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[cleosprague-blog]

Food no longer tasted nearly as good as it used to when she was human, that was among one of the things she missed about having a pulse. But it didn’t stop her from carelessly plucking a couple flowers from a nearby hanging basket that hung from the sidewalk light.

The city was weird. Quiet- and she hated to admit it, but she missed the noise and the cars, and the lights. Cleo had been thankful at first for the escape, but old habits died hard and the itch to sketch a blackness into her mind for a few hours was too much sometimes. She’d found out early on alcohol and party favors of her old life had little to no effect on her now. Blood though, did the trick. But So-Young had a few rules about leaving a bloody trail of bodies where they stayed.

In exchange for the flowers and a look from the woman behind the counter as if she knew just where Cleo had plucked them from, she picked an almond croissant out of the display case next to the cashier. Mumbling a thank you, the vampire made her exit, tucking away the pastry in her bag for her maker. Traffic funneled through the only door in the bakery as someone nearly walked into her. “Hey-- watch it-” a grumble left her lips.

[petravery]

date: august 22nd, 2017 location: moon island shore availability: closed | @witchoftheisland​

Running seemed to be the wisest choice that day, she couldn’t work when she didn’t feel well and keeping herself active could possibly get her far away from her ghosts. It had been twenty-four hours of a constant nightmare after the solar eclipse began. Damien had abandoned her, left her to die in the middle of a fight, making her assume that it was her last task, something she should go through for her pack, for her alpha. Later, Petra had the knowledge that it was far from that, he just didn’t care that much about an injured wolf. It was the last time she had seen her previous alpha before she joined Lexine and later found her second home in the Mensah pack. However, there he was again. Haunting her vision, making unable to have a proper night of sleep, of going through her daily activities without considering the possibility that she was going mad. 

I’m the man that helped oyu become the powerful wolf you are. So, what? You’re going to ignore me now? Are you afraid of listening to my commands again?

His voice echoed inside of her mind and in her surroundings. If she could hate him, Petra would. Perhaps the frustration and annoyance of being left behind due to one battle that she had failed and got injured could be seen as hate. She didn’t know, she hadn’t dealt with feelings before; and now, that he was everywhere she went, Petra just wanted to get rid of that image, to let go of Damien. But she also felt tempted to listen to what he had to say. It had been like that for twenty-one years. It was the kind of bad habit that was hard to quit.

The sound of the music going through her ears were merging with Damien’s laugh, and the minute she closed her eyes to ignore that voice and try to focus solely on the music, she felt a heartbeat coming closer. Petra was too fast to stop, but she tried her best to do so. A few inches before she would bump against Dominique. Again, they were meeting against all odds. “It’s not safe out here.” Petra assumed, due to her own acts and disturbances inside her mind. And for a second Dominique was no longer Dominique she was Damien. She’s the enemy, Petra. They are trying to deceive you, this whole coven is lying to you. Her eyes grew wider as she shook her head. "It's not the best way to be out here, Dominique. Trust me."

[petravery]

date: august 21st, 2017 location: squantum point cliffs availability: closed | @emmanuelxalpha

The whispers had reached her ears during the week before the solar eclipse. She wasn't able to gather all the information about the gossips, but from what she heard it was about how the last time it had happened, it was followed by terrible consequences in the midst of war. Petra wasn’t one to believe in tales, especially those she hadn’t been there to actually see it happening. But from the moment the sun started to disappear and Moon Island was painted in a darker color, she knew that nothing good could come out of that. Unlike any other day, she was even more wary, trying her best to keep herself attentive about anything that would happen in her surroundings, knowing that while the previous full moon everything had been easier than expected, anything could happen during this solar eclipse.

Even if she wasn’t the kind of werewolf that would keep herself chained at the top of the Crescent Ridge at Squantum Point Cliffs, Petra ended up there. It was still the afternoon, and yet she could barely see the view she so adored. If it wasn’t for her phone and the moonlight, she’d be swallowed by the darkness that the sky offered in an unlike time of the day. “Everything is going to be okay.” She was enchanting while by herself, ignoring that voice inside of herself that sounded a lot like her previous alpha. Is it going to be okay?

Her skin crawled, just the sound of his voice made memories come back to surface and before she’d have the chance of moving them away from her mind, she felt a heartbeat. Turning to look back at the cliff, she could see a shadow but not its owner. “Emmanuel?” She tried, hoping that after this whole year, she was able to catch his scent, like she should. Have you betrayed me, Petra? Have you chosen another family? Again. Though she wanted to believe it was inside of her mind. It felt louder than that. In fact, it felt that it wasn’t even inside of herself. “Emmanuel, if it’s you. Just please come closer because this whole solar eclipse is already making me...” and she stopped. She couldn’t share any sort of weakness. And because of it, she kept herself silent. 

[seasonsofreckoningrp-blog]

MINI-EVENT → Bakery Giveaway 

                           August 1, 2017 through August 7, 2017

With the start celebration of Lammas, Moon Island’s witches are carefully reflecting on the year and the fruits of their labor, be it malicious or not. The first harvest has already occurred and with tradition, bread is baked in offering to the Gods. Merry Meet Bakery, owned by Violet Jondsotter has announced it will be hosting a week-long giveaway to all those who come through its doors. Patrons will received a baked good of their choice for free. The only requirements are that they offer to the Bakery any kind of harvested fruit, grain, herb, or flower. All offerings will be used to bake for the giveaway.

Merry Meet Bakery will continue to offer one free baked treat to all who come through the doors with any kind of fruit, flower, herb, or grain offering from Tuesday, August 1st to Monday, August 7th - 6PM. This event will take place on the dash and a great opportunity to incorporate the blessed holiday into your character’s plots/plans. Perhaps your muse decides to share their free treat with another? Perhaps they have charmed the treat with some kind of spell? This is just a fun mini-event to draw on the importance of Lammas, as it is one of the major holidays for witches. Make sure to tag your starter as: sorevent4.

Although the mini event is pretty self explanatory, if you have any questions about it you can always come to our askbox!