[Baptiste stirs only to find the side of his face pressed into something slick and viscous. An earthen scent clings to air that is thick and humid. As his eyes attempt to adjust to the dark, the hunter finds himself quietly questioning just where he has ended up. It isn’t until a warm, squirming appendage slides under his abdomen that his mind snaps back to alert.

He’d been trying to tail some of the more monstrous guests to corral them back to the Vale when he found something decidedly more uppity than himself. A burst of flame had done nothing but irritate the beast and caused him a good knock upside the head. It's a blow his skull recalls with a dull ache.

As Baptiste prepares to reach and pry the sticky tentacle that stretches and curls around his lower back - his hand is met with another tentacle that quickly pins it back to the ground - leaving him with a fist full of heated slime. Another wraps at his neck - firm but not smothering - intent on keeping his head close to the ground.

As the lonely creature shifts and adjusts its new catch - it has not forgotten about you. Have you just woken up? Have you been conscious longer? Regardless, as your eyes adjust you’ll find you’re not alone in this mess. As Baptiste’s eyes will flicker over to you at first in confusion and then in a slow, dawning realization as he catches just how these tendrils have made its home on the other guest that has been pulled into this nest.]

Ah. [Said in a bemused tone, as if he were questioning an item you ordered during dinner rather than the positions you’ve currently found yourselves in.]

[Having committed to capturing those that were transformed by the moon, is it any wonder the steady exposure to the moon’s magnificent rays would have the sense to leave a hunter untouched?

Baptiste should’ve known - yet the moon’s beautiful gleam has transfixed his gaze over the past several minutes. It’s cool light drags its welcome lips over exposed flesh as the hunter’s thoughts slow to a crawl. Its beams beckon a tingling satisfaction that spreads beneath his flesh. A sensation that starts off faint and inviting before it slowly grows to a strange buzz that seems to set off a deep spark in his very nerves.

Feathers spread under flesh before growing and slowly pricking out of his flesh - replacing human ears with a feathered base that lifts up into two upright, feathery ears. Tufts of golden feathers make themselves visible elsewhere too: at his chest, his forearms, and his neck. Small, laughably useless wings sprout from his back - flapping as they stretch from their ‘escaped’ fleshy prison. His fingers elongate to give way to darkened, sharp talons. Yet his bipedal bottom half finds itself considerably more… furry. A similar tanned gold fur sprouts as feet give way to large paws. A lion’s tail gives an inquisitive sway after growing up and out of what remains of Baptiste’s pants.

The shifting of his own body at first causes him a flooding nausea as his mind can’t seem to follow a shifting, growing nervous system. Yet swimming thoughts settle…

And immediately his thoughts are replaced with the recognition of a need. Warmth. Touch.

S o whether you witnessed his moonlight transformation or you were simply cutting through the lobby to get to another place within the resort - this man will come stumbling your way. A stumble because… initially he had attempted to bound towards you - but the paws of his feet are much larger than anticipated, making the showman much less graceful for the next few minutes while he struggles to adjust to this new change.

However embarrassing his stumble, when he looks at you - he wears a smile of warmth as if he were ready to hang the moon itself for you. Eager to please. Eager for praise. Eager for touch.

Taloned hands gently rest upon this guest’s shoulders as he speaks quickly, hopefully.]

You have time for me, right?

[Given that the resort had so kindly blown his cover on the whole “monster hunter” thing to most of those he knew, Baptiste has to wonder if this new job offer is an olive branch of sorts. Or, it’s simply a taunt (in the ‘ha ha, now all your monster friends know what you are, just like the resort always knew’ sort of way.) Regardless he takes down one of the bulletins that calls for a man of his skillset and deftly folds the paper up to stash it away in the breast pocket of his red coat…

But not before seeing the bonus offered to any monster hunter that manages to fuck any quarries along the way.

Never a man to turn down a challenge - this settles in his mind as he takes to patrolling through the resort to find one of the resort guests currently suffering through their transformation. Whether it be following tracks through the halls of a monster just trying to lay low, stumbling upon a newly transformed creature that is currently in the middle of a flaring diamonds suit, or catching a beast trying to pretend as if everything is normal - the approach is generally the same.

A quick, two note whistle and a wink.]

You’re in need of a little intervention here, huh? [The amusement in his eyes says that he is about two seconds away from attempting to ‘sksksksksk’ whatever beast he’s found.]

[There is a new twist of cruelty involved with this transformation. After having devoted his life to the hunting of vampires - he now finds himself swallowed up by their rank. Not through the rampant siring that seems to be blossoming from the depths of Smoked Egg, but a ‘gift’ from the moonlight that fills the lobby of the resort.

Even so, the members of the coven didn’t question how Baptiste had become a vampire - simply accepted him as one of their own. A warm, sultry greeting from one damned creature to another - and a situation that has the vampire hunter beside himself.

… So, Baptiste is determined to make the best out of a losing situation. He’s stayed at the Smoked Egg in hopes of curbing some of the more rampant siring and bonding going on between these hedonistic coven members and any wayward guest that wanders in.

Which is how he’s found his way to you. Wonderfully, warm you. He settles down at the low table upon dark, velvet pillows to your side. For a moment, his gaze flickers upward to a couple currently in the throes of passion for all to see before his eyes drop back down to gauge the wits of the guest he’s come upon.

Unfortunately, he also picks up on just how warm this living guest is as well. Something his own veins yearn for. The hunger that sifts beneath his very flesh settles like splintered ice. He doesn’t need to breathe, yet his chest sucks in a purposeful breath anyway.

A distraction. He needs a distraction.]

Is this everything you were hoping for then? Or did you come here looking for something else?

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