TDM 011

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【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.

We are thrilled to announce that the Golden Peacock will be embracing autumn with a special outing. Current and new guests are invited to join us for a refreshing outdoor experience where participants can unplug, unwind, and connect with nature. During this time, all Watches will be disabled to the most basic functions (texting, calls, checking chip account) in order to encourage guests to disconnect.

Please look forward to two weeks of finding yourself amongst the trees. We hope you enjoy your stay, and have a fan-CAMP-stic time. 】

CAMPING

GETTING OFF THE GRID

As the resort moves into what it claims is autumn, the days grow shorter. The projected sun in the Vale sets in the afternoon, after which a faint chill falls. Then there’s the most excessive transformation of all – a portion of the Vale has transformed into a campground complete with a scenic lake, seemingly overnight. Statues nearby have been dressed up with flannel jackets and suspenders. Folksy banjo fills the air without any discernible source.

A section of the campgrounds have been reserved for tents. These tents vary in size, shape, and supplies. All tents, regardless of quality, are supplied with sex toys and lube. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — pretending to live in the wilderness and 'rough it' for a while is thrilling. This is what the peasants feel like all the time!

NOT ALL TENTS ARE EQUAL

► High-rank guests are allocated spacious and luxurious tents. These elaborate mini-homes come with TVs, beds, heaters, and plenty of supplies. Provided camping gear is high quality, ranging from state of the art flashlights to designer backpacks. It can't quite be considered roughing it in these tents, but glamping is camping too!

► Mid-rank guests are allocated moderate tents that comfortably fit up to three guests. These tents come with cots or sleeping bags, as well as standard camping gear to make their time living off the land fairly comfortable. While these tents lack the bells and whistles of the high-rank accommodations, they are more than enough for a comfortable but realistic camping experience.

► Low-rank guests are allocated the shabbiest tents. These sagging accommodations can shield one guest comfortably, but that doesn't stop staff from pairing low-ranking guests together in order to save space. Their 'sleeping bags' are a single blanket and hay bale pillow. There are no other included amenities aside from sex toys and a single lantern.

► Last but certainly not least: our Wildcards! All Wildcards have been randomly assigned. Whether they end up in a glamping tent or sleeping beneath a propped up sheet is left to chance. Wildcards also may find themselves waking up beside a current guest or another new arrival.

► Guests that "go camping" will discover that the door connecting the Vale to the rest of the resort has mysteriously vanished. Uh oh! Looks like there's no going back to the comfortable life anytime soon. Don't worry, the door will return when it's time to pack up and head home.

LET'S GET CRAFTY

► New characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are flannel gingham to embrace camping and autumn aesthetic. Some of these robes are much shorter than others; watch out that the lake breeze doesn’t reveal more than you wanted.

► Unlike the standard, there are no racks of clothes waiting for new arrivals outside of their tents. You're roughing it out in the woods, remember? Instead of clothing, Wildcards will find an assortment of raw materials to make clothes.

Fabric rolls, hemp, buckets of leaves, leather, and other assorted goods are waiting to be cobbled into something new. The staff have been kind enough to leave some small hunting knives and wooden needles to make crafting a bit easier. Of course, they won't stop anyone that wants to embrace the wild side and strut around naked.

HOME ON THE RANGE

Welcome to the Peacock Campgrounds! Nicknamed the Stomping Grounds by long-standing guests. Rustic and right off a sparkling lake, guests will find everything they need to live in the wilderness. Staff have expertly set up fire pits, benches, hammocks, and a wooden shed to act as a tool depository. There's even an outhouse, which is a real novelty to many of the long-standing guests. Do they just... squat over that hole and do their business? How wild!

Unlike previous resort-sponsored excursions, guests are expected to manage without the help of staff. That pile of wood won't be replenished once used; guests will have to go chop down trees and split their own. Food won't magically appear in their tents regardless of rank. Camping is all about living off the land. Though staff make themselves scarce to make the experience feel real, they lurk in the shadows, discreetly providing necessary tools and fixing broken equipment so guests won't struggle too much. It isn't fun if it's real hardship, after all!

DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO COOK?

► On the first camp morning, guests will find barrels of ingredients and cooking utensils left beside the central fire pit. These barrels are stocked with fruits and vegetables that won't spoil quickly, many of which are seasonal to autumn. They have also been left a few protein options like eggs, jerky, and canned ham. These ingredients are communal and limited. Once they run out, guests will have to hunt and gather in the Vale to collect more.

