Dig this crazy mood I'm in, listen to my heart as it starts to spin.

[baedalites.livejournal.com]

Who: The City
What: Bad Blood causes cruorvore frenzy
Where: Mostly Mafaton
When: Nighttime
Notes: Everybody is welcome, please coordinate in OOC post. If you wish to make your own post, that is fine too.
Warnings:There may be gore.

This delivery of blood has been a long time coming. It's been the talk of Mafaton. A lot of people - cruorvores and curious civilians alike - have gathered around the set-up which is not unlike an outdoors soup kitchen.

The troubles do not start right away. Hours pass before anyone realizes something is amiss, and then everything goes wrong. Howls and wordless cries of terror echo between the walls of the neighbourhood. A woman shouts for the blood giving to be shut down, that there is something wrong. The crowd begin to panic.

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[fuckyouboots.livejournal.com]

[It's a long way from where Cindy was to Matafon and even a longer way than usual with all the rabid assholes clogging up the streets. She's been sidetracked and sidetracked some more, ending up in Howl Market rather than near Ivan's apartment. Now in front of her are two bears, a polar and a grizzly, who have decided that now is the time for a National Geographic documentary.

Cindy is no mood for a front row seat. Though that polar bear is ringing a few loud bells in her head, she still aims her gun at the grizzly that's closest to her.]

I swear if either one of you don't get the fuck out of my way, I'll have two new fur coats for the winter.

[sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com]

[The two bears have been circling at each other for a while now, tired and with the shit kicked out of both of them. The more polar of the two turns its attentions on Cindy with a look that's just a little too human. And makes a noise that indicates he's clearly forgotten his lack of vocal cords.]

[In the meantime, the other ursine considers this as good a distraction as any to try and land a killing blow. Fortunately, Asbjørn is a good foot taller than the other one and takes the hit in stride.]

[fuckyouboots.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, that's a look Cindy recognizes. She's seen it before in Bigby and in Beast and that's all it takes for her to cock back and pull the trigger, hitting the grizzly in his back thigh. It's enough to knock it back to the ground and away from Asbjørn. For the moment anyway. She's never known bears to stay down for long.]

Next time I won't miss.

[sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com]

[Maybe it's because the ursine monster's frenzy was winding down, or because of the sharp new injury, or simply because both he and Asbjørn were both really fucking tired. But the bear does seem to take it.]

[The polar bear in the lets out a mournful little roar and pads about the place for a while, in pain and unsure what to do. Before long there's a crack of bones, a shrinking of frame and the familiar shape of a man starts to take form from the previous hulk of white fur. And growls of pain become more audible as:]

Aaaugh. Jesus fucking Christ.

[fuckyouboots.livejournal.com]

He's not here right now. Do you want to leave a message?

[The other bear backs down, just as Cindy has planned, and commences to literally licking his wounds in between cries and growls of pain down some alley or another. None of this effects Cindy emotionally; she saves her guilt for things that really matter and this ain't it. Protecting a friend is business, nothing personal. Besides, that other bear deserved it.]

What? Fighting over territory?

[sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com]

[As grateful as he is (...sort of), he can't help but glare a little from his crouched position in the street.]

It's complicated. And I don't feel like explaining myself right now.

[He growls as he pushes himself up his, breathing sounding wheezy.] Fuck, but we really did a number on each other.

[fuckyouboots.livejournal.com]

Right. Man fight. A test to see who has the hairier balls out of the both of you.

[She doesn't really care enough to get an explanation. Cindy wasn't asking for the purpose to getting an answer, she was just asking because the moment felt like it needed some smart assery. It helps kill the silence as she shoves her gun back into her waistband.

Also, he can glare all he wants. It was a necessary action and if he wants to talk about it, they can. Later. When she isn't armed.]

Good enough to get home on your own or do I need to carry you?

[Because this girl can flip a Hummer without breaking a sweat. Picking up a full grown man is a breeze.]

[sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com]

[That gets a snort. For the first time since he came here he really, really wishes he could just talk to his Mum or Aunt. An overwhelming need for security and understanding and-]

I'll manage. You going somewhere?

[fuckyouboots.livejournal.com]

To get Ilde before her boytoy comes back and eats her.

[It should have been a straight walk there, but the streets are crowded and there are bears fighting where you least expect them to. Cindy can tell it won't be any easier now than it was earlier. She'll have to figure out an alternate route.

A roll of her shoulders gives way to a loud crack of her own bones.]

You might want to put your pants back on. Some old lady might get hot and bothered over you catching a cool breeze.

[sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com]

[He looks down for the first time like oh so that's what's missing.]

Shit, where the fuck did I-? They're in an alley somewhere. Old ladies are going to have to deal with it. I think seeing my dick is the least of their worries right now.

[fuckyouboots.livejournal.com]

It's probably the only dick they'll see anytime soon.

[Not that Cindy was looking herself. She has other worries, indeed. Cocking her head towards him, she eyes him up and down for any other injuries he might have missed on his own.]

Sure you're okay?

[sailorofthefloe.livejournal.com]

Nope.

[He can feel bitemarks on his head, his hair matted with blood from the cuts. His breathing is weird and he has a sneaking suspicion that maybe he's cracked a rib or two. There are several scratches ranging from shallow to not quite a gash, all across his upper torso. Over all he feels sore and completely miserable. But through teeth stained a little with his own blood and the blood of the other bear, he manages a brief smile.]

But it's all part of the hairy balls competition and my place isn't that far. I think Ilde could use your help more.

[fuckyouboots.livejournal.com]

You're right. You look like shit.

[Cindy nods and doesn't smile back. It's not a moment for shits and giggles, not when there's a bloodied humans, bears, and what not stumbling in from all corners. They're not looking for comedy. They want blood. Probably flesh, too. She's lived far too long to stand here let them attack her, so she turns on her heel and runs down the block, throwing a last message to Asbjørn.]

Take your ass home or else.