[Open] Though things have changed

[chatwithdeath]

🧙 Who: Naomi Kimishima and You
⚔️️ Which: Open
🕒 Where: Around New Camelot and the Forests (for a part)
🗺️ What: March Catch-all, helping some spirits, 'helping' some rabbit kits, and having a favor be fulfilled.
⚠️ Warnings: Will add when needed

I. Our Neighbor Growboro

[A non-combatant perhaps, but she finds herself taking more quest assignments that deal with the undead and similar creatures. So far, dealing with them was no issue unless they were wraiths or another, stronger specter which didn't occur often. The ones that had their spirits often in retreat around the Ruins of Lestari were, fortunately, the weaker undead that took firmer (maybe coming to physical) deterrent without much issue.]

[Maintaining enough noise to keep them shambling back to the Land of Rot is also a method - one which can be done while holding a skeleton's bones hostage.]

It shouldn't be too far now.

[And then they could return and make sure the spirits had enough space for their ritual.]

II. Running of the Moon Rabbits

[Naomi doesn't understand what she's getting into when she steps outside. Besides the obvious changes in the sky, it seems like New Camelot is carrying on as usual, but people were acting suspicious. She could've sworn someone almost approached her, but then decided against it.]

[Perhaps her aura was being affected by her fluctuating death magic as well?]

[Either way, she wonders if the behavior has anything to do with the rabbits beginning to crowd her feet. She's not an animal mage; what's going on? She would like to move, but there's too many around her feet. She's not going to ask but... maybe help.]

III. Doctor's In

[Though everyone magic may be irregular this month, Naomi needn't rely on it to do her job. However, people expecting healing magic might find themselves with stitches this month depending on whatever they bring to her. At least she'll act like it's another day.]

[As usual, she's attentive to whatever knock comes to her door.]

Come in.

IV. The Moon Grows (Closed to Somnus)

[Following a certain Ritual's conclusion, Naomi delivered two things: one, her necklace so he carried something familiar, and two, a place to 'meet' her. She doubts once it started she would remember, but at least with one object, she might not deem him a threat. Still, who could say how she might behave; if the curse was affected by the new instabilities, it might not matter. And if it came down to it, may he have the strength to restrain her.]

[Despite how the sky appears, the moon's full waxing glow overtook the night expected. Away from New Camelot did the turned werewolf make its way, heading into Brocéliande as she had done so when first turning. She's getting better walking on her hind paws whilst being quite capable of dropping to all her paws and running. She might have need of it tonight; something in the forest smells off...]

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V. Wildcard

[OOC: Wanna do something unlisted from the prompts? Hit me up at demidemonLove or PM so we can plot!]

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IV

[luciing]

[ As part of their deal, Somnus remains awake upon the night of the fresh moon. He heads for the forest, moving towards their designated meeting place. There, he waits, leaning against a tree. While his blade remains nearby, but his stance is relaxed. In his hand, he carries her necklace, its polished metal glinting in the moonlight.

From his position, he peers into the dark labyrinth of trees, looking for any signs of movement, human, beast, or otherwise. ]

[chatwithdeath]

[For him, she would not be hard to miss. Being a werebeast has made her larger than the average wolf one might see trekking in the woods; not to mention, walking on her hind paws make her taller than any average man or woman in Avalon. Also, white fur would not make her easily blend into the dark shadows.]

[Meanwhile, her ears are pricked and her nose quivers as she sniffs, the winds shifting this way and that. It's quiet which isn't peculiar for this time, but it's the lack of natural ambiance from insects and smaller nocturnal creatures that has her attention. While they would hide from her, they had been hiding.]

[... Her fur rose and her lip curls slightly. What manner of predator had dared frighten off her prey?]

[luciing]

[ Even when she, in her beastly form, comes into view, he makes no more to approach. Wild animals are skittish to begin with. An enchanted creature that was once human may be more so.

What he does do is lift his hand, allowing the necklace to dangle from his fingers. He is not a threat to her. ]

[chatwithdeath]

[Lip curling more upon seeing him, that fight or flight comes to her - no flight or attack. Hard to say which one would win, but considering this human was in her territory...]

[However, her ears stand again as her eyes fall to the necklace he brandishes. Narrowing her eyes and drawing her ears back, she moves closer, watching him warily as she decides to investigate the trinket. It seems familiar.]

[luciing]

[ He remains still. Can this were-beast understand human speech? Perhaps not, since it seems all of her faculties are gone.

And so, Somnus waits beneath the tree, hand still outstretched, dangling the necklace as an offering. ]

[chatwithdeath]

[Sniffing the necklace a few more times, that's why it's familiar: the necklace is her own. Blinking, exhaling slowly, her eyes become a little more focus.]

Somnus...

[About that inability to talk...]

[luciing]

Hail, Physician.

[ He replies. So, then, the werebeast can speak. ] This necklace is yours.

Do you recall?

[ He was not told the history of the necklace, but if the doctor had handed it to him to make him appear as "friend" to her cursed state, then it must be significant. ]

[chatwithdeath]

... Barely. I can smell my scent, and I only remember enough of what I asked.

[Placing a paw on her head, she shakes it slowly. It's like her mind's in a fog and she can only glimpse so much.]

