential violence, painful transformation, and later nudity]
[A]
[She probably shouldn’t have left as early as she had, and did have some intentions of going off to the red springs. Yet, to be completely honest, she just wasn’t in the mood for a party at the moment. That much was obvious the moment she stepped into it. Belgium does feel bad for leaving early, of course! But she felt even worse if she stayed, given her current, low-energy mood. Anyway, the woman was making her way back down the path before pausing as a peculiar… itching… feeling began to overtake her. Followed by a sharp stabbing pain that sent her to lean against a nearby tree.
She did not like this. Whatever was going on here was not good!]
H-hang on wh--!?
[She was cut off as a howl tore itself from her throat and echoed through the night!]
[B]
[She wasn’t certain what happened here. What she was certain was that the earlier nausea she felt was gone. Replaced with a deep sort of hunger and craving that left her rushing through the night. She felt good, freed from her previous worries. From her stress, from the empty feeling deep in her being. It was all replaced with more primal urges and desires.
Something that drove her forward as she stalked through the night, wolf ears twitching at the sound of potential pray nearby. The sound of cows mooing, and perhaps something else.]
[C]
[Ugh… she felt like a truck just rammed itself into her head at full force. Her hangover from earlier was back on. Along with some sort of inexplicable form of exhaustion. Frantically she looked around herself. She was outside, shivering in the cold and without any clothes to be seen.
…She was naked!?
A-And was that blood? This was… this was…! She was covered in blood, and it wasn't hers!]
AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
[She screams, nice and loud, and regrets it instantly as it makes her own ears ring to the point where she full on curls herself up. Ugh, she was going to vomit--]
[WILDCARD]
[ooc: As usual, if you don’t see anything here that you like, let me know! Or feel free to come up with something completely different! Feel free to use any of the methods here to contact me as well if you’d like~!]
Belgium | Hetalia
[She was wearing this as she entered. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, but also wasn’t entirely uncomfortable either as she walked among the dancers. It sort of made since that she’d be dressed like some sort of royalty. Given that her general goal of being recognized as her own, separate kingdom. It still wasn’t really a wardrobe change that Belgium had been anticipating.
Either way she held out a hand to be taken as she entered the dancefloor. A smile on her face, despite her own headache, feelings of stress, and lingering hangover from her previous party.]
Would you like to dance?
Mingling and Drinking
[Okay, so she was kind of staying away from the alcohol for the moment. Still not completely feeling all that well from her earlier drinking spree. That might be easier said than done though, given the variety that was on offer here. Still, she did manage to somehow find some regular cider and was busily sipping at it. A small smile on her lips as she watched the others have fun and enjoy themselves.
It wasn’t as though Belgium wasn’t enjoying herself. More that she just didn’t feel like doing much beyond hanging out. She still had a few small bruises and scrapes from earlier this month. The ones that were minor enough that local healers didn’t bother. She could be coaxed into doing something. But really her heart would most likely not be into it at the moment.]
Howl you doin’?
[ooc: General werewolf warnings, potential violence, painful transformation, and later nudity]
[A]
[She probably shouldn’t have left as early as she had, and did have some intentions of going off to the red springs. Yet, to be completely honest, she just wasn’t in the mood for a party at the moment. That much was obvious the moment she stepped into it. Belgium does feel bad for leaving early, of course! But she felt even worse if she stayed, given her current, low-energy mood. Anyway, the woman was making her way back down the path before pausing as a peculiar… itching… feeling began to overtake her. Followed by a sharp stabbing pain that sent her to lean against a nearby tree.
She did not like this. Whatever was going on here was not good!]
H-hang on wh--!?
[She was cut off as a howl tore itself from her throat and echoed through the night!]
[B]
[She wasn’t certain what happened here. What she was certain was that the earlier nausea she felt was gone. Replaced with a deep sort of hunger and craving that left her rushing through the night. She felt good, freed from her previous worries. From her stress, from the empty feeling deep in her being. It was all replaced with more primal urges and desires.
Something that drove her forward as she stalked through the night, wolf ears twitching at the sound of potential pray nearby. The sound of cows mooing, and perhaps something else.]
[C]
[Ugh… she felt like a truck just rammed itself into her head at full force. Her hangover from earlier was back on. Along with some sort of inexplicable form of exhaustion. Frantically she looked around herself. She was outside, shivering in the cold and without any clothes to be seen.
…She was naked!?
A-And was that blood? This was… this was…! She was covered in blood, and it wasn't hers!]
AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
[She screams, nice and loud, and regrets it instantly as it makes her own ears ring to the point where she full on curls herself up. Ugh, she was going to vomit--]
[WILDCARD]
[ooc: As usual, if you don’t see anything here that you like, let me know! Or feel free to come up with something completely different! Feel free to use any of the methods here to contact me as well if you’d like~!]