A Night on Black Sands [Event]

Shane was never one to turn down a party, especially one that boasted an entire night of alcohol, fireworks, dancing and every other form of partying that he could imagine. He was right in the middle of an incredible serious mission, to hunt down the group of Eldritch mercenaries that taken part in the assault on his family along under the command of the Lumigar Clan patriarch. He had no leads on the man and his two sons, and currently hunting down this thread was the only choice he had left to continue following up. It was partly for revenge, for the dead family and staff left behind by the group of four Eldritch mercenaries, and also to stop the insane Lumigar patriarch from carrying out his equally insane plans.

However, the Draconyte knew when to take a break. His transformation magic had been improved,  allowing him to infiltrate Sinhaven. He had left his Draconyte features visible to all, his horns and tail, but he masked his scent. For anyone that scrutinized they would find it odd, for instead of smelling like an Eldritch, Shane was entirely void of any scent. So far, he hadn’t encountered any troubles but he had been careful all the time.

Tonight? It was an entirely different story. Tonight, he was hoping that with all the merriment going on, he would be able to move around unhindered, eager to experience what Sinhaven had to offer for Moondance. He was hoping that it would contrast the relatively tame and symbolic celebrations of Miriad.

Arriving at the beach where the party was being held, with groups and groups of people having the time of their lives all over, Shane found himself heading towards the huge bonfire that reached into the skies. It was a landmark for sure, and the Draconyte could sense that was where he needed to go. With a huge grin on his face, and a bottle of liquor of unknown origins and properties in hand, something he had snagged up from one of the many stalls selling a variety of them, Shane half walked and half danced with every single group of people he passed by.

He was wearing nothing except a pair of red Bermuda shorts and slippers, casually exposing his toned physique to the world. If this wasn’t the appropriate attire to the party, then he would probably have to go naked. He had kept his tail hidden, or he would have literally swept people off their feet with his erratic movements.

When he finally arrived at the bonfire, Shane grinned widely at the huge pyre. It was either his flame magic resonating with the roaring fire in front of him, or the alcohol had begun to get to him. Either way, he was in high spirits and he joined the group of people dancing around the fire.

And just as he was turning around while grooving, Shane found himself stunned, rooted to the ground while the other dancers just moved around him. Some gave him annoyed looks for being in the way while others just avoided him like a river flowing around a rock.

Shane couldn’t be bothered with all that. His eyes were completely stuck on a particular brunette, groaning as she moved closer to the fire.

For some reason, Shane felt a pang of familiarity to the girl but how could he not remember such a hottie?

[568 words]
[Total WC: 918 / 14000]

Aesthetic:
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Cassidi was anything but a party person, although today was a bit of an exception. The day of the Moondance almost always elicited a child-like wonder within the white-haired hybrid. When she was a kid, she never really got to enjoy festivals or parties like this. In a way, she was making up for the time she lost as a child. Instead of scrounging around for vydergold and quests, she finally had the chance to take things easy occasionally. As she let out a deep sigh, the half-werewolf strolled along the shoreline, appreciating the beauty of the sparkling black sands and colorful bonfires.

Needless to say, Cassi would never humiliate herself by dancing around on her two left feet. However, she had absolutely no problem indulging in various kinds of food presented by the vendors. The werewolf already partook in a couple of blood sausages. Currently, she was eating a delicious grilled fish in her hand. While walking closer to the bonfire, her nose twitched a little as she picked up the scents of the people dancing around the pyre. Having a heightened sense of smell was both a blessing and a curse (as cliché as that sounds, it was pretty true). It was amazing whenever it came to tracking someone (or, in her case, enjoying the smells of tasty food being offered at the festival). Yet, it can sometimes be cumbersome to be bombarded with many scents.

Rather than joining in on the exuberant dancing, Cassidi remained on the sidelines as she people-watched. Calmly chewing on her cooked seafood, a person could see that the white-haired woman sported on a loose cropped white shirt, black board shorts, and a pair of simple flip-flops. While she observed the bonfire, Cassi hummed along with the lively music, relishing the food and the high-spirited atmosphere.