► Guests must prepare their own meals while camping. Not even the high-ranks are given any special treatment on this! While oil and firestarter are included in the initial supply, these too are limited and won't be replenished after use.

► Staff would never let their precious guests go without a sweet treat. A generous supply of hot cocoa and all the fixings for s'mores has been left behind as well. While none of the other food will be replenished, the hot cocoa and s'mores goodies seemingly never run out. A night around a campfire without roasting marshmallows or sipping cocoa would be too cruel to subject guests to.

SUPPLIES RUNNING LOW

► Guests will have to hunt and gather once ingredients dwindle if they want to eat. The wooden shed is home to a selection of tools that can be used to hunt: bows and arrows, hatchets, axes, fishing poles and line, etc. All tools are rudimentary and can break if not taken care of.

► The Vale is lush with wild fruits and vegetables. However, much like in reality, not all vegetation in the Vale is safe to eat. While some berries and mushrooms are consumable, others are toxic or psychedelics. One must also not forget that they're in the Golden Peacock: some unusual plants that grow in the vale may trigger arousal. Watch out that you don't eat something funky by accident!

► Before 'leaving', staff will explain that guests can fish or hunt small game running throughout the Vale. One particularly enthusiastic staff member will suggest guests track down the snoggleboffs, as they're extremely delicious after roasting on an open fire.

ACTIVITIES

TWO WEEKS OF ROUGHING IT

Camping can't be all about survival. Where's the fun in that? Before 'leaving', the staff arrange activities and events for guests to enjoy. A wooden bulletin board outlines times for group hikes, camping experiences, and wilderness delights. Adirondack chairs line the edge of the lake and a few tire swings hang over the water, tied to strong tree branches. For the first week and a half the weather is pleasant and sunny. Perfect for camping.

At night, acoustic guitars and other wooden instruments come out so that guests can make music around the bonfire. Projected stars dapple the night sky, forming various constellations sourced from guest worlds. The moon enters a different phase each night, shining a gentle silver across the campgrounds. Why not pull your sweetheart in and cuddle beneath the night sky? It's so romantic.

IN CAMP

► Guests that don't want a cold shower should make their way over to the shower stalls quickly. These outdoor showers hold very little hot water and run cold after about five minutes. First-come first-serve!

► A wood-chopping competition begins around lunchtime. There are two goals: to split as much wood as possible and looking sexy while doing it. Guests that chop wood unsexily immediately fail! Alternatively, sexiness with a pathetic number of chunks is more acceptable, but still a loss. Those that achieve both goals will instantly win a large payout. Failing to sexily cut wood won’t have any penalties associated with it, and you can always try again tomorrow!

► Bear hunting is a popular activity that even the spoiled long-standing guests are getting in on! No, not hunting real bears. That would be insane. Peacock's version of bear hunting involves hunting down bear-like guests and capturing them! Any guest that fits the criteria of big, thick, and strong may potentially be assigned the role of bear. Hunters who manage to tie up, handcuff, net, or otherwise 'capture' a 'bear' will instantly receive a large payout.

THE LAKE

► This sparkling lake is rich with fish. Enjoy sitting back on the long pier with a fishing rod or take one of the wooden boats out for a row around the lake. It's also safe to swim in, for guests that would like to take a dip and rinse off the sweat of camp living! Don't mind the random swim trunks or drink umbrellas that pop up now and then. This water is definitely fresh and not recycled from the summer beach extravaganza.

► Guests that do decide to take a dip may encounter a familiar friend. Fernando the tentacle monster is camping too! This randy tentacle monster is as horny as ever, eager to embrace guests and stick slippery tentacles into any reachable orifice.

► Once the sun goes down, many of the long-standing guests strip off their shoddily crafted clothes and sprint into the water for skinny dipping by moonlight! What's a camping excursion without a lake-side orgy? The best way to drown out those erotic moans from the lake is to head to the central fire pit and join in on some campfire songs.

OUTSIDE CAMP

► Those that head out of camp for a hike or hunt can enjoy any of the Vale's usual wonders. With autumn, shiny apples dangle from the trees and pumpkins pepper beneath their protruding roots. Along with autumnal fruits and vegetables, canned beef and ham have been mysteriously left in pockets close to the campgrounds. A little act of kindness from the staff; not everyone is cut out to hunt their own game!

► For those interested in hunting down some fresh game, walking around the forest in the morning may come with a stroke of luck. Strange little creatures the size of an adult's fist are active during this time. These hairy beasts come in brown and white, and screech, "Scrun scrun screeee!" when agitated.

