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isleofavalon2021-06-09 04:14 pm
forgeabettertomorrow) wrote in isleofavalon2021-06-09 04:14 pm
Feel it right behind you, a grinning monster out to kill
🧙 WHO: Darin Altway and You!
⚔️️ WHAT: Caster has cursed Darin and now he's using Familiar Fusion and going berserk
🕒 WHEN: Right after Caster's declaration against Archer and the aftermath a few days later!
🗺️ WHERE: Camelot and Darin's Forge
⚠️ WARNINGS: Potential Violence/Blood/Gore/Mild Body Horror
[He doesn't know how long it's been since he passed out. He remembers Caster's message. He remembers meeting her at the edge of Broceliande Woods. He remembers...]
[Pain.]
[He comes to in a sweat. Not from pain or nightmares or anything of that nature, but because the forest around him is currently ablaze. He tries to jump to his feet but his senses are off. Skewed. Something was very wrong and he could feel it. It felt like oil seeping into him, slowly gripping the very cockles of his heart.]
[Rationale gives way to panic and he's stumbling away from the treeline. He had to get back to Camelot. He had to get back for...some reason. Something inside of him screamed that he had to.]
[But his footsteps slowly grind to a halt as he crests that final hill. As Caster's dark curses finally find their hold and grip his very being, altering every bit of his perception and reasoning.]
[The witch's curse was a powerful one. In her grief, she hexed Darin to see his greatest fear. And to act on the rage that he spent his life tamping out; the one fire in his soul he refused to stoke.]
[He falls to his knees, staring at a ruined Camelot. Everything he'd come to know, the happiness he was so desperately seeking. You see, if Darin was as much of a monster as he claimed, then his fate should match that of the monster, the witch of betrayal, that he sought to defend. It's only fair, right?]
[There would be no peace. Not while monsters walked among the people of this world.]
A - Transformation (CW: Blood/Mild Body Horror)
[Camelot was gone. Or at least, Caster's curse made Darin believe that it was. And Darin, on his knees, was slamming his fists into the earth with all of his magical given might; each blow sounding like a cannon shot as it cracked the stone beneath his fists. Inconsolable, he screams, believing no one will hear him.]
[However, anyone making their way to the woods to try and stop Caster or the fire she's set might stumble upon him. Calling out to him draws his attention to you, but there's something...off...about his eyes. They're clouded over with a dark haze. And while he might be looking at you...what he sees is something different altogether.]
You...it was you!
[Enraged, Darin pushes himself to his feet, magic coursing through his body so sharply that it crackles in the air. The air becomes stifling. Oppressive.]
You've taken everything from me, Dromas! Everything! So, you want a monster?! I'LL GIVE YOU ONE
[His giant antlion familiar bursts from the ground behind him and latches onto Darin's back. For a moment, it looks like his familiar might actually attempt to subdue him. Unfortunately, those enormous, terrifying mandibles find purchase in Darin's back and, for a horrifying moment, the familiar begins to burrow. Writhing in pain as his magical power skyrockets faster than his body can compensate, Darin lets loose a blood-freezing scream. But just as quickly as it had begun, his familiar disappears into Darin's body as the two merge.]
[Darin slams his hands into the ground as he begins to grow and change. Two horns erupt from his temples, black and glinting in the light of the burning woods behind him. His torso swells; muscles grow massive as chitinous plates form around his extremities like armor. His body contorts, his back arches, until finally he's a hulking beast, towering at over ten feet tall.]
[Green eyes glowing ominously amidst the haze, the newly transformed Darin lets loose a bellow that sounds like it's three voices screaming in cacophonous harmony.]
[And then he rushes to attack.]
B - City Escape (CW: Blood/Violence)
[Believing Camelot to be nothing but wreckage, Darin storms the city chasing...something. In his cursed state, every person he sees looks exactly like the person he believes to have brought about this disaster. Unfortunately, in this state, Darin isn't much for conversing. He's barreling through Camelot, tearing through buildings like they weren't even there. And any person, resident or not, that crosses his vision is likely in for the fight of their lives as he presses the attack. After all, in his mind, Camelot is in ruins.]
