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WELCOME POTLUCK

Greetings, residents! Those more observant sorts among you may have noticed a large influx of very crowded ferries. In order to welcome our new residents en masse, Town Hall is holding a potluck in Town Square. Please bring a dish if you are able and make a new friend!

All of our newest arrivals need only bring themselves. We look forward to welcoming you all into our community, and may your lanterns always be lit.

This event is open to all! In light of our new influx of prospective players following the Great Sail Migration, we've decided to offer a small public event to tide everyone over until the TDM this weekend.

Comments

cw: gore & violence continues

[thethirteenthchild]

They clash in the middle as Dahlia pounces just after. Daisy is well-trained--- Dahlia's not getting out of this without taking some more damage. Scratches from claws and teeth bloom across her arms and chest and face. But in the end, Dahlia's size gives her grapple an advantage, and she slams the wolf to the ground, catching Daisy by her throat. "You're it."

cw: gore & violence continues

[hadnoright]

The wounds don't heal as readily, when the source of the injury is still there. Blood beads and flows where clawed digits dig into her throat and the snarling that ripples past her bared teeth is wet and strained, and yet somehow exhilarated. It's almost a laugh, except in all the ways it can't be, coming from a body not made for it.

Until suddenly it is. One moment, the wolf. The next, the small woman. The grip on her throat doesn't even have to shift—there's a dream logic, to how her form shifts; you never see it, you never feel it, it just is. And so there is Daisy, bleeding and grinning, almost manic.

There was a time where being caught would've aggravated her. This doesn't seem to be that time.

And so through bloodied teeth, all she says is: "A-Apparently."

cw: gore & violence gets sexier

[thethirteenthchild]

It takes Dahlia a long moment to decide if she wants to shift back or stay like this, before she decides to split the difference.

The form she takes next has the same angular face and large, wide-set eyes as the human form that Daisy knows from earlier. Everything about the structure of her is the same. However, she now has pointed ears, black buck's antlers, blue eyes with black sclera, and a deep blue complexion. She straddles Daisy, hand still at her throat, sitting on her hips.

"I don't usually play with my food. But you seem like you'd make a fun exception."

cw: gore & violence & anticipated cannibalism still getting sexier

[hadnoright]

Oh there are layers of surprises to this one, aren't there? Three faces, one woman, the same mouth with a taste for blood. There's so many questions she should have and not a one of them makes it past the thrum of adrenaline and anticipation of something much more interesting than whys and whats and whens.

Daisy's throat bobs beneath Dahlia's hand. Her tongue flicks out to swipe the blood from her own teeth.

"Y-You won. Play all— all you like."

It has been a long, long week and there's a gorgeous woman with all the sharpness of a shark straddling her hips ready to eat her alive. Being so close to Prey has never been so appealing.