#moonskinsevent02

Today started as normal. Wyatt decided he wants to do something spontaneous and energetic. Unfortunately for his house mates he'd called off work for the impending full moon and has locked himself in as to not be caught running around town not sick. He ended up bouncing on Ryder's bed claiming something about parkour as he did a flip, letting his 'state of being' take over his entire room. But once he'd left enough black marks all over his sheets from his shoes he ran to the other end where he was sure Brenden's room had a window that unlatched with easy access to the roof.

He balanced on the sill and threw Brenden a carefree salute and clambered up.  He usually was mostly blown off, because the kid was like a monkey, constantly doing ridiculous stunts that ended with bruises and scrapes and sprains. Wyatt had made his way up and walked around the rooftop, balancing precariously along the edge of it, ever the daredevil. Until he decided to sit with his legs hanging over and his back reclining against the slanted roof, the shingles warm from the March sun.

Honestly, there wasn’t too much preparation required for full moons in the State Pack house. Del and Lanta did everything they could to make sure the family was taking care of; dinner’s waiting early, the chains have been checked and then checked again, spare clothes are waiting for the morning after... all Arizona really has to do is show up. After nine years of dealing with the full moon on a monthly basis, she’s pretty much knows exactly what’s going to happen, anyway. They never really get easier, but with anything, experience leads to smoother escapades.

Ari all but slumps down the basement stairs... not the first to arrive, but definitely not the last as she moves to her usual chain and begins to effortlessly shed what little clothing she actually had on. Modesty had never been something the moonskin had struggled with; especially growing up in an environment where a lack of attire was encouraged. Some of the pack, however, preferred to keep covered up... wearing old rags they didn’t mind getting ripped up during the change. As soon as she was free of the fabric, she glances over to the clock to see it’s almost time, exhaling a deep breath before slipping on the oven mitt Delaware had left by her and beginning to adjust the chains.

She winces quietly each time the silver touches her skin, the audible sizzling a sound she’d never quite get used to. Of course, this was just how it was... nothing else would be able to hold them. And any pain she’d have to endure, it was much better than the alternative. A moonskin’s number one priority was protecting the humans; an ideal just as strong in Del’s mind as her own, thankfully. The idea of roaming free, while in a state she couldn’t control-- she’d burn herself a thousand times over to keep herself from harming anyone.

Golden hues glaze over for a moment as she finally finishes wrapping herself up with a few minutes to spare before the moon would bring about the shifting. Memories of the Price’s flashes in her mind; their blatant disregard for the humans as they allowed themselves to be free every full moon, family members returning the next morning with dried crimson stains all over them, a young Willa crying in secret as she heard the news of the fatalities to ‘wild animal attacks.’ That was the past she wished to redeem; the past she never wanted any part of. So this... this was a far better option as she allowed her gaze to move over every wolf in the room.

NJ and Tex remained close, far enough away to not harm each other, but close as they talked to distract themselves from the inevitable foreseeable future. Maryland cowered her petite body in the corner, her eyelids squeezed shut as she obviously just wished it to be over already. Colorado reading almost peacefully from the book he’d strategically placed on the floor just out of reach. Arkansas looking characteristically cheerful as they struck up a conversation, not that they were looking forward to it... but they never allowed the shifting to get them down. Hawaii listening intently to Arkansas, even the rags she worse that were about to be torn apart looked better than half of Ari’s wardrobe. Nevada remained clothed as well, silent and giving off angry vibes; angry at the fact that she had to endure the transformation. And last but not least, her alpha and beta, Del and Lanta exchanged glances; the closest things to love she’d ever seen them express. 

This was it; her family that she loved unconditionally. And so she let her eyelids fall softly with an endearment that drowned out the pain she knew was coming. But it was okay-- the chains would prevent her from hurting anyone and she’d awake in the same room with the ones she cared about the most.

