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Random Event  The Coincidence [ Blood Moon ]    ophelia x etienne
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OPHELIA x ÉTIENNE [ BLOOD MOON ]


Tonight was supposed to be just an ordinary lunar eclipse.

But something’s different this time around. The full moon is already high in the sky.
Clouds shroud it from sight one minute, and the next they’re gone, revealing the moon to
no longer be its usual white light, but rather something much more sinister. As though
bathed in blood, its reddish hue gives off a frightening appearance.

It’s a blood moon.

It's a late night in Eclipse Territory.

The blood moon seems to take them both by surprise. Étienne Blanchard, leader and boss of the Eclipse, is somewhere outside of the confines of the Junkyard. Ophelia Warde, colony leader, is far from Lake Armdale. In any other situation, the two may not have crossed paths. But tonight is different. Tonight, the moon's colored crimson and dark blue shadows become eerie red paths. The Infected have become frenzied, blood crazed and united in hordes, told by their haunting howls that fill the air.

Ophelia stumbles upon one of these hordes, and she is forced to run, lest she become another victim of this night. The hordes' fast and sooner or later they will overtake the colony leader. She may well have faced death had she not, quite literally, ran into Étienne.

Now the two must face the coming horde together, whether they like it or not...


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Posted 10-10-2021, 09:30 PM
Played by Andromeda    11 Posts Ophelia Warde
Ophelia frowned. The trap, a simple tripwire mechanism, had ensnared an Infected by neck, iron jaws locking it into a tree trunk. She inspected the Infected, shook her head, feeling sorry for its eternal damnation of bloodlust hunger.

But something was off about it. Off about today. Her spine shivered, skin tingled, and an autumnal breeze carrying ominous cold forced her to hug her jacket into herself. The way the Infected had died, jaws and eyes agape, like it had stared into horror itself, caused something dark to sink into her stomach.

And then it happened. The night, which had been previously illuminated silver by a full, luminescent moon, fell to darkness. Out of instinct, she unhitched her rifle from her back, and her eyes darted about for any hint of a break, an outline, in the infallible black. The forest went silent around her- the insects, the owls, even the leaves that had rustled with the wind, it all fell to chilling quiet- a silence that the forest had not seen in its thousands of years of life.

Then, everything around her was drenched in red. She clutched the rifle harder, turning her back slowly into a trunk, so as not to leave it open for anything that might leap out at her. It was also as if the entire world had been caught under a red alarm light, and with fright, her eyes glanced up to a crimson-faced moon.

I have to get back to the colony.

Her first mistake was turning. For before her she saw a wall of eyes, even redder than the scarlet undertones of the forest. The chorus of snarls, cacophony of running feet, they were all familiar sounds layered over each other in an unfathomable fashion.

No. It can't be.

She shot once, twice. Two eyes closed, forever, black, only to be replaced by four. So she turned heel and ran. Concern for her colony fought with animal instinct to run from the horde that chased her. She forced her way through trunks, brambles, feeling scratches blossom on her cheeks yet not stopping to touch them, or look behind her. She just ran.

They weren't there before. It was like they'd appeared in the speed of an eyeblink. At first, her path was clear, littered in a carpet of dead and dry leaves. And then she tripped and tumbled to the floor and felt dirt and detritus at her fingertips. Initially she thought it a rock that had hid itself from her vision, but she when she turned, she saw a face looking back at her, illuminated in red. The way it hunched, it stilled, it only stared and did not lunge toward her, she knew it to be a man.

Hastily, she scrambled to her knees. "We gotta go. Now." she hissed. Not knowing who they were, or what their presence here was- only that they both were caught in the same storm.

Tag : Étienne Blanchard
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Posted 10-17-2021, 12:08 PM