Oh, how tantalizing it looks. With it's golden shine and the magnetic pull of your supernatural blood. They speak to you and whisper in your ear, be ready, my darling, because I will force the blood out of you and turn you into all that is evil.
It is a full moon, locals, and the full moon hits all supernaturals hard. Like a crash of a wave against one's body, all supernatural will feel the pull of the dark side. A small craziness in the back of one's head, a whisper in the ear, a hypnotizing stare. For days now, you all have felt the electricity running through your veins, either with anxiety or exhilaration. Now is the time to release the tension.
Werewolves: shed your skin. Merfolk: transform into your natural bodies. Banshee's: prepare for the deaths, as the full moon will bring you plenty. Unseelie, be dressed well and join your folk as the monthly feast of the living will begin and end with the full moon. While the Seelie go for a hunt of the Unseelie, a death wish to all who cross their path of the opposite Court. And while those beasts are doing their practices, beware of the witches, casting spells and barricading their door with salt and watch for the ghosts as they are tempted to go find their place of death. And finally, the humans will fall for the superstition and have their anger rise, the vampires will find a toy for the night and bloodstained lips are the sun turns up, and the kitsune will be free to roam the town with no fear one will steal their tale.
It is the night of the full moon, and all should be scared.