Yes, these are the alleged snoggleboffs! Don't feel bad about hunting them, they're an invasive species that are unfriendly and eager to steal from unsuspecting guests. Their main strength is their speed, but once caught, they don't put up much of a fight.

► Guests that explore deep into the Vale may find a dark cave mouth that leads downward into a damp chamber. The ceiling glitters with stalactites and, along the wall, they'll find a horizontal crease with what seems to be... hair? If touched, this crease will creak open, revealing a large eye that darts back and forth before focusing on whoever woke it. Black pupils and iris bleed into one endless abyss.

Those that gaze directly into the eye will freeze. Their mind will remain active while their body locks in place, not unlike sleep paralysis. This trance will break once the eye blinks, which it will do after some time... but it can also be forced into blinking by force if there's someone who hasn't made eye-contact around to help. Frozen guests will be overwhelmed with the fear of abandonment for the duration of their paralysis. This fear will fade after the connection is broken, as if it wasn't their fear at all.

Like a regular eye, dirt or debris can force a blink. If this route is taken, the eye will go bloodshot and shut, refusing to open again. Any guest that inflicts damage to the eye may find that their suite, upon return, has been trashed. As if someone or something threw a big tantrum in there while they were gone. Wonder why that happened...?

HOWLING

CALL OF THE WILD

Temperatures drop drastically at night as the camping excursion nears its end. Nights become so chilly that morning dew frosts over, crunching beneath guest feet. Every day the light and its warmth set a little bit earlier. Staff remain elusive and do not provide warmer blankets or clothes for guests, leaving them to cuddle for warmth or find other ways to sleep comfortably during nightly cold snaps.

The moon hits its apex on the final night of camping. Unlike the other nights, this full moon shines blood red. The Vale stills under this ominous sign, silent. Snowflakes begins to fall, spreading an endless clean sheet across the campgrounds. That reflected pink hue is inescapable.

THE WEATHER TURNS

► Along with chilly nights, the last few days of camping feature inclement weather conditions. Clouds overtake the sun and rain falls, alternating between light mist and heavy downpour.

► Winds pick up, with speeds threatening to whip away the less stable tents. Guests that don't hunker down and add additional support to their tents may end up chasing them into the storm. Other loose items around the campgrounds may end up blown away as well.

BLOOD MOON

► Wild instinct rises with the blood moon. As crimson moonlight beckons, some guests may begin to feel ... strange. As if they need to claw their true selves free. Those that answer the call to bathe in the light of the blood moon will undergo a transformation.

► Basking in the light of the blood moon triggers a were-transformation. While the standard were that the blood moon inspires is the classic werewolf, guests may transform into any kind of were. Along with hybrid transformation, the blood moon stirs mating and sex impulses in these new weres. Remaining humans are at risk of being eaten... in the sexy way.

► Transformation into a were is not mandatory. Other guests may step into the blood moon's light and not experience any kind of transformation or impulse. These guests are now actors in a sexy horror scene, given the task of surviving the night surrounded by monsters! At least they're sexy monsters? Giving in and fucking on the wild side may be more fun.

PACKING UP

► After the crazy weather and horny werewolves, the staff judge that it's high time to wrap this excursion up. Guests will once again openly see these diligent workers the morning after the blood moon. They come flooding into the site with clothing, snacks, and other comforts while praising everyone for surviving for so long without the resort's usual luxuries.

► A first aid tent and cleaning station are swiftly erected. All guests that volunteer to treat injuries sustained over the course of the camping experience or help clean up the site will be compensated with a large payout.

► Every guest that participated in the camping event, regardless of whether they help wrap things up, will be issued a spa voucher. Go relax, you've earned some pampering after all of that hard living!

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: altered states; eyes (descriptions only, incl. eye injury); exhibitionism; hunting (incl. hunting fantasy creatures); orgies; public sex; survival; temperature play; tentacles; transformation; violence

▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.

▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's September event. Camping will ICly begin September 15th and end October 3rd.

▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.

▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.

▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!

▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.

▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.

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Comments

[brother_nature]

[Dodger disappears in a blink, and Chobe reels slightly before recalling, ah, right, the bastard can cloak himself. He doesn't even bother trying to track his tao; Dodger's coming for him, and his overwhelming burning scent clearly marks him. Chobe can't stop himself from inhaling it, letting it wash over his senses until Dodger reappears and grabs at him.

