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.

Comments

[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.