sugar song and bitter step (Catch-All)

[veratrum]

A. Bring On the Night
Well, a month of moping and drinking some tiny-ass seer wasn’t something someone could do all the time, so as September passes, Liam becomes a more...active hunter. He isn’t content to stay in Islington grounds, either...he strays willingly into Hillingdon’s territory, some nights, and into the pack’s, on others. The kills are always on the nests’ lands, of course, but they are rare--one or two the entire month, if that. He frequents the clubs and bars, feeding on those too high or drunk to really accurately recall what’s happened to them if he doesn’t bother wiping their memories.

He’s not really hard to find when he’s hunting, either--this one’s always humming something, an old sea shanty. Something about sirens, appropriately.



B. September 26th-28th: Blood Moon (on the rise)
There’s nothing better than the thrill of a true hunt. Liam hated the war after he was turned, hated the chaos and the mayhem and the mess, but oh, there was nothing like that thrill. He hunts in Greenwich now, and even when he doesn’t need to feed he haunts the streets, practically dancing down the stones, singing tunes and laughing as the moon swells in size.

Oh, it’s going to be a good time.



C. There’s no fucking way this is in your tea leaves (Closed to Aleks)
You’d think it’d be easy to find someone when you’re a seer, but that doesn’t turn out to be true. Liam’s in a mood tonight, so he’s just left a litter of notes, eventually leading up to the roof...after sending anyone after him in a circuit throughout the entire house. Twice.

He’s simply watching the stars though...hair completely loose, making him resemble an unshorn sheep more than anything truly majestic. This is what happens when you don’t cut your hair in a century, kids. Either way, he’s there, and he’s waiting.


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