And at that, Chobe's expression splits into a grin. Vines burst from his shoulder, one moving to wrap around Dodger, another sharpening to a point at his throat just as he brings his mouth to Chobe's neck. Chobe isn't making a move to escape, not yet, but he's also not about to lay down all polite like for Dodger again.]

Now hold up there, mutt. Maybe ya didn't notice, but I ain't in chains anymore.

So if you wanna go, yer gonna have to earn it. This warning is all ya get--Toma ain't here to stop me from stabbing yer ass.

[smokedout]

[A shiver runs through him, seeing those vines - they're still hot, especially with the very real danger of getting pierced, but he can't help thinking of the dream he was pulled into the last time he was with Esikko. Vines, gasoline, burning card parts. One of those vines had pierced through his stomach, giving him very unpleasant associations to the way he always seems to die across realities.]

What, like you don't want my cock, now that I can afford to burn you up?

[He's careful not to move enough for that thorn to scrape his throat, but he does start shifting his hips to grind against Chobe's ass. It's not even entirely conscious, but he isn't about to stop once he becomes aware of it. There was also... definitely an excited twitch of his cock when Chobe called him a mutt.]

If you want to chicken out, sure, I'll earn it. Name your price.

cw dub con adjacent

[brother_nature]

[Hah, Dodger's especially cocky tonight. . .Chobe can't say he dislikes it. He'll never be the biggest fan of being railed, no matter how much he likes the person or how good it feels. It's simply an obligation or reward for the other when he allows it or needs to fulfill a role. When he's on an even playing field though, he'll never simply submit. Where's the fun in that? And if he's stronger, well, Chobe ain't ever been one to snub a chance to display dominance.]

Price? Oh, you ain't gettin' it!

[That grind does feel nice. This fucking mutt is almost too easy to please. . .but Chobe's got other ideas. He leans his ass into his cock just as a tease, before delivering a hard elbow jab to Dodger's guts, one backed by Chobe's actual strength. He pushes himself off, but only just enough so he can whirl around to face Dodger with that defiant, shit eating bloody grin. The vine whips itself upward, leaving a surface level scratch on his neck, moving to tap its pointed peak at Dodger's forehead instead.]

I'm sayin' I ain't letting you do shit. You want me, yer gonna have to hold me down before I kill ya. . .or before I get you face down. It clickin' yet?

cw: burns

[smokedout]

[It's common enough for mutants to have good constitutions and endurance, but Dodger still isn't used to dealing with many others with super-strength. The jab catches him by surprise, and he startles a bit, long enough to let Chobe go. His gaze flickers up to the vine tapping against his forehead - he could die very easily, and it would probably be best to leave or submit. But what's the fun in that? Death is meaningless, he can just come fuck Chobe again (and harder) as revenge when he ends up back in jail.

The rest of Chobe's words, though, leave Dodger a little off-balance. Before I get you face down. Normally he would be a lot more cocky, but he knows that Chobe can back it up, and that he won't hesitate to take his prize. So while he bares his sharp teeth and flexes his new claws, there's a wariness in Dodger's expression that definitely wasn't there before. It certainly wasn't there when Chobe mentioned killing him.]

Sure. You're on.

[Fuck keeping his teleportation away from Toma, he needs every advantage he can get. Dodger's form bursts apart into flames with a loud POP, which move through Chobe and reconstitute behind him. It takes him a few seconds, and even less time once he reappears to dig his claws into Chobe's ribs, hot enough to burn through the skin.]

[brother_nature]

[Chobe narrows his eyes, that grin twisting into something more savage. Is that fear? Genuine caution? Aah this mutt's full of surprises. He's certain with Dodger's background he can't be that fearful of getting a taste of his own medicine, can he? Hah. Well, he's not backing down, so he can't be all that concerned. Chobe was gracious enough to give him a warning. Now? Time for enrichment.

Or so he thinks, that pop throwing him off guard. The fuck was that? Invisibility? No, this is different, feels different. For a moment it feels like Dodger disappears entirely, leaving only his residual heat. Some sort of. . .transporting trick, he supposes. A wild eye quickly darts around--no way Dodger would have suddenly decided to fuck off, and he's proven correct when he pops back into existence, and those burning claws slice through him like butter. ]

Fuck!

[The vine he had holding him hostage sling shots back into Chobe's skin, only to burst from another shoulder, not aiming to pierce but swipe Dodger, sharp enough to cut down to muscle if Dodger isn't quick. Chobe meanwhile pulls back, creating some distance, expression manic with excitement.]

GAHAHAHA. So the old dog has new tricks, eh? Good, cuz yer gonna need every damn one of 'em.

