#fenrirpink

[ezhilbharath]

CLOSED STARTER for @thechellambharath location ; good duck art gallery

Ezhil was nowhere without his family, even if he was the only Bharath in Fenrir’s Wood, he still made sure to visit his family whenever he got the chance - his father gladly paid for a taxi to Surrey or a plane to Madurai. The pack mentality that mostly the older kids had set up, ran through the family, and even if the younger four were obviously obnoxious, that didn’t mean that he wasn’t hyped to have a sibling in town. 

He liked being a werewolf, being able to smell her all the way from the other side of the room, picking up that scent because it was his own. Similar enough. He walked as fast as he could without getting the wrong kind of attention, and tapped Chellam on the opposite shoulder from the side he was standing, a huge grin on his face. He had no idea where this overflowing warm feeling towards his sister came from, but it definitely was more gushy and mushy than usual. Though he vowed to act like the cool older sibling. “Boo.”

[heliavaz]

CLOSED STARTER for @hector-vasquez location ; Good Duck Art Gallery

Helia would rather have hordes of horny Werewolves and love-stir Witches running around than any of the Full Moons in the last two years. Even if it felt like something chaotic was bound to happen, she felt like she could deal with chaos better than the uncertainty of murder and Gods. Despite the fact that she felt like she was going to fall apart.

"I think this was the first time in a long while that someone expressed discontent that I'm taking the night off for the Full Moon. Our colleagues really wanted to go to this event tonight, but since you and I always have this night off." She smiled at Hector. "For once I don't mind being envied for having the Full Moon off."

[bijanmousavi]

CLOSED STARTER for @pclymcrphcus ft. Nohemi location ; good duck art gallery

Bijan was not one who moved through a party at the very fore-front, rather staying behind and watching everyone else have fun while he had a drink or two - non-alcoholic - and would be asked to dance by his partner. He usually had some amazing conversations however, and at the Good Duck Art Gallery’s event, it wasn’t much different. He did still wonder what it was called, and why it had so many guests. 

“Excuse me,” he said, to the first person to detached themselves from the crowd. “You wouldn’t happen to know the artists all the people are talking about? Is there some show about to start?”

[nishantdoshi]

CLOSED STARTER for @logan-jones location ; good duck art gallery

Begone Gay thoughts!

Nishant thought as he saw a group of very handsome artists (hopefully not students) rush into the gallery loudly talking as they showed off their cool outfits. He bit his lower lip, taking a sip from the glass of bubbles he’d gotten from Ezhil. He wasn’t sure if the other Werewolf was trying to win his approval or just being nice. He saw one other council member around with alcohol. Most people were careful with drinking around the artwork. 

He too, though it was hard, with how his body was reacting to everything around him. Well, every man at least. He could barely keep himself from trying to find Reza. 

Luckily, he wasn’t dealing with this alone. 

“Is it just me, or does this art remind you of a couple entangled together?” he asked, before taking another sip from his drink.

[wordsmithings]

Where: Lord’s Woods With: Harper Morgan (@hjmorgan)

Chung-Hee walked through the uncharted path in the forest, guided by the spirits, and made sure to avoid the werewolves’ territory as he trudged forward. He wanted to take advantage of the full moon to make Chae’s daily potions, hoping that the strength of the moon and spirits would help the child grew healthier. To him, seeing Chae healthy and happy was more important than his ability to wield magic, always wishing for Chae to lead his best life unshackled by the expectations of his parents. But alas, he was merely an outsider, merely a caretaker. So he did what he could, and protect the child as best as he could.

As he started preparing for the ritual, the spirits warned him of someone approaching before moving away from him, towards the werewolves’ territory. Alarmed, Chung-Hee moved as fast as he could to meet the person, trying to get their attention. “Hey! Hey! You can’t be here!”

[topherromijn]

CLOSED STARTER for @evanoraray location ; GOOD DUCK ART GALLERY parking lot

Topher did not feel like they were up to par to be at a fancy event like this, even though they'd literally been at this same gallery a few months earlier. Now it just felt... a bit too much. Perhaps as well because it was a Full Moon, and the last full moon they'd seen Gods and fought monsters. Then of course, of all the people they could be running into, it had to be another reminder of the last full moon.

"Long time no see," they said, trying to sound cool. Though they were certainly not feeling it.

[fabiocisneras]

CLOSED STARTER for @wordsmithings location ; good duck art gallery

Fabio decided that this year the Pink Moon must be Pinker than other years, because the crazy antics their sibling got up to. Crazy to such a point that Fabio had switched off their phone and ran into the gallery hoping their sibling's good nose wouldn't instantly sniff them out, they weren't ready to hear more about how their sibling wanted to jump everyone's bones. Instead, they found a drink and were looking around at the art. "I thought they had a live band in here," they said to the first stranger they came upon. "But this seems far too fancy a place to get The Forgotten of all bands to play."

