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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.]
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[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.]
⌛ 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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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.
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[ 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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[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.
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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. ]
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[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.
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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.