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deercountry2023-06-22 02:44 pm
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open | and i pray that you will always hold on
Who: Luna Lovegood or Cole & You!
What: Catch-All for Endgame. Putting up starters/sections for certain things, so bear with me while I get things organised. Please hit me up for plotting!
When: May — August.
Where: Various.
Content Warnings: tba.
witchy girl | spirit boy
What: Catch-All for Endgame. Putting up starters/sections for certain things, so bear with me while I get things organised. Please hit me up for plotting!
When: May — August.
Where: Various.
Content Warnings: tba.
witchy girl | spirit boy
witchy girl ✨
you're a truth speaker
with a heart of gold
— may / june: beasthood shenanigans
+ 1 dragon boyfriend
Wouldn't it be best to willingly transform, with Luna there to control the situation? It's still a dangerous thought, to be sure; Peter has no idea what he might become.... but that danger isn't something that can ever really go away. Beasthood lurks in them all, and as terrifying as it was to witness Luna's transformation, at least Peter now knows what she'll be like, how she'll behave... and how to bring her back to him.
And so one hot summer June afternoon (ironically, before he catches wind of Sleepers being able to transform into peaceful versions of their Beast forms.... although perhaps it's best that he's in his natural state anyway, so that Luna can really assess what danger he's capable of), the boy tells her of his brilliant plan.... complete with the assurance that he's already taken care of the details (extracting a vial of Beast blood from his pockets... don't worry how he got this, it's completely fine!)
Any worries are met with a rare sort of confidence from Peter — his nerves not completely gone, but more muted this month, toned down in favour of a little dose of thrill at the thought of doing something like this. But he's certainly wanting the process to be as safe as possible, and getting all of Luna's thoughts and opinions on the matter, and so ends up on the outskirts of the city, near the Trenchwood, safely away from the city or any people. He gives Luna a tight, lingering hug, knowing this is going to be extremely nerve-racking for the girl, before stepping back under the trees and giving himself a wide berth from her. He downs the vial in one go, waits there for a few moments, and then it begins, quick and unrelenting. It's painful, but the process so abrupt that there's little time for Peter to scream for long before he's changing.
The boy doubles over as his body begins to grow bigger and bigger and morph into something long and then longer still, three whiplike things splitting off from the center of him and writhing through the air like a mass of snakes, breaking some of the surrounding trees as the thing keeps growing. It soon becomes clear that one of the three whips is a tail — long and serpentine, and the other two are long necks from which a dual pair of dragon-like horned heads form, gnashing two sets of sharp teeth.
When it finally stops growing, the thing stands a good twenty feet tall, slender body covered in glittering black scales, long tail and both heads swaying as a pair of great leathery wings begins to unfurl like a newborn bat's, awkwardly crumpled at its sides for the moment. The Beast's sharp claws curve against the forest floor as its mouths open wide, releasing two resonating roars loud enough to cause the air and ground to quake. )
here comes THE BOY
But no, Peter Graham did, in fact, mean actual Beasthood. Which had shifted the bemused expression into one of worried horror when he'd produce the via of Beast blood. Why did he have something so dangerous? How did he get such a priceless thing? Why was he offering to transform into a state of being so terrible as Beasthood? It had taken a great deal of convincing her. She didn't want him to fall to Beasthood for her sake, didn't want him to go through the experience of it. It might have been one of the rare times where Luna had been far more anxious than Peter over something. Beasthood was not something to play with.
But she'd been convinced in the end, with serious, well thought out parameters. Beasthood is rarely something to keep well-contained, but keeping everything controlled as much as possible would allow for some kind of safety for the short amount of time Luna would be able to study him and then bring him back to himself. Still, there's worry in her when she hugs him tightly and Peter moves to put space between them. She mouths a soft 'I love you', watching him intently with her wand drawn — wringing her hands in her unsettled state.
It's hard not to immediately run towards him when he shifts, remembering in some murky, hard-to-reach memory of what it had happened to her. How everything had changed, how panicked she'd been — desperately begging Clarisse to take her wand, to keep it safe and pass it on to Peter. But the shape of him changes so quickly it keeps her feet rooted to the spot, the realisation dawning her as her head lifts up and up.
Even in her world, there are creatures that while awesome sights to marvel and study, are incredibly dangerous to be so close to. Dragons have their own specially-trained keepers, and she is certainly not one of them. The sight of him: a towering, serpentine creature, is enough to make her draw back a half-step with wide eyes. She's not sure what she would have expected, but she certainly didn't think of this: Peter's Beast form is a Dragon.
The roar causes the ground to stir beneath her feet, the sound almost deafening as she lifts her hands to cover her ears. She soon loses her balance and topples over, managing to keep herself sitting upright at least as she cringes against the din. Too loud—! Too much—! She shouts up to him, despite herself: ]
PETER, STOP—! ENOUGH—!
