#astoriaevent9

[bashianofonte]

who: @mscarleighaortiz​ where: bash’s home when: during the full moon

          “I am glad to see you well tonight, caro.” It would be like some of rest while being caught out at the brewery in the middle of the full moon as Bash had made the call to send everyone home before the sun set over the horizon. He did not wish to see anyone in a position of being hurt in the midst of the moon’s call, even when his thoughts went out to Aleyna in hopes that she would see through it with ease and comfort. He held the same regard for his current company as he smiled gently towards them. “Shall we call this a special occasion or settle for a variety that was relatively easy to find,” he gestured with towards the two bottles that he pulled from his collection in hopes that she would choose the one that had gathered far too much dust by this point. But the other was more than decent. “It is your choice.”

[jaydalton]

He was terrified. The moon held sway over him in ways that made Jay want to be physically ill. It was like everything had the volume turned up to 100. Every emotion was experienced tenfold. The moon was reaching its peak later today and he was grateful for Aleyna passing on his information to her alpha just so he had someone who could help him.  This was the last thing he expected to be doing; meeting a pack of werewolves at the edge of the woods so they could transform together, and yet here he was, jacket wrapped tight around him, heart in his throat. 

“Hey,” he greeted, doing his best to keep his voice neutral, though the nerves most certainly came through. Even if the wolf hadn’t been able to hear his heartbeat, he was sure he had his fears and anxieties written all over him, etched into his skin like tattoos. “You must be Zoey.” He extended his hand to shake hers, though he wasn’t sure if that was something you were supposed to do or not. “I’m Jay. Aleyna mentioned me?” 

@zomartinez​

[oliviawalters]

Where and when: Somewhere in the woods during the Wolf Moon, around 8:30 pm

Status: Closed | @kodadawson

Losing track of time in the university library was not exactly difficult. While the Bodleian would ultimately always hold her heart, Liv’s workplace whenever she was researching rather than teaching could keep her entertained for hours. What was meant to be a short day ended in the evening, but she figured working late was not the worst thing to happen on the day the Wolf Moon would hold a lot of Astoria’s supernaturals captive. It had already peaked sometime in the early afternoon, she had overheard others say. Perhaps, the worst was already over.

Given how much time she had spent hunched over, Liv decided to walk home just as she had walked to work that day. It would take her another hour, but she was craving fresh air and movement. Quick on her feet, she trekked through the woods she needed to get through on her way home. It was not until she heard a tree branch snap near her that it dawned on her she might not be alone – and what happened next was a blur.

Her regular runs kept her fit, but not fit enough to outrun an angry wolf. Adrenaline thrumming in her veins, Liv ran for dear life, too dark to see where she was going, so she had to rely on her instincts to get her out of there. One wrong step and she tripped, her ankle caught under a tree root as she fell, scattered leaves and branches cutting through the fabric of her tights. Her surroundings rustled again, louder this time, danger fast approaching – and Liv scrambled to get up, but the bolt of pain that shot through her ankle made her cry out loud in agony, forcing her onto the ground once more.