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⌛ Who: Zhongli & Open!
⌛ What: October event
⌛ When: 15th-31st
⌛ Where: Western Kingdoms. Kyoto and Nara.
⌛ Warnings: Smut, Violence, Xenophilia, Npc mauling, Ex-Archon ass


I. Monster Mash
[Zhongli had intended to stay indoors as the curfew dictated, but of course it was not going to be that easy. Childe was... a restless sort, and it only takes a few days for him to escape his watch.
Zhongli had no time to make a mask what with his childesitting, so he would have to brave the night and it's effects.

The change comes over him slowly at first. Scales creep up his arms, and he grimaces at the feeling of being forced to change shape without willing it. It is... an unwelcome sensation.

Ultimately, he's in the middle of a city street when his kimono rips at the seams, a tail lashing itself free from the confines, claws ripping through his sleeves. Small Cor Lapis colored spines even rip through the top half of his kimono, leaving him in utter disarray and tattered clothing, beautiful but utterly inhuman looking.

...Ah, this is the trouble with involuntarily changing forms. He lets out a sigh, hand coming up to press to his forehead in irritation.]

Truly, I should have expected this.

[...Someone should probably point out his entire ass is out there on display thanks to that tail ripping his clothes. Or enjoy the view. Either/or really.]

II. Consuming Darkness
[As things get more frenzied at night, Zhongli's temperament changes... as does his form.

How much it is the moon's influence shaping his form is up in the air, but it will be fairly easy to spot the giant dragon, even at night: Those amber eyes glow, even as the stars begin to fade from the sky. So do the spine-like scales running along his back, for that matter.

He tends to linger in places where the people he cares for most congregate, watching the world below from atop a roof or, if in Nara, curled in one of the giant trees. Most yokai are smart enough to avoid him if looking for an easy meal, but he knew others were not so lucky.

Which is why, if someone is in the process of getting accosted by a yokai looking to feed on their flesh--in all manners--it is possible a large dragon head might reach down to pluck them from the street below with a careful grip on their clothing, tucking them into his coils with a deep rumbling assurance.]

You are safe here.

[The same might happen if someone he knows is looking frenzied themselves. It is very hard to pierce his scales, and he can be patient.]

III. Consuming darkness (2) - Violence, gore, slight vore
[Of course, even in this form the moon has it's ways. Closer to the last few days, Zhongli's patience with attacks on those he considers under his protection wears thin.

So when he sees a familiar face being attacked, the sight of blood makes him see red in more than one way. This time, instead of removing his companion from the situation, he takes it one step further.

The yokai's screams ring through the streets as Zhongli's head shoots out, teeth snapping around them to rend flesh and bone. His voice echoes in the air, a fierce growl.]

You will cease.

[Blood stains his maw and mane, but he cares not.]

Wildcard
[Got a scenario you want to play out but don't see it here? Hit me up to plot here!. And yes, the full dragon form is available for smut.]

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[acutabove]

[ At around the last few days' mark, when the violence and carnage in the streets grows to a fever pitch, Childe becomes more and more careless with his forays into the city proper and all the battles he throws himself into. The scent of blood and gore is a constant on his person, staining his clothes - most of which have become ripped and torn from tooth and claw, but that's fine because he's had worse and what are a few minor cuts in the face of everything else? - and he becomes something of a beacon to attract more and more herds of them as the weeks and nights progress.

He has dispatched a good number of them by this point by the time their last companion shows up. Judging from the reaction, the angry growls and animalistic cries of rage, they were quite close. Lost as he is this does nothing aside from appeal to his darker nature, and the Hydro blade in hand he has smeared with the residue of his companion's entrails is brought to his mouth for a taste. The hunger in these last few days is unlike anything he's ever experience before and, warrior that he is, Childe finds it harder and harder to resist. But he always manages to stop just short of actually consuming flesh though he imagines the blood isn't much better.

The yokai stands on the opposite side of him on their battleground, teeth and claw bared. Childe is ready; his fox tail has bristled, whipping back and forth angrily, the grin on his face all teeth. He lunges, the yokai lunges in return -

- but the impact does not come. Instead - instead, Childe's eyes widen, flecking with gold at the familiar sight of a monstrous dragon head shooting out from his perch and effortlessly seizing his opponent in his great maw. There's a sickening crunch and a cacophany of screams and sobs as the monster is effortlessly torn to shreds, blood splattering along the ground and over Childe's stunned expression.

He knows that dragon. He knows it very well. ]

Zhongli--! [ Comes the cry, overjoyed and breathless and euphoric all at the same time. ]

Zhongli, what are you doing here?