[ Now she's drawing attention to herself, wonderful. This is probably how she dies, now: eaten alive by her dragon boyfriend.... ]
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Then, suddenly, a voice shouts out and that actually freezes the Beast, both roars cutting off as the slit pupils of all the creature's eyes contract in awareness, startled by the interruption. Both long necks swivel downwards with an alarming speed, circling around the girl on the ground, throats rippling with movement. It's difficult to tell at first if this is curiosity or aggression, but the heads draw extremely close, puffs of hot air released on either side of Luna, both sets of nostrils flaring outwards.
As it moves, the Beast continues to stretch its newly-formed body, large wings thrusting out, but the action causes them to snap more nearby trees with a loud, splitting sound. ...And as soon as this happens, both of those heads that are coming so dangerously close to Luna immediately freeze again, necks whipping upwards and eyes wide as the dragon seems......
....frightened....?
One of its heads gives a sudden sound, a sort of nervous cry, and the dragon is immediately shrinking back and trying to back up into the line of trees, a feat that isn't so easy with yet more forestry all around. Each time its wings or tail snaps loudly against another tree, the Beast visibly balks and breathes with nervous agitation, and it starts cowering down as much as it can, serpentine necks quickly lowering and curling inwards towards its own body, like it's trying to hide.....
He has ANXIETY. )
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Until the Beast moves, stretching its wings out, and the sound of trees buckling a breaking against the pressure sends the Beast into... panic—? Oh, this is panic. ]
No, no, no— [ She's up on her feet once more. It's... a surreal thing to witness. She doesn't think she's ever seen a dragon cower before. She's almost at a loss for what to do; she's still not entirely sure just how volatile he is like this. But the fear in the Beast has her moving, careful and cautious steps drawing near. ]
It's alright, you're alright. It's just the trees. [ She keeps her voice low, uttering soft sounds. Hushes and steady clicks under her breath, gentle coaxing sounds. She moves slowly, edging a little closer. She could maybe draw a shield charm if he snaps for her, her wand at the ready in her hand — held low, ready to sweep upwards to cast. ]
Listen to me, it's Luna— [ Will he even recognise her? She doesn't know. She can only hope there might be some kind of familiarity, but it's possible he might not know who she is. She has to try, though.
Her free hand reaches out for him, fingers splayed. More hush-sounds and clicks. Drawing close and then stopping, not wanting to crowd him. ]
Don't be scared, you're alright.
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When the girl speaks again, it takes a few moments for the dragon to respond in its state, still fitfully trying to cower in on itself, wings still crashing against trees on either side of itself.... until those soft sounds and clicks do come through, and the Beast's eyes are all rolling downwards to stare at the tiny witch below. The great scaled body stops moving around and tenses as the girl slowly approaches a bit closer, but then something in the Beast pauses, once again really locking onto her.
Staring.... staring... If it's not outright recognition, it's certainly something, attention held intensely in place by the girl as she calls up to the Beast. Both heads slowly turn to face her dead-on, one tilting slightly, as though curious. They regard her like that, listening to the sounds she makes, something softer and intentional to concentrate on, and after a long moment, one head slowly starts snaking a bit closer, moving down to where the girl is, pausing only a few feet away as its eyes stare widely at her.
......At once, a large bird gives a rasping cry and flies out of a nearby tree, sending the dragon's other head into terror. It joins its twin, moving out closer to the girl and lowering near her feet, giving a throaty whimper as it seems to be trying to nudge behind her....... Is he... trying to hide behind her...
Yes, yes he is. )
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Until a bird's cry sends the other head into a panic and rather than trying to cower inwards against itself it.... wait is he... cowering behind her because he's scared...?
(No, this is really interesting.)
She can't help but feel a gentle pang of pity, though. But there's a gentle chuckle at it all. It honestly feels a bit ridiculous that he's so easily frightened when he's far bigger than anything else. Even she isn't so big as a Beast, from what she'd gathered from the others who'd seen her like that. ]
You're quite easily spooked, aren't you? [ ... Well, if it doesn't seem likely he's going to eat her, then it might be safe to try something — to press a little further. Very carefully, she reaches with her free hand to gently reach down to brush against the cowering head — hard, sharp, smooth scales much like the dragon-hide she's familiar with. There's one brush of her hand, then another, and another — uttering more hushing and clicking noises for a moment.
... Sometimes you have to pet your boyfriend when he's a two-headed dragon to try to calm him down, it seems. ]
Nothing's going to hurt you. You're quite alright. I imagine everything's just very different, now.
we know which head is Paimon
A rippling sound moves up from its throat, a sort of vibrating thrum, coaxed by the sounds she's making and the brushes of her hand.
....The other head watches all of this for a few long moments before it, too, begins to come in close, looping around the other side of Luna and puffing hot air in the face of its twin, causing it to startle back a bit so that he can get the attention. Move! He wants pets now... )
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Although she's not completely sure on that when the other head bullies the first out of place for... pets. Luna sighs. ]
Hey. No fighting. [ There's a short little 'tsk' sound of disapproval, and she is gently stern with that. ] You can both get pets.