[fenrirswood-hq]

THE PINK MOON:

IC DATE: 23rd of April OOC DATE: 14th of April till 27th of April PARTICIPATION: non-mandatory THREADS OUTSIDE OF EVENT: allowed! TAG TO USE: #fenrirpink

It is a love moon tonight, the moon itself shining a pink light, and its having a curious effect upon the hairy supernatural residents of Fenrir’s Wood. There is much more “coupling” going on in the forest, and even before, romantic and otherwise lustful feelings are far more prominent throughout the full moon and the two days leading up to it.

For Witches, the Pink moon is the perfect opportunity to set up some love rituals. Planning to woo a friend but not sure if they love you back; this would be the night to find out!

Meanwhile, local art show organiser and resident artist at Good Duck Art Gallery, Ezhilarasan Bharath, is setting up his own little love scheme; several local bands and artists are invited to play at the venue, with The Forgotten as the main and closing act, on the evening of the Full Moon. Once Micah Cole Weber hold the microphone however, there clearly is a shift in the atmosphere. When Micah plays his song ( listen ), the crowd feels the emotions. The feelings so intense they want to act on it: call up someone they love, vocalise their feelings for them, be close to them, whether it's platonic or romantic. It is shaping up to be an interesting Pink Moon.

ooc; our first Full Moon event since the revamp! Participation is never mandatory. The affect of the full moon on witches and werewolves also happens the two days before the full moon, so you're welcome to start threads outside of the event for that. The song played at the gallery has affect on anyone at the venue and close by, and takes place several hours before the Full Moon.

The secret discord chats can be used to plan things out, or plot what your character might be up to.

[bodhimohan]

Bodhi bit his lip, words stuck on his tongue, thoughts slipping, as if it didn’t matter what Evanora said, he couldn’t let go of her. 

He studied her face closely, the little bubble that surrounded them was so forceful, so tight that he’d completely forgotten where he was. He solely focussed on who he was with. Someone who was intent on stating that she did not deserve someone, that she was not good for this, that they couldn’t be. But any time he heard that, he just wanted to work harder to make sure she knew that he didn’t care. 

Evanora didn’t know his past. Didn’t know his roots, not what his father had been capable of, what his sister was most likely capable of now. How he’d been cast aside. He wasn’t a murderer, but he’d thought he’d become one, eventually. Bloody knuckles from faces smashed because his father wanted him to do it. 

Yet now, after all these years, his gestures, his life, his intentions, all of them had softened. There was nothing left of the boy who’d wanted to convince his father he had what it took to lead the criminal organisation. 

“I can’t,” he simply stated. “It’s impossible.”

Time passed differently around them — a bubble formed from wants and needs that enveloped them both. She could blame it all on the power beyond Bodhi's understanding — the kind of force that clouded his judgement and used him as a pawn — a puppet on strings.

She was afraid to puncture it — intoxicated by something that she didn't even deserve. She could never earn any of this. The witch only ever deserved the loneliness she chose for herself — that ever bitter life, Bodhi had no place in.

"You should've cast me from your mind, a long time ago." she whispered, arms falling, as she realised she's been holding on to him tighter and tighter —

[ezhilbharath]

OPEN STARTER @fenrirswoodstarters location ; GOOD DUCK ART GALLERY

Ezhilarasan Bharath had outdone himself. At least, that was what his boss was saying after seeing the gallery on the morning of the Pink Moon. He'd made sure every bit of the place was dressed nicely for a Full Moon party, with works of arts on display combining the subject of love and the full moon, combining emotion and the mind. And best of all, the concert in the back. Having been able to get The Forgotten on board to end the show, with a few local bands opening, was perhaps his best feat. And best of all, he'd still be able to get all the Werewolves out on time to drive them to the Lord's Woods.

"So, are you enjoying yourself?" he asked one of the patrons, his blue hair bobbing.

[heliavaz]

CLOSED STARTER for @fromfenrir location ; good duck art gallery after the Forgotten show

Helia didn’t think she was the first to notice the shift in the air as the Forgotten played their closing song, the sensation that overcame the audience, heavy enough to almost make Helia forget about the fact that she sensed undercurrents of Magic and instead focus her whole being on her love for Lilette and how she wished to bridge the divide between them right this second. 

But she refrained from reaching for her phone and sending a message, stopped herself from letting her thoughts slip into the beautiful moments between her and her wife, about all the things she felt like she could say, about how desperately she wanted to forget she’d ever left her. 

Instead, she focussed on the magic, and searched the crowds to find the first coven leader around, so she wouldn’t have to rely on her phone. 

“Calahan,” she noted desperately. “Are you sensing it too?” she did not know how to explain it without giving away her innermost thoughts, and she hoped she didn’t have to.

[wordsmithings]

Where: during The Forgotten’s performance With: Evanora Ray (@evanoraray)

He supposed the gallery wasn’t half as bad as he thought. Even though there was no free champagne served whilst he was viewing the art, he at least got to know the artist and chatted/flirted a little with him. Now he was enjoying the live performance from The Forgotten. He’d heard their songs on the radio, though their songs weren’t really his cup of tea. Still, the lead singer had a pleasant voice, and he was surprised to learn that they had settled in Fenrir’s Wood instead of some big cities.