[ Behind him, the fox tail vibrates and flicks before it sets off on a path of violent wagging. ]

[negeotiation]

[Childe's careless forays into the city over the past weeks is probably a good part of why Zhongli is frustrated, though there is more the moon's influence to blame. His little fox... always seeking trouble and a thrill. It was endearing as much as it was aggravating, and he watches for some time as Childe fights enemy after enemy.

But he would rather remove the danger altogether, than risk Childe tiring himself so much he does make a slip.

In truth, there is no denying that the taste of blood on his lips satiates some deeper, darker urges that have been building all the while. He licks his lips with his long, draconic tongue, but ultimately drops the mangled mass of flesh and bone from his jaws after a moment. There was no pleasure to be gained from such an unrefined meal, he reasons.

No, what he'd rather bask in was Childe's voice, breathless and joyous. The way his tail wagged like an excited puppy, those beautiful gold flecks in his eyes--

He can't resist lowering his snout to nudge at Childe lightly, bloodied maw and all.]

Watching you, of course. You are quite a sight when you throw yourself into battle.

[acutabove]

Not any more so than you. [ He hums, tail wagging all the faster. Disregarding the blood caking Zhongli's lovely scales, Childe will find an unblemished, unstained patch of dragonhide and press his lips against the cool texture of it. The last time he'd seen Zhongli in this form had been when the Exuvia lay dead in a pile of the offerings that had been made to Rex Lapis, and then again at the battle with Aether in the Golden House. ]

Have you been waiting here long? You look so pretty, Zhongli... I'd love to see you in action more.

[ The kisses shift into a bunting against Zhongli's draconic head, a deep rumble of affection vibrating in Childe's throat. It's not exactly a purr, but it's definitely pretty close to it. For all that Childe was normally reserved and kept his affections to himself, he makes no secret of how enamored he is with this giant dragon-thing prowling in the shadows of the city. ]

Do you wanna fight me like that? Don't think I'll fall so easily, even to a dragon.

[negeotiation]

[There is something utterly endearing about how Childe reacts, right now. It makes him wish he had hands capable of ruffling his hair, stroking that tail-- Alas. Trying his mettle against the magic laying over the entire city just to pet his lover would be... unwise.]

I am glad you find this form pleasing. And I must say the feeling is mutual at the moment. Your current form suits you well.

[He offers a soft sound in response, something like a growl but closer to a puff of breath-- or a huff of affection, something he's heard from Zhongli more than enough times to recognize. Zhongli bunts Childe gently in return... 'gently' for a dragon, which might knock even Childe to stumbling.]

Unfortunately, fighting me in this form would be terribly unwise, not simply for you but for the city itself. And I do not think the people would appreciate me destroying their homes.

[This is the Archon who created Guyun Stone Forest... before he even had a gnosis.]

[acutabove]

That sounds like quitter's talk to me.

[ But he's teasing, of course, and it's easy enough to tell how much he likes the compliment by the fact that his tail floofs and vibrates in pleasure before wagging fast enough to break the sound barrier. For all that Childe might try and hide his affections for Zhongli, his extra limbs have no such qualms. ]

You're such a charmer. Did you come all this way out here just to watch me fight and to compliment me? You know you could do that any old time, right?

[ Without the added benefit of being coated in yokai blood. But he'd be lying if he said Zhongli wasn't appealing in this way, as evidenced by Childe just. Sniffing all up on his cheek, and then laving the flat of his tongue over his scales to lick him clean. ]

[negeotiation]

[Does Childe realize how endearing he looks like this? Probably not, but that won't stop Zhongli from appreciating the sight.]

Hm, I do not believe there is 'any old' about anything you do. I enjoy watching you. The skill and emotion with which you fight is captivating to a point of being a work of art in itself.

[Those little licks against his cheek spark... something in his chest. An urge to have Childe closer, perhaps. It's because of that that Zhongli slides his tail downward, securing the fluffy end around Childe's waist even as he nuzzles him briefly.]

Hold on for a moment.

[That's all the warning Childe gets before Zhongli is grasping the back of his shirt with his teeth, carefully lifting him up into the air with the full intention of tucking him within his coils.]

[acutabove]

[ Childe’s tail wags even faster at the compliments and praise, and while at first he doesn’t notice the tail curling around him it’s hard to ignore being lifted up and pulled into a bunch of dragon coils.

He relaxes for all of two seconds before he starts wriggling, pushing at the cold, scaly limbs with a laugh. ]

Zhongli, you’re so cold!!

[ the struggling is very much halfhearted, however, and in no time he’s settling down and bunting the top of his head and ears against the massive dragon. He’s relaxing by degrees, his fingers and hands gently smoothing over brown and gold scales as his gaze turns to the sky. ]

The moon is beautiful tonight.

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[In response to that wiggling and laughter, Zhongli just curls a little tighter, nuzzling Childe affectionately before that long, draconic tongue comes out to lick some of the blood from Childe's face with another affectionate huff.]

