#senatus.masquerade

[milenabarbcsa]

dion baudelaire in attendance for the masquerade hosted at the faerie court.

[lainsolus]

for: @senatusstarters

where: post plot drop, outside near the maze

Lain watched his own reflection distort in a puddle of fresh blood. What he was looking at he no longer recognized, the beast bore some resemblance to his lycan but was more grotesque and deformed. Yellowed teeth protruded from the edges of a pointed snout, the shape of the muzzle more crocodilian than wolf and its eyes were unblinking, jagged red slits. The veins on Lain's arms had turned black, the fingers on his left hand had already transformed into claws that looked like shards of obsidian. When he blinked, it was gone. A shrill, desperate scream caught his attention as he turned his head to see a woman get crushed in the massive jaws of a hulking monstrosity. The mortals trapped in this realm had been led here like lambs to slaughter, perhaps as some sacrificial offering to be  thrown at the feet of an unknown power.  

The river of causality had run red with blood. Who would be fortunate enough to escape their doomed fate and break free of its flow? Just like a fish leaping from the water. "Hey! If anyone's still alive, answer me!" Lain shouted, frantic as he trudged through the piles of dismembered corpses scattered across the ground. “Serkan! Burak! Anton! Val! Flora! Emory!” He called out the names of friends and pack mates that he had encountered earlier in the night.  

Standing alone amidst the carnage was Salvatore, an old, grizzled lycan that had been a part of the Arno Pack for decades.  His back was turned to Lain and the older man stood eerily still.  “Sal! Oh thank fuck you’re still ali-,” Lain’s words caught in his throat as hidden tendrils made of blood soaked sinew lifted the hollowed husk of Salvatore’s body up in the air, shaking him around like he was a puppet. Something had eaten the lycan from the inside, leaving only a broken shell of muscle, skin and bone.  The changelings broke the body in half, the tendrils feeding the corpse into the mouth of a massive creature.

[ofheliacal]

eric aquino in attendance for the masquerade hosted at the faerie court. 

[antonpleon]

Anton Pereira Leon @ The Masquerade 

“I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's. His hair was perfect.” ― Martha Stout, The Sociopath Next Door

[caspermhahn]

the masquerade - hosted by the faerie court. 

“The one advantage of playing with fire, Lady Caroline, is that one never gets even singed. It is the people who don't know how to play with it who get burned up.” ― Oscar Wilde.

[amalasingh]

Amala Singh @ The Masquerade

"I have recently rediscovered my love for topiary sculpture: the art of bush manipulation." —Laszlo, What We Do in the Shadows

[lainsolus]

Lain Solus @ The Masquerade

[sylviedebellis]

the masquerade - hosted by the faerie court.

“Can I take your pain and make it go away Would you let me be your getaway No, no, no, I bet you never knew There’s a universe inside of you Can I undress you?” ― Can I, Alina Baraz & Galimatias.