[ Still, the other head will also be getting pets too, a few brushes of her hand against scaled-skin before the penny drops:
... Wait. Both of them.
This... is not just Peter as a Beast. The more frightened head is certainly him, but the other one is... yes, this is Paimon as a Beast, too. Maybe if Peter doesn't completely recognise her, the demon might—? ]
... Paimon? Do you recognise me—?
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'... Paimon? Do you recognise me—?'
Hearing the name does seem to give him pause... the dragon still staring at the witch for a few long moments. He can't exactly understand human speak, but perhaps there's something to that name..... Eyes glittering with an intelligence, that sharp mouth pursed slightly at the girl before it parts and a flickering tongue darts out, almost thoughtfully.
There's something about this little creature that he's certainly drawn to, and the awareness is really coming in now that he's close to her, and now that she speaks to him, face to face. Something that feels... protective. As though she is his. The dragon gives a vibrating growl deep in its throat, not out of agitation, just noises, and starts sniffling her, nostrils puffing in and out like some oversized dog's as he sniffs and snuffs.
If this gesture causes the girl to stop any petting, the other head will lift and watch mournfully.... )
I can do prose or brackets! it just felt odd to put brackets smth with no dialogue lmao
So that part had been easy. This part, the part where it hadn't worked, was hard. Not that he hadn't succeeded, but that he was still conscious. He'd found himself in a room that was too small for him that he had to escape from by scuttling up some stairs and throwing all his weight against a door until it gave in, and then he was on the street and that was worse. Too many smells, too many sounds, everything an indistinct blur of brown and gray and black that all melted together because this was Prufrock and the people here were too practical for bright pigments. He swung his head around almost drunkenly, piggish snout sniffing the air, until he was face to face with a wall. Nothing to do but climb, then.
In this way he scrambled across Trench, not in a straight line but in a wild zig-zagging path. He didn't know where he was going: he didn't know where he was, or where he'd been, only that he felt so very alone. He'd had a... flock? A flock, or a herd, or something. Or at least he had the feeling he was supposed to have. Nothing else here was like him but a lot of them were like each other and he resented that, intensely, and he could find them and follow them but they always disappeared somehow.
He found himself down a thin alley with no idea how he'd got there. Had he been looking for something? He turned around, awkward in the small space, unsure of which direction he had even come from and which direction he should go, and eventually just flopped himself down on the ground with a frustrated, screeching wail.
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The sight of a Beast scaling along buildings and over rooftops is one to give her pause, but she quickly follows after it — wand in hand and her Blade of Agency at her side. The former's proven incredibly useful in bringing people back, a prized possession of a more peaceful way. She soon tracks it down one of the many cramped alleys of the winding streets of Willful Machine, keeping a good distance and hunkering down behind disused cargo crates brought up from Darcmouth.
A shadowy, spectral hare is soon by her side, wisps of smoke curling from her body. While Luna doesn't recognise the Beast, and is considering how best to approach, the Omen pipes up:
Susurrus spoke of a creature like this.
It appears the Sleeper shifts whilst under the influence of Peter's drugs.
I believe he is harmless enough in this state."
"... Oh." Luna blinks at that, breathing out the word. Well that's... interesting. Has she read about that? She's sure it might be something she's come across in her studies. Her brow pinches in sympathy. Oh, dear. Whatever has the poor man gotten up to this time. Well, best to try and sort him out and get him home again.
Slowly, she climbs out from her hiding spot into view. She's... trying her best not to spook the poor man, given everything — offering an easy smile.
"Fiddleford? It's Luna." her voice is soft enough, bemused. "I'm not sure what you've gotten up to, but it's alright."
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There's no recognition in his glassy, faintly-glowing eyes, and there probably wouldn't be even if he could see her clearly. A raspy hiss rises up in his throat and his mouth opens, lips curling back to reveal sharp yellowed teeth. It's a warning. Don't get closer. It's just one and not a group, though, so that jealous rage stays in the back of his mind instead of crushing forward to take over. He's very clearly tensed, though, ready to move once decides if he ought to attack or run.
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But Luna certainly knows well enough with creatures when it's best to stay away, to not get any closer. So she does, her hands slowly raising in a defensive gesture. Inlé had just said he would be harmless, but she's getting the impression that that might not be completely the case. He's certainly not very best pleased right now. Her Omen is certainly poised, incredibly wary of the Beast but not afraid. Susurrus had spoke of a more docile nature, this is... not that.
A bit of a challenge, but she's hardly put off by such a thing. Fiddleford is currently a Beast right now, and he needs helped into shifting back before any Hunters may come across him and decide it's best to put him down. She makes a few hushing sounds, gentle and coaxing.
"It's alright. You're alright. I'll stay here." her voice kept low, soothing. "You know me. I'm just here to help you."
— june: deer form