[Looking down at herself, she hums.]

It looks like this form has been unaffected.

[luciing]

Is waiting this curse out... all that needs to be done?

[chatwithdeath]

Yes... I'll turn back to normal once the moon fades. But until then, I need to hunt.

[She's really feeling that urge to rip into something.]

[luciing]

What is it that you must hunt?

[ Now that she's speaking, she seems fairly cognizant. Somnus is not aware of this curse, or if the curse itself also includes a pressing need to hunt some manner of beast. ]

[chatwithdeath]

Hm... anything that I can eat. It would be preferable that it's not human.

[... Not that the meal was completely off the table in her mind.]

[luciing]

And what experience do you have with hunting?

[ Somnus straightens, lifting his back off from the tree. He turns his head towards the forest. ]

[chatwithdeath]

Only so much for the few times I've changed... Leaving it to instincts has worked out so far, but I can't guarantee what I might catch either.

[luciing]

...Let us begin with small game, then.

[ He takes his blade in hand, but does not unsheath it. ]

You will have the natural advantage, if you can sense and smell them within the dark.

[chatwithdeath]

[She nods, shifting back down to all-fours. Her nose shifts a bit as she sniffs.]

I can. There's some nearby... a few rabbits burrowed away.

[luciing]

[ He turns in the direction of where she seems to indicate, but doesn't take a step further. She is the huntress. He is only here to ensure things do not go awry. ]

I will observe your hunt. At your mark.

[chatwithdeath]

[Nodding, it doesn't even take long for her to prowl away, all focus on Somnus disappearing as her focus returns to food. Not only would Naomi be terrible at remembering to eat while human, the transformation took quite a deal of energy. Besides, he should be fine keeping up...]

[luciing]

[ He marches on after her, remaining at a respectful distance to observe how she hunts. For now, he merely observes. He won't do the work for her-- after all, as an avid hunter himself, there is satisfaction of catching one's own prey. Hares should do for practice for her for now. Bigger game can come later. ]

[chatwithdeath]

[They're only starting with hares because she was momentarily cognizant enough to speak. However, back on the hunt with familiar scents and sounds has the thought of mere hares become less appetizing, and the want for something bigger does come to mind. It's fortunate that the hares are closer, and once in position, she lowers herself even closer to the ground, shrouding herself behind foliage with her eyes focused in on an open burrow and ears forward. Now was the wait...]

[luciing]

[ He waits for her to capture her prey, all the while remaining vigilant of their surroundings. ]

[chatwithdeath]

[Quiet, tensing as she hears movement, ears appear before a head does, the beady black eyes of the small game peeking out as its small nose quivers. It ducks back, then appears again, repeating the action a few times before taking a chance out.]

[Not a big meal, but it would be a start. The white werewolf waits longer, letting the hare move further from its burrow as it investigates the security of its home. Slowly, she raises a forepaw, pausing, the tenseness rising... and once it's far enough does she spring out, chasing it down into the woods until she gets that necessary bite.]

[luciing]

[ Thus the hunt begins.

Still but a mortal man, and without his kinetic abilities, Somnus can do naught but pursue on foot after.

Will she be able to capture the hare? ]

[chatwithdeath]

[The hunt's over as soon as it started. When Somnus approaches, the werewolf is about to dig in. However, when he does approach, she just looks up, holding the hare's neck within her jaws.]

...

[Her ears draw back. Looks like she's back to being wary of him.]

[luciing]

[ Somnus stops his approach. Once more, he raises the necklace, allowing it to dangle off two fingers. ]

[chatwithdeath]

[... Ah, yes... Sitting, she raises a claw and drops the hare into her palm.]

... Is it possible you want to share?

[Give her a second, her mind is still shifting back to her actual own.]

[luciing]

The spoils of the hunt are yours.

[ He lowers his hand, along with the necklace.

May the rest of the night be as simple in terms of catching prey like this. ]

[chatwithdeath]

Hm... ... right.

[It's annoying how quick her mind shifts - how quickly a meal looks unappetizing as well. Still, it's food for tonight and she has to eat.]

[This better be all they do tonight because actually being in her mind eating this is unpleasant.]

[luciing]

[ Whenever she decides to actually partake in her meal, his head turns away. Not out of discomfort for any gore, but out of respect. No one enjoys being watched while they eat. ]

[chatwithdeath]

[The gesture is appreciated. She tries to be so quiet as well, but there are some tears and maybe a few bones breaking she can't cover. At least she'll refrain from speaking with her mouth full.]

Hm... will you be ready to run once I'm done?

[luciing]

[ His head inclines, as if not quite comprehending the reason for her question. ]

...Run?

[chatwithdeath]

Yes. Not to... chase, if that's what you're concerned about. I have a need to that I can't explain...

[luciing]

[ A mortal man won't be able to keep up with her cursed form, that much is certain. ]

Do as you will. I shall follow.

[ He is here to supervise, after all. ]

[chatwithdeath]

Right...

[She doesn't currently envision this ending well, but they would see... It's not like she'd start chasing him or anything, right?]

[... Right? Her ears stand, lower, and then her head tilts as she considers. What the hell does this other half want?]