[He tears up a chunk of the street and hefts it towards a group of terrified people, all of which scatter. Or attempt to. It might be too late for some.]
C - Lockdown
[It had been several days since Caster's message. Several days since he'd lost control and was set upon the good people of Camelot. He'd been keeping to himself in the forge almost the entire time, only going out occasionally in the evening for food or groceries. When he did, he wore a cloak with the hood drawn to hide his blue hair and he barely spoke.]
[Of course he did his best to help the city recover from the damages. For the first two days, he worked tirelessly to get supplies and forge tools for whatever reconstruction needed to be done. But he would always send then out anonymously or send them to whoever needed them via a proxy. It's clear that he's doing everything he can to avoid going into town himself and he hasn't been spotted in town since the incident.]
[He threw himself into his work after that but...he still seemed off. Anyone who stops by the forge might find him struggling; hammering away at something that just isn't taking shape properly or tinkering with, and subsequently screwing up, some detailed work. Finally, in frustration, Darin pitches his hammer across the forge with more strength than intended, burying it into the wall across the work space.]
[Frustrated, he sits down and buries his face in his hands.]
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⚔️️ WHAT: Caster has cursed Darin and now he's using Familiar Fusion and going berserk
🕒 WHEN: Right after Caster's declaration against Archer and the aftermath a few days later!
🗺️ WHERE: Camelot and Darin's Forge
⚠️ WARNINGS: Potential Violence/Blood/Gore/Mild Body Horror
[He doesn't know how long it's been since he passed out. He remembers Caster's message. He remembers meeting her at the edge of Broceliande Woods. He remembers...]
[Pain.]
[He comes to in a sweat. Not from pain or nightmares or anything of that nature, but because the forest around him is currently ablaze. He tries to jump to his feet but his senses are off. Skewed. Something was very wrong and he could feel it. It felt like oil seeping into him, slowly gripping the very cockles of his heart.]
[Rationale gives way to panic and he's stumbling away from the treeline. He had to get back to Camelot. He had to get back for...some reason. Something inside of him screamed that he had to.]
[But his footsteps slowly grind to a halt as he crests that final hill. As Caster's dark curses finally find their hold and grip his very being, altering every bit of his perception and reasoning.]
[The witch's curse was a powerful one. In her grief, she hexed Darin to see his greatest fear. And to act on the rage that he spent his life tamping out; the one fire in his soul he refused to stoke.]
[He falls to his knees, staring at a ruined Camelot. Everything he'd come to know, the happiness he was so desperately seeking. You see, if Darin was as much of a monster as he claimed, then his fate should match that of the monster, the witch of betrayal, that he sought to defend. It's only fair, right?]
[There would be no peace. Not while monsters walked among the people of this world.]
A - Transformation (CW: Blood/Mild Body Horror)
[Camelot was gone. Or at least, Caster's curse made Darin believe that it was. And Darin, on his knees, was slamming his fists into the earth with all of his magical given might; each blow sounding like a cannon shot as it cracked the stone beneath his fists. Inconsolable, he screams, believing no one will hear him.]
[However, anyone making their way to the woods to try and stop Caster or the fire she's set might stumble upon him. Calling out to him draws his attention to you, but there's something...off...about his eyes. They're clouded over with a dark haze. And while he might be looking at you...what he sees is something different altogether.]
You...it was you!
[Enraged, Darin pushes himself to his feet, magic coursing through his body so sharply that it crackles in the air. The air becomes stifling. Oppressive.]
You've taken everything from me, Dromas! Everything! So, you want a monster?! I'LL GIVE YOU ONE
[His giant antlion familiar bursts from the ground behind him and latches onto Darin's back. For a moment, it looks like his familiar might actually attempt to subdue him. Unfortunately, those enormous, terrifying mandibles find purchase in Darin's back and, for a horrifying moment, the familiar begins to burrow. Writhing in pain as his magical power skyrockets faster than his body can compensate, Darin lets loose a blood-freezing scream. But just as quickly as it had begun, his familiar disappears into Darin's body as the two merge.]
