#shadowfullmoon

Kelsie was heading home after her shift at the Hellmouth.  The moon was out, and suddenly everything hurt.  Kelsie’s body started aching.  She could feel it, like her body was trying to shift but the baby was keeping her human.  Home.  Almost home.  Kelsie’s mind was racing.  She could smell everything.  Hear everything.  She was supposed to be home before curfew, but that was rapidly becoming less important to her.

Her eyes were wide with fear, anxiety, and overstimulation as she looked around.  Her mind was on edge.  When she rounded a corner and nearly bumped into someone, she tensed and lashed out.  “Watch where you’re going,” Kelsie uncharacteristically snapped.  The wolf inside her was trying desperately to get out.

Someone now laid lifeless on the ground nearby, body drained of life and blood. It could easily be more than that as Mattie challenged her brain to bring more of the memories forward. She could not remember leaving her house or being conscious of her actions before this moment. The fear and guilt of not recalling the last ten minutes rushed over her each time her eyes ventured down the road towards the park. After snapping back to reality and realizing what she was doing, she left the poor body and ran. 

Mattie was at a loss of what to do. She never lost control before, not like this. Although she equally despised the idea, this was why she tried to get her blood from wildlife over people. What drove her to be this unstable, this monster, frightened her the most. Tears started rolling down her cheeks. At least she could be thankful no one saw her at the park; or that she did not see anyone else out around her. Now? The young vamp should be hiding, not standing in the middle of the road. No matter how badly she wanted to run off and hide, tried to keep a level head. She had to do something to cover her tracks before leaving.

“I should move it, shouldn’t I?” she questioned herself as she looked back towards the direction of the park. “But… Do I move it? Would that make it worse?” Her hand massaged her temples as she thought out loud. “If I hide it, I stay out of trouble for a little longer. But then that means I stay out longer and I-...”  She grimaced. “ I have to touch it…”  The idea of touching the lifeless body was gross despite how easy it was moments ago. Mattie then threw her hands in the air, her voice louder than it should be while trying to hide. “Urg! Why is this so hard?”

It’s that time of the month again for the Full Moon! So what does that mean? It means that starting now until Tuesday, January 22nd at Midnight EST you can create starters in the starter tag or make private threads related to the special features that come with the full moon. You do not have to participate in the Full Moon starter prompt if you don’t want to.

This starter prompt is just a reminder of when the full moon is and is an aid to help you hopefully get starter ideas. Please feel free to continue your ongoing threads and reply to existing starters. Even after the #shadowfullmoon starter thread deadline ends, you can still continue your character’s conversations. Just please don’t create any new full moon threads or starters until the next full moon. Also, if you have any questions about this reoccurring prompt feel free to shoot us a message.

This month is a Super Blood Wolf Moon. 

Below the cut, we will detail how this will affect each species during the full moon. The moon itself will hold bewitching powers over the residents in town and create opportunities for unique starters not available during other full moon plot drops.

*Note: During a full moon, if you want to INJURE your character, KILL an NPC (human or Supernatural),  TURN your character or any other MAJOR plot related occurrence, YOU NEED TO MESSAGE THE MAIN FIRST TO ASK FOR APPROVAL. (You will most likely have your plot approved, but we just need to keep track of which major plots are happening on the dash.)

So what can you write a starter about for your characters?

It was busier tonight than most nights but that was thanks to the Full Moon. The band was out and louder. She wasn't sure if it was the moon or her untriggered genes but she just wanted to let lose. Danielle didn't do that very often. So it was best that she was here at Flanigan rather than taking the chance to trigger her werewolf gene. Coming up with a case of  whiskey, she put it in place after she got behind the bar. Nights like this were all nighters for the brunette. Which wasn’t that bad at times. Not unless she was super tired the next day. She wasn’t expecting Eliza in tonight, which meant that the special whiskey stayed under the bar and hidden away. Popping up from under the counter, the  brunette didn’t look up just yet. But assumed someone else needed her help. “What can I get for you?” She asked, finally looking up from grabbing a bottle of whiskey. That was when she noticed it was Eva. The woman from the other night, she couldn’t help but smile. “Hey, what brings you in? Just get off of work to come see little ol’ me?” She joked lightly. “Everything okay? If not we can go somewhere quietly and talk? My apartment upstairs would be the best bet. No one goes up there but me anyways. I mean not unless I’m assuming something is wrong then we are perfectly fine here. And oh god rambling again.” She closed her mouth this way the other woman had a chance to speak.

She had to admit, though, nothing felt better than stretching her legs. Weaving through the trees, the earth beneath her feet, she never felt more free, more at ease. It almost made the whole being cursed part of the curse worth it. Almost.

It was nearing morning and Astrid was feeling more at peace than she had in a long time. A successful full moon was always a personal victory and she was mentally high-fiving herself for keeping her shit together. She didn’t catch the scent-- the unmistakably human scent-- until it was too late. Before the panic had a chance to set in, the shot rang through the otherwise quiet night. She felt the force of the impact to her shoulder blade before the blinding pain settled in. She’d been shot with a silver bullet. Her shrill wailing howl pierced the early morning stillness.

Despite having no idea how she’d done it, Astrid managed to make it back to where she’d stashed her backpack the previous night. She fell weakly to her knees as she shifted back into her human form. She was operating on instinct alone as her teeth chattered and her body trembled and she dressed herself as carefully as she could. Sweat pebbled above her brow as she kept herself moving, kept herself upright, and somehow managed to keep herself from screaming as she made her way to the club where she worked.

The early morning light was beginning to creep above the horizon and she knew she’d find it empty when she got there. She didn’t have much by way of a plan, but as she unlocked the back door to Saints and Sinners, the pieces slowly began to fall into place. Her shirt clung to her where her shoulder bled and she hissed and groaned as she searched through the pockets of the apron she wore for work. She wasn’t even sure she’d find it there until her fingers clasped around a balled up cocktail napkin. On it, she knew she’d find the number to that alpha that had come in to see her on her first day on the job. She figured it was as good a time as any to take him up on that drink.

She passed the liquor on the way to the phone and plucked a bottle from the connection, hissing in pain as she twisted off the top and took a long gulp. She settled weakly into a bar stool and dialed the number into the phone. She could hear the sound of the ringing on the other end, though it seemed far away. Or maybe it was muffled? She squinted as she struggled to listen and realized the phone was no longer ringing. Had he answered? “James?” she asked hoarsely, trying and failing to keep the hiss of pain out of her voice. “Hey, it’s Astrid. Um. Listen. Can you meet me at Saints and Sinners? I’m in trouble. I don’t have anyone else to call.”