Date: This event will begin this Saturday at 7 PM EST, and will continue through the weekend till Monday 12 AM EST.
Welcome to Participate: Everyone! Members can write solo paras or interact with others, post one starter with tartarusevent tag.
The clock strikes seven and the sun fades away taking any light it gave up for us before. Crimson darkness covers everything turning into purple and blue, mist surrounding the island, dampness in the air. It’s heavy, the blanket upon their shoulders — magic sinking into their veins. Dionysus rises above the sky, taking a seat in his rightful throne for the mortals to worship, to kneel before his grace.
The ancients— vampires, demons, angels and reapers— fall in front of him quickly, their powers taken and bare footed humans now stood as they did once before, with their eyes screaming for hunger of every kind: lust, starvation, neediness, violence. No self control, no will power, the worst of the worst come out to play.
Witches and the fae succumb to the wilderness of their hearts, hearing the song of long forgotten gods; they run through forests, havoc under their fingertips and magic flowing out in fountains, high on the lilac mist. Not stopping the murder spree they would rather let their powers blossom and burst out, leaving marks on the ground.
Joining such activities in their very own way, mermaids let their voices out, siren songs filling the atmosphere and luring creatures like lycanthropes, humans, hybrids and young reapers, angels and demons towards the waters and into Cyric’s Grove for the most dangerous of dances. Their bodies are human, but their souls searching for a never ending thrill, a rush of adrenaline; and need to fulfill the newly developed taste for blood. This whole night — an embodiment of the seven deadly sins, but many like to call it the Bacchae.
