i. cool leg Unsurprisingly, Amethyst isn't the most diligent of students, but she doesn't slack off completely – if she dropped out of college she'd have to work out what else she's going to do with her life, and no lecture or homework is more intimidating than that is. For some reason thinking about her long term future is just kind of... weird? Not right? Like something doesn't fit exactly, the same way that trying to think about some stuff from her past just feels kind of wrong sometimes.
Which – whatever. Amethyst isn't a fan of introspection. She probably just feels that way because she's, like, a piece of shit, or something, and that is what it is so she doesn't care. (She cares.) The point is, she could have slept all day today, but instead she's here, loitering in between attending classes.
But ... here's one of those posters again, with its bloody pawprint and its scattering of weird debris. Huh. She leans forward and furtively sniffs it... but while her sense of smell is pretty acute even when it isn't her time to change, she doesn't have a lot of experience with distinguishing a lot of different kinds of smells besides the contents of trash cans. It just smells like old blood. She grimaces a little. Maybe she can ask around at this week's Beast Wrestling meet...
ii. the wrestle hole She hasn't gotten to asking around yet. She's too busy riding the high of exertion and violence, which honestly was exactly what she needed. She's been so on edge this week; whatever it is she keeps seeing out of the corner of her eye but can't seem to catch has, it seems like, just left her with this mounting sense of unease and wrongness. Spending a night just punching people is a welcome relief.
She just pummelled a werecat who thought she'd be easy to beat and she's feeling pretty good about herself. Her tail is hanging out behind her, a little bruised but none the worse for wear, and her teeth are sharp and her round ears are poking out past tied-back hair that's looking a little more white than blonde. The current location for these underground werebeast fights is, as ever, out of the way and not advertised to anyone who doesn't know, which means it's fine to let that kind of thing hang out. Amethyst doesn't run with the Pack, but being here is always kind of a relief for more than just the fighting.
Not that she expects people here to be friendly. Still a little dizzy and exhilarated from the fight, she bumps into someone on her way to grab a bottle of water, and her immediate reaction is to bare her fangs.
"Hey, you tryna start something?"
iii. trash night Some werebeasts' changes are dictated by lunar cycles. For others it depends on weather patterns, or equinoxes. For Amethyst, who is a werepossum, the day she changes into her full beast form is the day in her neighbourhood when the trash gets taken out. And that's tonight, so here she is, a possum the size of a large dog roaming the streets of Portland. Not very glamorous, but it's kind of nice to just trundle around and get into garbage, honestly.
Here are some options for this one: You heard something rooting around in your garbage and went to chase it away but there's this huge awful creature tail up in your trash can with its stubby legs just kind of sticking out the top; You just hit what you think might be a dog with your car or other motor vehicle and now it's playing dead; You were just walking down the street and you saw this thing walking along the top of a fence and you are pretty sure that possums don't come that large but you've made eye contact with it and it's not looking away; OR, WHATEVER YOU LIKE, HONESTLY! I'M EASY
Amethyst | October 1st-4th
Unsurprisingly, Amethyst isn't the most diligent of students, but she doesn't slack off completely – if she dropped out of college she'd have to work out what else she's going to do with her life, and no lecture or homework is more intimidating than that is. For some reason thinking about her long term future is just kind of... weird? Not right? Like something doesn't fit exactly, the same way that trying to think about some stuff from her past just feels kind of wrong sometimes.
Which – whatever. Amethyst isn't a fan of introspection. She probably just feels that way because she's, like, a piece of shit, or something, and that is what it is so she doesn't care. (She cares.) The point is, she could have slept all day today, but instead she's here, loitering in between attending classes.
But ... here's one of those posters again, with its bloody pawprint and its scattering of weird debris. Huh. She leans forward and furtively sniffs it... but while her sense of smell is pretty acute even when it isn't her time to change, she doesn't have a lot of experience with distinguishing a lot of different kinds of smells besides the contents of trash cans. It just smells like old blood. She grimaces a little. Maybe she can ask around at this week's Beast Wrestling meet...
ii. the wrestle hole
She hasn't gotten to asking around yet. She's too busy riding the high of exertion and violence, which honestly was exactly what she needed. She's been so on edge this week; whatever it is she keeps seeing out of the corner of her eye but can't seem to catch has, it seems like, just left her with this mounting sense of unease and wrongness. Spending a night just punching people is a welcome relief.
She just pummelled a werecat who thought she'd be easy to beat and she's feeling pretty good about herself. Her tail is hanging out behind her, a little bruised but none the worse for wear, and her teeth are sharp and her round ears are poking out past tied-back hair that's looking a little more white than blonde. The current location for these underground werebeast fights is, as ever, out of the way and not advertised to anyone who doesn't know, which means it's fine to let that kind of thing hang out. Amethyst doesn't run with the Pack, but being here is always kind of a relief for more than just the fighting.
Not that she expects people here to be friendly. Still a little dizzy and exhilarated from the fight, she bumps into someone on her way to grab a bottle of water, and her immediate reaction is to bare her fangs.
"Hey, you tryna start something?"
iii. trash night
Some werebeasts' changes are dictated by lunar cycles. For others it depends on weather patterns, or equinoxes. For Amethyst, who is a werepossum, the day she changes into her full beast form is the day in her neighbourhood when the trash gets taken out. And that's tonight, so here she is, a possum the size of a large dog roaming the streets of Portland. Not very glamorous, but it's kind of nice to just trundle around and get into garbage, honestly.
Here are some options for this one:
You heard something rooting around in your garbage and went to chase it away but there's this huge awful creature tail up in your trash can with its stubby legs just kind of sticking out the top;
You just hit what you think might be a dog with your car or other motor vehicle and now it's playing dead;
You were just walking down the street and you saw this thing walking along the top of a fence and you are pretty sure that possums don't come that large but you've made eye contact with it and it's not looking away;
OR, WHATEVER YOU LIKE, HONESTLY! I'M EASY