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February Catch all
🧙 WHO: Belgium and Everyone!
⚔️️ WHAT: Valentine's Day stuff, knight quest, Cupid's arrow and so on
đź•’ WHEN: Through February
🗺️ WHERE: Camelot and Ash mountains
⚠️ WARNINGS: Violence of varying degrees, chocolates, and werewolf prompt
I – Chocolate Creations
Valentine’s Day… while not necessarily a recognized holiday in Avalon, it would be awfully boring and depressing of her to miss it (Read: miss out on profits)! It helped that so many others seemed to be really excited over it to. In her kitchens she watched over the progress of the new hires and people that simply wanted to learn how to make chocolates and treats. In between her own projects, of course.
“How’re things coming along for you?” She asked with a bright and cheery smile. Happy to see so many people happily wanting to learn how to bake!
II – Valentine’s Gifts
Belgium wandered around Camelot, boxes of chocolates being carried by her lion familiar in a pack strapped to its back. It was time to give a bit of love herself! The current mission? Handing out chocolates to all her friends! To let them all know that she appreciates them and everything they’ve done. If someone has interacted with her previously they can expect to be given chocolates without any doubt!
Granted that pretty much anyone that strikes up a conversation with her will most likely also be given a piece of chocolate…
Happy Valentine’s Day~!
III – Full Moon [warnings: nudity, potential violence, blood werewolf shenanigans]
[III-A]
The moon hung high and bright in the cold, night sky. She could feel what was going to happen again this month. It was the same as the previous one. That pulse, the ache and pain that was soon replaced with more primal desires. The need to hunt, to run, to enjoy that animalistic pulse of life. She hated it, but also found it to be thrilling in its own way.
It gave her a sense of strength that she had been missing since first arriving in Avalon. The missing piece inside of her where so many others had occupied was swiftly replaced with the howl of a wolf.
Perhaps she should seek out help for it. But the second time around had been a bit easier, the pain of the shift was still there, mixed with the overall fear and uncertainty that came with it. That, and that intoxicating thrill and rush through her body made it all the harder to do.
A large, humanoid wolf now stalked through the night. Just outside of the city. Skirting along Camelot’s walls. Sniffing the air in search of something… of prey… of other wolves… of people…!
[III-B]
The morning after brought it all back to her threefold. The grogginess and general vertigo and aches in her body. She felt… bad. Near hungover and cold from the late winter morning chill. Currently she sat huddled next to a fire she had built near a river. Her clothes were gone, and she was busy rinsing off the grime and… other stuff from the previous night. Some of her features were still feral looking, shaggier hair, sharp teeth and nails, and pointed ears that seemed to twitch at the slightest sound.
At least the chill helped her wake up and deal with any aches she might have sustained. The wounds from the previous few months were largely healed by now, but she noticed a few new ones.
Great.
Belgium rubbed her bare arms with a sigh; wincing ever so slightly at the pound in her head. If this was going to become a regular thing she’d ought to learn how to better deal with the aftereffects. Namely the lack of clothes….
[ooc: For those that want to plan out anything specific, or jump into a closed thread, please feel free to either PM me, or check out my ooc thread here~!]
⚔️️ WHAT: Valentine's Day stuff, knight quest, Cupid's arrow and so on
đź•’ WHEN: Through February
🗺️ WHERE: Camelot and Ash mountains
⚠️ WARNINGS: Violence of varying degrees, chocolates, and werewolf prompt
I – Chocolate Creations
Valentine’s Day… while not necessarily a recognized holiday in Avalon, it would be awfully boring and depressing of her to miss it (Read: miss out on profits)! It helped that so many others seemed to be really excited over it to. In her kitchens she watched over the progress of the new hires and people that simply wanted to learn how to make chocolates and treats. In between her own projects, of course.
“How’re things coming along for you?” She asked with a bright and cheery smile. Happy to see so many people happily wanting to learn how to bake!
II – Valentine’s Gifts
Belgium wandered around Camelot, boxes of chocolates being carried by her lion familiar in a pack strapped to its back. It was time to give a bit of love herself! The current mission? Handing out chocolates to all her friends! To let them all know that she appreciates them and everything they’ve done. If someone has interacted with her previously they can expect to be given chocolates without any doubt!
Granted that pretty much anyone that strikes up a conversation with her will most likely also be given a piece of chocolate…
Happy Valentine’s Day~!
III – Full Moon [warnings: nudity, potential violence, blood werewolf shenanigans]
[III-A]
The moon hung high and bright in the cold, night sky. She could feel what was going to happen again this month. It was the same as the previous one. That pulse, the ache and pain that was soon replaced with more primal desires. The need to hunt, to run, to enjoy that animalistic pulse of life. She hated it, but also found it to be thrilling in its own way.
It gave her a sense of strength that she had been missing since first arriving in Avalon. The missing piece inside of her where so many others had occupied was swiftly replaced with the howl of a wolf.
Perhaps she should seek out help for it. But the second time around had been a bit easier, the pain of the shift was still there, mixed with the overall fear and uncertainty that came with it. That, and that intoxicating thrill and rush through her body made it all the harder to do.
A large, humanoid wolf now stalked through the night. Just outside of the city. Skirting along Camelot’s walls. Sniffing the air in search of something… of prey… of other wolves… of people…!
[III-B]
The morning after brought it all back to her threefold. The grogginess and general vertigo and aches in her body. She felt… bad. Near hungover and cold from the late winter morning chill. Currently she sat huddled next to a fire she had built near a river. Her clothes were gone, and she was busy rinsing off the grime and… other stuff from the previous night. Some of her features were still feral looking, shaggier hair, sharp teeth and nails, and pointed ears that seemed to twitch at the slightest sound.
At least the chill helped her wake up and deal with any aches she might have sustained. The wounds from the previous few months were largely healed by now, but she noticed a few new ones.
Great.
Belgium rubbed her bare arms with a sigh; wincing ever so slightly at the pound in her head. If this was going to become a regular thing she’d ought to learn how to better deal with the aftereffects. Namely the lack of clothes….
[ooc: For those that want to plan out anything specific, or jump into a closed thread, please feel free to either PM me, or check out my ooc thread here~!]