[Darin slams his hands into the ground as he begins to grow and change. Two horns erupt from his temples, black and glinting in the light of the burning woods behind him. His torso swells; muscles grow massive as chitinous plates form around his extremities like armor. His body contorts, his back arches, until finally he's a hulking beast, towering at over ten feet tall.]
[Green eyes glowing ominously amidst the haze, the newly transformed Darin lets loose a bellow that sounds like it's three voices screaming in cacophonous harmony.]
[And then he rushes to attack.]
B - City Escape (CW: Blood/Violence)
[Believing Camelot to be nothing but wreckage, Darin storms the city chasing...something. In his cursed state, every person he sees looks exactly like the person he believes to have brought about this disaster. Unfortunately, in this state, Darin isn't much for conversing. He's barreling through Camelot, tearing through buildings like they weren't even there. And any person, resident or not, that crosses his vision is likely in for the fight of their lives as he presses the attack. After all, in his mind, Camelot is in ruins.]
[He tears up a chunk of the street and hefts it towards a group of terrified people, all of which scatter. Or attempt to. It might be too late for some.]
C - Lockdown
[It had been several days since Caster's message. Several days since he'd lost control and was set upon the good people of Camelot. He'd been keeping to himself in the forge almost the entire time, only going out occasionally in the evening for food or groceries. When he did, he wore a cloak with the hood drawn to hide his blue hair and he barely spoke.]
[Of course he did his best to help the city recover from the damages. For the first two days, he worked tirelessly to get supplies and forge tools for whatever reconstruction needed to be done. But he would always send then out anonymously or send them to whoever needed them via a proxy. It's clear that he's doing everything he can to avoid going into town himself and he hasn't been spotted in town since the incident.]
[He threw himself into his work after that but...he still seemed off. Anyone who stops by the forge might find him struggling; hammering away at something that just isn't taking shape properly or tinkering with, and subsequently screwing up, some detailed work. Finally, in frustration, Darin pitches his hammer across the forge with more strength than intended, burying it into the wall across the work space.]
[Frustrated, he sits down and buries his face in his hands.]
Wildcard
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[She holds up her own arm, putting some safe distance between it and her chest after noticing the splatter reached her, too.] Oh... should one of us get a towel? This is only going to get worse...
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[He picks a piece of melon off of his chest and eats it. Because, you know, you shouldn't waste food. Right, Allura?]
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[She's going to take one of the larger pieces from right off his shoulder, and without any sort of hesitation, take a bite out of it.]
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Speaking of food, didn't she order some? ... it's probably fine, right?]Well, if you need help, do let me know... because as long as I'm here, I don't want you pushing yourself any more. I'll wait on you hand and foot, if that's what it takes!
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My mood is already leaps and bounds better...
I really appreciate you.
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Then I suppose you don't want me to give you a show after all.
[She takes another bite of the melon without breaking eye contact.]
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[Hoo boy. This is a test, isn't it?]
[He takes a deep breath...]
I-It's true that...I think about the bath a lot...but...
But...don't you remember what you said? About...being involved...? We aren't so...!
It wouldn't be right...!
[Damn his stupid conscience! He's a man too, after all!]
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[Forgot which part, exactly? About how it wouldn't be right, or how they're not involved? But before he has much time to dwell on that particular detail...]
Still, we're well beyond that point by now, aren't we? I mean, look at you! Besides, I could still try to split the melon... I never said anything about that, right?
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[And dripping with melon juice.]
B-But...I guess you didn't....
[He assumes she'll be keeping her bra and panties on for it which...it's still like a swimsuit...! It should be fine...!]
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[After briefly considering the couch, she finds a spot on the floor where she can sit and spread her legs out. Then, she tucks the melon between her thighs, finding a spot above the knee where the muscles will be able to give it their best squeeze... and then, like an Altean nutcracker, she starts to squeeze the fruit.]