[That skin's already knitting back together, albeit it a bit slowly. Takes a bit to get rid of burning flesh, after all. In the back of his mind he curses himself, why's every opponent worth a damn fucking fire aligned? Not that Chobe will back down. In fact, he charges back in Dodger's space, just gonna straight up try to punch a werewolf in a face. His vines may be his deadliest weapon, but he's never forgotten how to throw hands.]

[smokedout]

[Dodger has to let go of Chobe, and bend over backward to avoid the vine. He moves seamlessly into a backflip, giving them some distance. His gaze is focused in on Chobe's skin - fuck, he still doesn't know how to actually injure him. Which means he's going to run out of energy, sooner or later. But he can at least go down fighting.]

You haven't seen the half of it.

[That punch is easy enough to dodge - ducking low, moving his weight onto his hands so he can aim a sweeping kick at Chobe's legs, setting fire to his own leg when it gets close. Ready to teleport out of the way, if another vine comes his way. Although those teleportations always come with a trail of flames moving toward his destination, so it won't be too difficult to start predicting where he ends up.]

[brother_nature]

[Fortunately for Dodger, even if Chobe can't be permanently injured through traditionally means? His body still behaves like any other mortal's. If hit in the right spot or hard enough, he can be knocked unconscious. If he loses his head, he blacks out. So he may not have any idea how to kill him, but knocking him out or down on his ass is still very much in the realm of achievable.

A growling hiss at that leg sweep, the flames tearing at his flesh as he almost goes down. He knew he could heat up his entire body, but conjuring flames anywhere too? Oooh, he's gonna have some juicy bits to tell Toma later. More vines burst from his back, not to attack Dodger, but to act as a cushion, catching Chobe before he falls and pushing him back up right. Darker vine-like patterns begin to spread across Chobe's skin, and as another vine goes to stab at Dodger, Chobe whirls around, guessing that Dodger will try to get behind him again. This time he moves to swipe with his hand--but those dark patterns? They're engulfing him, starting with that hand, giving Chobe bark-like claws as he slashes blindly at where he hopes Dodger may appear.]

Hold still, dammit!

[smokedout]

[At least he landed a hit - that's good. And Dodger manages to catch sight of those vines, cushioning Chobe's fall... he still hasn't seen a limit to them, but there has to be one, right?

His next teleportation puts him directly in the wrong spot, and those claws slash across his chest. Fuck... Another teleportation, and he moves a few feet away, reappearing with no apparent attempt to stop the bleeding. It's fine, he can't afford to slow down long enough to deal with it.]

If you want me to slow down, make me.

[And just to try and keep some space between them this time, he summons a fireball the size of a basketball and chucks it at him.]

cw body horror/maggot-like imagery

[brother_nature]

[Like a fucking little bug. Dodger's movements remind him of Bakugo. The little hero can't teleport but he zips around just as much. Dodger's got good mobility and fire, fucking fantastic. If Chobe wasn't actually having a good time, he'd consider maybe they'd really need to kill this fucker in the future, just in case.

He tilts his head slightly, noting Dodger's bleeding. Does he also heal? He's awfully confident for someone who bleeds so easily and dances with danger so often. . .there might be more to him than Chobe can see besides raw power. That thought's discarded as the fireball forms though, and Chobe's expression breaks into a face splitting feral grin.

Maybe it's the adrenaline, maybe it's the moon's influence, maybe it's his damn stubborn pride. But instead of dodging it, Chobe lunges for the fireball, letting it hit him face first. It engulfs his entire head, and boasts a charred silhouette as Chobe half laughs, half screams. Skin and hair melting, his good eye disintegrating.

. . .and while it takes a second, as the flames go out, Chobe grins as vines sprout from face like writhing maggots, threading together to replace flesh, sprout hair, reform his good eye. ]

That all you fucking got? C'mon, big man! I thought ya wanted to fuck me!!

[Fire is still very much Chobe's weakness, but he has zero intention of showing proper fear of it. That said, he sure doesn't move for a good few moments during that ramble as his face recovers, leaving him blind for a moment.]

cw: necro threats //face in hands

[smokedout]

[Jesus fucking Christ.

Dodger hesitates, taking in the sight of Chobe's fucking head reforming. It looks like fire is a solution... but a lot more than he's used so far, hotter, and in quicker succession. His jaw sets, but there's nerves obvious in his expression. He shouldn't have let him reform, he should have used the opening.

