lys "stress eating as self-expression" skovgaard (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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quietplacelogs2018-02-02 09:02 pm
pawper) wrote in quietplacelogs2018-02-02 09:02 pm
you see me howling now, i'm foaming at the mouth (semi-closed)
featuring: lys skovgaard (pawper), a2 (a2brutus), possibly others
what's happening? lunar cycles + bad timing = a forced transformation that lys can't do anything about except lock herself in the reset room, hoping to ride it out in relative privacy....except of course, that's the opposite of what goes down
day: at some point during the event (will update this)
content warnings: possibly mild violence and likely mentions of death, but otherwise probably nothing; will update if needed
notes: here there be a furball! more importantly, hmu if you want a thread that takes place at some point after the main confrontation, or if you have questions about timing or anything else!
[Lys had known this was coming. She's been counting down the days, watching the skies, feeling her nerves twist into tighter and tighter knots as the inevitable time of her changing approached. Not knowing the exact date was awful, and so was that impending sense of inescapable doom, but more awful than either of these things was knowing (believing) that there was almost nothing she could do to mitigate what was going to happen.
Because Lys isn't a complete moron. She's been frantically putting together scraps of desperate plans ever since waking up in this strange silent city without her ring. She knows very, very well what that loss means, the myriad of consequences that could result from it. When her blood at last began to boil in the telltale way that always heralded an involuntary transformation, Lys resigned herself to the only halfway moral option that seemed to be left: hiding away in the reset room and hoping against hope that she could ride it out without anyone seeing, without anyone knowing.
.......
In the reset room, the door is closed, the packed dirt floor flat and bare. It's an empty and silent place.....save for the verifiable mountain of fur and muscle that's taking up most of one corner, noisily eating from an opened jar of peaches held in a massive clawed hand. In the creature's only hand, in fact — because just like a certain new arrival, their entire left arm is missing.]
pawper), a2 (a2brutus), possibly otherswhat's happening? lunar cycles + bad timing = a forced transformation that lys can't do anything about except lock herself in the reset room, hoping to ride it out in relative privacy....except of course, that's the opposite of what goes down
day: at some point during the event (will update this)
content warnings: possibly mild violence and likely mentions of death, but otherwise probably nothing; will update if needed
notes: here there be a furball! more importantly, hmu if you want a thread that takes place at some point after the main confrontation, or if you have questions about timing or anything else!
[Lys had known this was coming. She's been counting down the days, watching the skies, feeling her nerves twist into tighter and tighter knots as the inevitable time of her changing approached. Not knowing the exact date was awful, and so was that impending sense of inescapable doom, but more awful than either of these things was knowing (believing) that there was almost nothing she could do to mitigate what was going to happen.
Because Lys isn't a complete moron. She's been frantically putting together scraps of desperate plans ever since waking up in this strange silent city without her ring. She knows very, very well what that loss means, the myriad of consequences that could result from it. When her blood at last began to boil in the telltale way that always heralded an involuntary transformation, Lys resigned herself to the only halfway moral option that seemed to be left: hiding away in the reset room and hoping against hope that she could ride it out without anyone seeing, without anyone knowing.
.......
In the reset room, the door is closed, the packed dirt floor flat and bare. It's an empty and silent place.....save for the verifiable mountain of fur and muscle that's taking up most of one corner, noisily eating from an opened jar of peaches held in a massive clawed hand. In the creature's only hand, in fact — because just like a certain new arrival, their entire left arm is missing.]