And here I thought that was your preference.

[As Childe settles down so does Zhongli, at least in the approximation of how he does in this form. His body curls around Childe gently in a very strange sort of sprawling hug. There's a rumbling growl emanating from his chest that sounds more like a purr than anything else.]

Hmm.. there is no moon to be seen, Childe. [There's amusement in his tone.] But I can very much agree that what I see before me is beautiful.

[acutabove]

You’re awfully sassy for an overgrown lizard, you know.

[ but there’s no mistaking the fondness in his tone, the way he settles himself and tucks into the coils - after a bit of adjusting, of course - enough so that to anyone looking only the tips of his ears would be visible. The licking is met with a soft noise that’s not unlike a pleased chirr, and he turns his head in turn to snap teeth playfully at Zhongli’s long tongue before he can pull it away completely. ]

Unsurprisingly, you’ve missed the point. [ is he bummed out he missed the chance to either tease or fluster the other man? Perhaps. It’s probably the strangest game of chicken he’s played yet, especially since it’s gone in for so long unspoken. But that’s fine, he’s feeling a little adventurous tonight. ]

Have you seen anything juicy? The only people out at this hour are the ones that are out looking for a good time.

[ He notices just then that his hands are a little dirty and smeared in blood, so he proceeds to lick and chew them clean, just like an animal. If Zhongli is looking he’ll probably be able to see the nick on his cheek from blade or claw and the nick in his ear from a similar weapon. ]

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'Sassy' is not a word I have been called in this form before. Neither has lizard, for obvious reasons.

[He chuckles as he bumps Childe's nose with his snout in response to that playful snapping, amused by the antics more than anything. He's not concerned about injuries-- his hide is very thick, though his tongue is softer.]

As for the point, I do believe it's right here in front of me.

[He tucks the fluffy end of his tail over Childe's front, much like a blanket, before returning to inspecting him for wounds. He 'hms' in mild annoyance at the cut before setting about cleaning it... with his tongue, as well as a bit of Tsuchi magic sinking into Childe's skin, if it works. Hm.]

By 'juicy' do you mean risqué, or violent? Because I was rather surprised to see that many individuals engaging in sexual acts in the middle of the street at once, actually.

[The tip of his tail tickles the underside of Childe's chin-- almost like a chinscritch, if it was done with fluff.] But you would be the highlight of my evening.

[acutabove]

Obvious reasons being that your people were too busy falling to their knees in obvious worship? [ To the other comments about being the “highlight of his evening” he doesn’t say anything, however Zhongli can probably pick up on the way his pupils dilate a little, how the flecks of gold in them deepen as a patch of golden scales shimmer into existence on his face.

It’s a little heady, knowing that Zhongli could easily snap him in two like this or simply devour him alive if he wants. The prospect of death at his lover’s hands is both a morbid indulgence and also a macabre curiosity.

His now-clean hands come up to thread and fluffy up the end of his puffy tail, and without missing a beat he bunts at his nose in return, though this time with a wondering hum. ]

I wouldn’t mind falling to my knees either for entirely different reasons. In the mood of the festivities, and all.

[ translation: he’d be down for a fuck, sure. ]

[negeotiation]

Hm... it would have been considered rather akin to blasphemy to call Rex Lapis a 'lizard' by most people in Liyue.

[Zhongli can't help but admire the the gold flecks in Childe's eyes, something both avaricious and utterly fond curling in his chest to see that patch of gold scales. He doesn't realize there's a patch in a familiar shade of blue spreading over his chest, right about where his heart would be.

His tail curls around Childe's hands, eager for touch, and there's a soft, low growl escaping the dragon's maw at the offering... because that was what it was, in a way. The thought thrilled him to his core, sparked something visceral and exciting at even the potential of what Childe offered.]

Would you let me have you in this form? I would devour you in the most exquisite of ways.

[acutabove]

[ he's such a pretty dragon. even prettier now than he was laying dead on the ground in the middle of Liyue, but then again he supposed that that had just been a shell of the former Archon by then. going off all the hearsay and the stories he managed to catch every so often, he knows that Zhongli can get bigger and he wonders idly if that's something that's tied to his power or not.

again, Childe bunts his head against the dragon's snout, rubbing his cheek over him affectionately. he's not... actually sure where a dragon's parts are (and besides that, Zhongli's probably too polite to let it all hang out for everyone to see, no matter the circumstances), so he forgoes grinding against him for the moment. lips find a smooth patch of unkissed, scaled hide and he presses a kiss there before lapping at a smear of drying blood he'd missed earlier. ]

I'd let you have whatever you want, xiansheng. I want everything. Every part of you, every form. I want it all.

Won't you give it to me? I'll be sure to give you something equal in exchange. In the spirit of equivalent exchange, and all.