DATE&TIME: february 12, 11:00pm LOCATION: outskirts of starlight carnival TRIGGERS: implied death & violence STATUS: closed for @xuebird
it should be expected, surely, at this point - boy with teeth and tails fanned, an arctic thing in the snow, pale as the moon itself save for the red that coats fur, stains skin. the other cryptid is larger, indeed, but boy has a fire that russian winters have not seen quite yet, and when teeth meets flesh, there are howls of agony and a snarl that sounds too much like laughter with blood caught in throat.
(thinks he could choke on this, all of it running into open mouths. it’s hardly hunger anymore - no, thirst - for bodies under nails, for the sweet-soft-tender way throats yield under jaws, under fingertips)
and monsters take human form - (is there really a shift, when it comes to him?) - when fur becomes skin again, tails swaying until they disappear again. the blood, though, always stays. stains. when he smiles, he does so with a mouthful of teeth that is not his own.
“sweet xue, how lovely of you to join us - “ he turns to the body behind him, all theatrics with how eyes sweep over them before meeting her gaze again “ - me now, i suppose. how awfully sorry i am that you only caught the end of my little show. next time let me know if you’re going to drop by and i’ll drag it out a little longer, hm?”











