open/closed : hello, i'm here, i'm living in the wall

[brushoff]

Who: Dorian Gray & others
What: Dorian is manic, murdery, and hungy. Thanks, Darkwalker!
When: February and onwards
Where: Milton

Content Warnings: NPC death, violence, body horror, general Wormy warnings

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for raylan

[brushoff]

Frankly, Dorian has stopped caring.

If this is going to be the end of all things, if this is going to be the apocalypse, then he might as well get on the winning side. Because truthfully, Dorian's a coward. He's died before, he doesn't want to do it again. If he can convince the Darkwalker otherwise, if he can get on this thing's good side well enough to let him be left alone or sent home or whatever the fuck the beast can do, it's worth a shot. Because the alternative? It's not happening.

The alternative is starving. Dorian is so hungry. And the only thing that might mitigate it is feeding.

So, Dorian's got his hand against the mouth of one of his fellow Interlopers as he's pushed her against a wall, hidden around the back of one of the houses. It's easy enough for him to do this. All he needs to do is hold on long enough, drain the essence from her, finally feel satiated for the first time in a while.

Beneath his hand, the woman that Dorian's got pinned against a wall lets out a muffled scream. "There's really no use putting up a fuss," Dorian hisses, under his breath. "And you should be thanking me. You're going to die before everyone else here does."

That is going to be proven very wrong, very shortly. As Dorian's hiding spot isn't exactly as secluded as he thinks and will very soon be in Raylan's eyesight.

[tinstar]

After his last little 'adventure' under the influence of this place, Raylan hadn't dared go too far into the forest to greet whatever was causing the low of his stomach to knot itself every time he thought about the trees. Every time he thought about what waited for him out there. Madness. Monstrosity. A power that would consume him. Was consuming him, every time he dared shift onto all fours. No, Milton and it's streets, however populated, was safer.

No one had so much as pipped at him about his own bloodletting and instead of being grateful, Raylan was bitter about the hypocrisy. Bitter about his own inability to stay on his side of the line, the self-perceived weakness mixing with his fear to make a dangerous cocktail of an already angry man who was currently in the middle of resenting almost everything. Everything except Tim and Goose, that was. The unfortunate result of that was that Raylan was looking for some kind of outlet. Something that would let him vent and take the edge off.

Ears and eyes sharper for his wolfing ability, the shuffle of feet and bodies and muffled scream led his attention as he and his snow grinding step bring Dorian and his prey into view. Raylan's vision narrowed down to a pinhole and his long legs quickened - he knew what Dorian was or, no. He knew the power that Dorian had and while his promise to Chloe hadn't been forgotten, he hadn't yet considered how her being gone might hold him to protect the man he was about to punch.

It didn't slow his hands in the rough grab of Dorian's shirt - Collar if he hasn't turned around much, fist full of chest or shoulder; anything would work to haul him back with a snarl of words. Raylan might not be as strong as he once was, but he wasn't lean for nothing.

"Get the hell off her." He was fully ready to fight, if Dorian decided to scrap or be an asshole...

.. The latter was almost promised.

for kostya

[brushoff]

Dorian's Darkwalker-induced mania is running the show.

At the moment, he's nothing but intense energy as he makes his way to Kostya's cute little homestead. Dorian's humming something to himself that the good cosmonaut may or may not recognize as an Adam and the Ants song. He's got a thick coat on, holds a cooler at his side, and hasn't done as good a job getting the blood out from underneath his fingernails as he thinks.

Dorian is hardly subtle as he makes his way to the other man's cabin. And why should he be? Subtlety is for people who are scared and terrified. And right now? Dorian feels on top of the world. So he cheerfully calls out, in a sing-song voice, not knowing if the man is even home or not, "Kostya! I've brought you a present!"

You see, he's a good friend. Someone who absolutely would be boyfriend material. He's taking care of Kostya's weird worm-eel-slug thing by bringing him a brain in a cooler, he's just so nice like that!