[MINGLE] Wendi-go-go to the inn

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: 6I Village and Inn
WHEN: 27-31 July
OPEN TO: ALL - Mingle
NOTES: The Wendigo threatening the village will be killed mid 28 July, with a Blue Lily, per these threads. Plot details here. Note: The final fight is close enough to be seen from the upstairs inn windows.
WARNINGS: Wendigo attack mingle, please warn in comment headers if discussing violence, gore, or related trauma. Possible mentions of character death.

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The urgent warnings come from villagers returning south from the lake: a creature twice the size of a man, antlered and voracious. Larger than any they've seen on the plains, stalking its way to the main village. Some might have their own names for this hunger in a skin of shadow; others might remember that it was the first to claim a life, in their village's short history.

Whatever context one has for it, best to secure all pets and loved ones before it arrives. With weapons and food stores at the inn, the call goes out to gather — And to bring back any tools, because there's no telling what doors and windows can do to stop such a creature.

Comments

[reprobate]

Were it him post-battle, there would be very specific activities he'd be leaning into in the name of a little oblivion, but he hasn't got the sort of bead on her that he'd like. She's fierce, might not thank him for the attention, but it's hard to know for certain. She's kept her knickers on; that maybe says enough.

He drifts forward, water rippling around him, and reaches long fingers to skim across the inked symbols on the back of her neck. They draw away as he makes for the edge of the pool, not a retreat so much as a casual opening salvo, an offer silently made as he leans back against the smooth stones.

[littledhampir]

The fact of the matter is, it had never occurred to her, not until she feels the heat of his body near her own. The shiver that involuntarily runs down her spine as he traces the symbols on the back of her neck. That touch is the first thing to pull her out of the dark recesses of her own mind, Rose’s gaze sliding in his direction as he pulls back to the edge of the pool.

Another time, another place she might have volleyed back a brutal rejection for no other reason than the wind had changed. There was a promise in that touch that had her wanting it back the second he retreated though, it never occurring to Rose that it was an offer to choose, rather than seeing if she’d stop him or not.

She wouldn’t have, no more than she intends to stop herself now as she slowly turns towards him, looking at Sirius for perhaps the first time since he’d joined her by the grave. Still, she doesn't see him, not the way that she should, not as the person who’d gotten under her skin when she’d been looking for a fight - an excuse. She sees only the promise that touch had held as she pulls away from the waterfall, a change in the air as she closes the distance between them and allows all other thoughts to slip away.