[And... squeeze... and squeeze... it's taking even more effort than she expected. And he can likely see it for himself, with her face turning bright red from the strain. Maybe it's as she feared, and the smaller fruit is firmer than the larger one they used. Or perhaps it's all more difficult than she expected, and she hasn't been giving humans enough credit.]
[But then, right before she's about to give up...]
[ Pop! ]
There! I did it! Look, do you see? [And on top of that, do you see how that juice is now getting all over her legs, especially the inner thigh?]
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[It sure is amazing and he sure is staring, especially with her legs spread like that? She's certainly giving him more of a show than she likely planned...]
G-Great job...!
A-Anyway...should I...get that towel...?
[Or can he just stare while he starts to get a little visibly excited. Allura won't notice...right?]
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... hmm? Oh, right! Yes, if you could...! [But she really doesn't seem all that concerned. In fact, she's picking up the fruit and seeing if this one has any stray pieces to enjoy. On the other hand, it looks like a clean split, so...] Perhaps a knife, too?
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[Oh Gods. Oh geez. This is bad. It's good but also bad.]
[He hurries to the kitchen and then the linen closet and returns with a knife and towel. He hurries back and practically flops beside her, still covered in melon juice and bits. And still quite naked.]
[He hands her the knife (handle first of course) and starts to towel off her thigh gently.]
You know, I gotta admit, I hate to waste this juice.
[It would go well with alcohol!]
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Mm... it's a shame. This is good fruit... but I'm not sure how else to get it off, other than to wipe it up. Do you?
[Yeah, what about you, Darin? Is your imagination still working despite the inebriation?]
At least we have the rest of the fruit to split... [And then a giggle.] ... look! I'm already splitting it with you!
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[He laughs and flops on his back, leaving the job of wiping her thighs only partly completed. His head is starting to swim.]
We still have another one to split too...but I dunno what else we can do. I used my arm and you used your legs...
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[She thinks about that for a long moment before abandoning it. Maybe it's a human thing.]
Hmmmmm. Well, since we each split one, we should figure out some way to split this one together. Maybe... maybe if we put it between our foreheads...
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[He snorts.]
Our foreheads? That seems like it could hurt.
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But you're right. It could go horribly wrong... what else could we press together?
[Don't read into that question too much, Darin.]
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[He thinks about it.]
...Our chests?
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[She holds the melon up to her chest, nestling it in the cleavage of her bra.] Yes... I think this could work! Do you want to try it with me?
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Yeah...hold on, lemme just...whoa!
[He wobbles to a sitting position and tries to lean her way. Which...is hard when he's getting this mentally fuzzy. He winds up pretty much just falling into her and then on top of her.]
[So, how does it feel to have a nude Darin on top of you, Allura?]
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[Well, her face is flushed deep red... but wasn't it already like that before they ended up in this compromising position? And her eyes stray down, as if to confirm if what she feels against her is what she thinks it might be...]
[She grips his shoulder, as if to push him off. But she doesn't, and instead holds him where he is. And she asks...]
Are... are you all right?
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[He looks up and...realizes that their faces are really close to one another.]
[Really close...]
...You have really pretty eyes...
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[There's a faint touch of confusion in her voice, as if she's surprised he only now noticed that detail. Look, she knows Altean eyes have an advantage over human eyes.]
[Although, looking at his green eyes...]
... so do you.
[Beat.]
Wait, I mean... handsome? ... nice? ... ... I like your eyes?
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[Still...he doesn't appear to be moving or pulling away. Can he even? Allura's got a pretty solid grip on him. But at this distance, they can likely each feel each other's breath on their lips...]
...A-Allura...
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[Likely? She can absolutely feel his breath on her lips. And he'll have no trouble either, given that she's breathing a little harder than usual.]
[It's odd. Her mind is a little sluggish, but it's having no trouble picking up the implication and letting it fuel her imagination. Maybe it's something more instinctive taking over her thought processes...]
[She swallows, and it's not clear if she simply needed to clear her throat, or if that was for her nerves.]
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