This was it. Her least favorite part of the month. As if the blacking out wasn't bad enough, there was also the burning and chafing of the silver chains at her wrists and ankles and then there was the fact the basement contained seven naked wolves. Josie always took a blanket with her, the biggest, thickest duvet she could find. It often ended up ripped to shreds, but it was a small price to pay for her modesty.

They were all getting ready to go down into the basement within the next hour or so when the sun would start to set and the moon would come up. Josie never took her clothes off until the last possible moment, instead favoring a baggy hoodie and some sweatpants she could throw off when the time came. The was sitting on the window seat, watching the day begin to fade when she felt someone behind her shoulder. Scent told her it was Jordan. "Sometimes I think about it, you know. What I did on the full moon before I found you guys. I know there wasn't many. Maybe one or two, but still..."

After Carter’s conversation with Delaware, Carter didn’t have much time to actually prepare for the full moon but he figured that he had to try. He didn’t know the Rogue Pack and Delaware made it pretty clear that he wasn’t welcome in the State Pack home but he had to try something.

He thanked the heavens that the internet was a wonderful place where most things could be retrieved and learned. He spent a couple of days finishing up building his own rig in his apartment. One that he put his desk in front of, in the off chance he actually has someone in his room again. But tonight was the night, he carefully attached the silver chains, which burned to his touch. He was lucky that the ones he got we were real silver because he spent a seriously pretty penny on them. He was also thankful that the internet just seemed to think him a tad kinky and not into some weird werewolf nonsense. It was that or Amazon assumed his kink was werewolf nonsense. Either way, it was easy enough to lie his way out of any assumptions. 

As he was focused on finishing up the final touches to his new rig, his phone began to buzz loudly from his bed. He looked over and saw that the phone read “John O’Brien.” They shared a last name but Carter continued to be afraid of answering anyone that might be his family. But he did have to wonder if any of them knew about this. Did they know that moonskins were real? Could they help him? Or was he the only one? His book hadn’t arrived at the store yet and he still didn’t quite understand how it was actually passed down or how a moonskin was made. 

Once the last chain was hooked up he, Carter walked across the room to his one window and began to board it up. He would have to take this down the next day or his landlord would ask questions but it was a precaution that felt necessary. He didn’t know how the transformation happened, how strong he was, or anything but he felt like this was important. He just made sure that his curtains stayed underneath the board so that no one got over suspicious by looking up to a wooden boarded up window. This town was small and people liked to talk; Carter didn’t want to risk that. 

EVENT 002: FIRST FULL MOON

It is the first full moon since the Rogues have moved into town and that means one thing: the humans of Rainsburg are exposed to even more risk than before with so many new wolves in town. As per the State Pack rules, every moonskin must remain chained up in silver at nightfall.

Things to remember:

It is a declared rule that a wolf stay chained on the full moon for the entire state of New York.

Every single triggered werewolf will shift in the evening of a full moon, no exceptions.

The shift on a full moon is involuntary. It has often been described as a ‘black out’ state that the wolf does not remember.

Physical contact between skin and silver will create immediate damage that is slow to heal. 

Generally, a moderate amount of silver will take eight to twelve hours to heal. Most wolves can be restrained with minimal damage to their legs and arms.

Moonskins on a full moon cannot be restrained by human-made steel or lesser metals.

Both the State and the Rogue house have basements equipped with silver chains.

For this event and our first full moon we are asking all members to write a para related to the full moon. If your werewolf is untriggered, a solo para works as well, or a para taking place earlier in the day. We know this event is focused around the triggered wolves, but everyone can participate!

If your character has already triggered, we ask that you have at least one response done before Monday the 13th so we can see who is following rules and who has not! If you don’t participate in this event it is assumed that your character did not chain themselves up.

The event will take place Sunday, March 12th, 2017 in roleplay time. Feel free to write and post your starters early. If you’re seeing this post, the event is on! That does not mean you can’t finish your active paras. Please do not start any new event paras after Sunday. Y’all are more than welcome to continue with any event paras started (we don’t expect everyone to finish an in depth para in two days) before Monday.