There it is, again. That particular scent - of rotting flowers, pungent and sickly sweet. It seemed faint before, much like an afterthought. There, but not quite. Not too pressing, nor gentle enough to be forgotten. It was something else that worried you, instead. The headlines of newspapers, speculating the failure of crops, or the seemingly random attacks by individuals who appeared just fine the day before, trending on social media. That, and the fact that it had crept up on you, now, unexpectedly. You are at the edge of something. You can feel the thrum of it, racing through your veins. Something was about to happen, and you had best brace yourself for it.
Our first event is coming up next week, and we’d love to have you come along for the ride. We’re a supernatural appless oc rp set in modern day London, with all kinds of FCs ready for the taking. See you!
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