“The kid’s pretty good.” Reza turned towards his companion, who looked like she had swallowed a kilogram of the most bitter lemons. He ignored her and took a sip of his beer, already used to her looking sour-faced. “You’re not performin’ this time around?”

[topherromijn]

CLOSED STARTER for @museinitalics ft. Micah location ; GOOD DUCK ART GALLERY

FINALLY, finally they would get to see The Forgotten live, after all the hype they'd inflicted upon themself to see Sofia's partner playing life, the moment they were, they felt INCREDIBLY self-conscious. They'd dressed like a punk, with thorn baggy jeans and a huge band shirt, making them look far bigger than they were. And their hair was fluffy and big because of the recent rain. They walked through the area and when they spotted Micah, they almost wanted to slink off again. But they'd faced Gods, surely they could interact with a famous singer! And it wasn't as if they were a total stranger. They shuffled forward and uttered their rehearsed speech. "Hi, uhm... Micah, I'm Topher, a friend of Sofia's. I'm really excited to hear you play!"

[fenrirswood-hq]

APRIL 24th, morning after the PINK MOON...

... the event at the Good Duck Art Gallery was a success, upon return to the venue the next morning Ezhilarasan Bharath, the organiser, found the place deserted but clearly partied in, with some interesting hints of more than just partying having happened. It was the Pink Moon after all.

What he hadn't expected was to find some of the art work obviously vandalised; six works in total were completely painted over with vibrant green paint, and a seventh had a figure of a Tyrannosaurus Rex drawn over it. The security camera showed nothing, the screen going black for several seconds before the damage appeared in the whole gallery. Magic?

[ezhilbharath]

CLOSED STARTER for @pclymcrphcus ft. Lilette location ; good duck art gallery

Ezhil figured his best work was the simple fact that he’d been able to drag so many people to this place, from all different walks of life. Simply with the promise of art and good music. It warmed his heart, because while the Good Duck Art Gallery had plenty of visitors the year round, it was usually either: kids, (art)students, or grandparents. And usually brought along by some adult or tour guide. The grandparents came for the coffee in the kanteen of course, and because they liked to do something with their day off, the kids and students had no choice in the matter and were dragged to that place. The rich investors that Ezhil seemed to bring in were always eager to visit when there was nobody else around. 

Now the place was filled with not just students, kids, and grandparents, but every age group, occupation, etc. Everyone was here. He smiled as he walked around, welcoming people, talking about the art work, and then moving on to the next one. He walked around Lilette as he spotted her, until he was right in front of them. “Miss Vaz, I haven’t seen you around for a while now,” he spoke. His speech was tainted by an accent, but he refrained from using any Tamil slang, as if he’d watched too much British television growing up - not BBC being on 24/7 at his place now. 

[hasan-jackson]

Hasan figured as much, but he didn’t let any of his thoughts show on his face. Instead he gazed at the young Werewolf with the same stoic expression most people got from him, and studied for any other signs of impending panic attacks or perhaps a physical reason why he was here. Perhaps an injury or altercation had led to him being here. He nodded slowly, gesturing for Jasper to drink their water, and hoping he’d swallow the dextro too. Shriya was fulfilling more of a kind nurse role than that of a doctor, but he could not blame her because she’d been in Helia’s teachings too, and the ER doctor tended to kill with kindness - luckily only figuratively. “Any reason you’re feeling anxious, Jasper?” Hasan asked. “Did anything happen?” He only asked two questions, knowing not to overwhelm anyone who was having an anxiety or panic attack. Even if perhaps the question as to what had happened might already be too much for them, in Hasan’s eyes, Jasper didn’t seem so far gone that he would need other measures. If such was the case, he’d have to call Helia, he might be the one Werewolf here that people could count on when it came to Werewolf situations, but he was a surgeon as well. He knew his limitations. 

jasper’s spine straightened as though a rod had been shot through it. he lived his life as though on tiptoes, carefully navigating showing his true self, keeping tight-lipped and cautious. hazel eyes darted between hasan and shriya until he was sure neither of them were a threat. with both hands he took hold of the cup and steadily sipped, the water shuddering as their hands trembled around it. following a change or approaching it, jasper’s senses were set alight—it meant that his anxiety, too, was heightened, and loomed over him like a dark black stain. “i promise you can trust me,” shriya offered, leaning forward just enough to close the space, but allowing jasper enough room to retreat if he needed it. she held her coffee tight, firm, careful not to misstep. “you're safe here. whether it's a supernatural problem or a human problem.” she offered a sweet smile, and jasper's gaze lowered to focus on the toes of his boots. “i—um—well—it's just . . . ” suddenly he felt ridiculous for even turning up, despite his physical reactions to the fear, “i'm just really anxious.”