The Aesthetic:

"I got sand in my voidcursed shoes," swore a foul-tempered male voice from the crowd nearby. Was he wearing sandals? No. Beachwear of any type? Where you high? Sage would rather be dead than be caught without a shirt on. He was one of the few dressed fully, though not in his usual ornate, big-hat garb. Instead he was trying to look like he didn't care, his top half being swallowed by an oversized gray shirt and black hoodie left unzipped. For whatever reason, the young man favored little shorts that stretched just above the knee, leaving a small patch of pale leg skin visible before black kneesocks took up the slack and ran into black sneakers. A studded choker, necklaces, a dangly earring, and rings finished off whatever this look was he was going for. It'd been a long time since he dressed 'normally', and tonight seemed as good a night as ever for it.

Even if it wasn't really his scene, he was a witch. And it was encoded into witch DNA to love a good party, and his DNA was very witchy. He was part of a legacy, even if his old man was the literal worst. Legendary Gwydion witch blood pulsed through his veins! Who was he to say no to the draw? Sage had surely earned it. It was dark, a lot of food was free-- especially if you caught it yourself-- and he was already here. Maybe it'd be good for business. Drunk people were terrible with vigs, and horny to boot. The thought had him rubbing his hands together as he weaved through the gross, half-naked peasants without letting them touch him, though the thoughtless action very nearly costed him his catch.

On a string slung over his shoulder was a decent sized striped fish with glowing red eyes, spikes pulsating as it slowly died. He wasn't the best fisher, but it was free and the heart inside its slippery meat was an ingredient for a potion he'd be making shortly. But first, he needed to cook and eat it, and the bonfire seemed the perfect place to get a nice char. As his hands fumbled with the string, he came upon some tanned chick in a white shirt and black shorts in his trajectory. "Watch it!" he snapped, the fish swinging around and probably slapping her if she didn't move. Even if it did, he didn't stop.

Sage marched straight to the pyre, snooping around for an unburnt piece of kindling to use as a roasting stick. Wasting no time skewering his dinner, shrewd blue eyes peered around at those close to him. Some blond, drunk himbo and... "You," he said, squinting at the brunette he was standing closest to. Normally he wouldn't have bothered to speak, but something nagged the back of his brain. "You don't look like the kind of company I keep. Why do you look familiar?" he asked, giving her a once over with mild disgust. Perhaps he'd sold her a potion to ward off a contracted case of Nethermange? A love potion? No, this seemed more than just a random customer...

Screw Beachwear:

[wc: 524 || total: 1746/14000]

Shane made a wry smile when the girl he had been gawking at gave him a venomous gaze as well as a scathing remark. He took in a deep breath and blew it out through his nose before smiling again.

“I definitely deserved that,” Shane mumbled to himself as he thought of how much of an idiot he was and took a swig out of the brown bottle he held by the neck. It was a messy mouthful, some of the alcohol trickling down from the corner of his mouth and down his neck.

A satisfied sigh left his mouth when he finally pulled the bottle away. He had grabbed a full bottle from wherever he had taken the liquor earlier, and there was still a good three-quarter of the liquid in it even after his generous gulps each time.

Knowing that he had made a fool of himself, Shane was about to turn around and leave but the sudden arrival of a dark-haired person of uncertain gender, dressed in a winning outfit if the theme of the party was “gloomy and creepy”. The world was constantly changing, and sometimes Shane found himself unable to discern the genders of certain people from just their appearance alone.

The Draconyte-in-disguise raised one eyebrow at the sight, at the one-line verbal sparring between the two before the two split ways. And when the brunette walked towards the huge pyre, and just sat down on the black sand, her figure struck Shane as melancholic. The lack of energy in the girl amidst a sea of party-goers drunk on alcohol, food and music made her stood out very much like a sore thumb.

And for some unknown reason, Shane found himself walking towards the girl that had snapped at him earlier and quietly sat down on the sand beside her. He made sure to maintain at least half a person’s width of distance between the two of them, not wanting to give her the wrong idea.

“I’m sorry about staring earlier,” Shane spoke up first without looking at the girl, his eyes trained on the fire. The left hand holding the bottle of liquor was raised up to his lips again and with another great mouthful down his throat, Shane let out another satisfied sigh. He used the back of his right hand to wipe his mouth, while holding his left hand out to the girl.

“You look like you could use a drink. I don’t know what is in this, but I gotta say the kick from it is amazing,” Shane casually remarked as he looked at the girl.

[435 words]
[Total WC: 2552 / 14000]
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