Whatever. It's this or hope Chobe is careful with him when he loses.]

Trust me, I'm just feeling you out. [His brow furrows.] And if I end up overshooting, I don't mind fucking your corpse.

[Dodger moves forward again, and teleports just to mask his movements. When he reappears he's midway through a cartwheel kick, aimed at Chobe's head. And whether it connects or not he's aiming to follow it up by grabbing onto one of Chobe's ankles and trying to burn entirely through it with his hand.]

[brother_nature]

Cocky bastard, ya think ya can keep me dead that long--ah?

[This is the crazy Dodger's decided to stick his dick in, hope he enjoys!! His eye reforms just in time for him to see Dodger poof into flames again, and he's ready to slash at the wolf only to suddenly get a kick to the head, with Dodger's torso no where in arm's reach. Had that kick been flaming, he'd likely have taken Chobe's head off with enough force. As it is, it dazes him momentarily, so when Dodger grabs for his ankle he can burn straight through it, flesh, blood and bone sizzling as Chobe lets out a pained snarl when gravity takes hold.

He won't go down cleanly though, and vines sprout from his arms and back like like a spiked club. He's not aiming anywhere in particular, but Dodger best watch himself if he doesn't want to become a pin cushion.]

[smokedout]

[He is, in fact, deeply enjoying this. Yes, there's the fear, but there's also the adrenaline rush and the excitement of thinking on his feet. There's the feeling of flesh burning under his hands and the odd sensation of it reforming afterward. It feels correct in a way that few things do.

He has to let go fast, though, and teleport away again to avoid Chobe's attack. Dodger is slippery, but the teleportations take more effort than his other powers, so he only has so many in him before he needs a break. And he isn't there yet, but he can feel the strain starting to kick in.

Better to stick to the martial arts for a bit, he guesses. Moving forward again, letting out a flash of fire around his body to fake-out a teleportation before just aiming a flaming kick through Chobe's stomach.]

[brother_nature]

[Another snarl as Chobe's forced to a knee, thinner roots flailing from the stump of his ankle as it takes a bit to reform proper. Dodger may not be getting tired of the teleporting, but Chobe sure is, and on instinct he swipes at the residual flames, even knowing that he'll hit nothing.

His ankle recovers enough for him to spring back to his feet, and he's ready to attack again, but too bad for him, that feint gets him. His eye darts away from Dodger for a split second, thinking he'd reappear elsewhere, only got get that fiery strike right to his gut.

And Chobe practically roars. As Dodger's foot burns and sinks in, he may properly notice the diamond shaped suit suspiciously surrounding his navel, traveling down into the groin of his pants. Chobe's been careful not to call attention to it in previous encounters, and given his reaction? It being a weak spot might be why.

Far less precise than before, Chobe slashes at Dodger's leg to try and get him to back off, but whether he does or not, he's doubling over.]

[smokedout]

[If anything, realizing that he connected with something important startles him. Dodger backs off, although Chobe still manages to scrape his ankle as he does. A rip in his jeans, nothing he can't deal with later.

There's some hesitation, but he doesn't want to waste another opportunity. So he pushes forward again, gripping the smaller man's shoulder and forcing him onto his back. Although it's not to land another hit, Dodger is just aiming to straddle him and pin his wrists above his head. He wants to get a good look at how Chobe's doing, and see how long it takes him to recover from that hit.]

Hey. You're not tapping out already, are you?

[brother_nature]

[He's expecting another disappearing trick, not a tackle. Fiery types really are so damny wily. Chobe's knocked down, head hitting the dirt with a strained grunt, Dodger's weight having a clear advantage. And from Dodger's view. . .he's recovering! If at a slightly slower rate than usual. Vines and rooted tendrils writhe and whip around from his gut, smacking and smothering out what remains of the fire before beginning to close up the wound, replacing burnt flesh with fresh.

Chobe wouldn't die from something like this, not without Dodger following through to make sure that fire cleanly cleaves his hidden core with one strike. Hyper specific conditions, something he's certain most people wouldn't simply guess, but he's a bit on guard after what went down with the heroes, and Toma's pleas afterwards. He normally wouldn't care that much about exposing his suit, but now he'll just grit his teeth and hope Dodger doesn't draw the connection.

That, and he lets a vine sprout from his chest, pointed toward Dodger's neck. It's more of a bluff though. . .he's not going to violate the truce. He sneers, annoyed.]

Like hell. D'aaaw, what's the matter? You worried about me, pooch?

[smokedout]

[Okay, he didn't kill him... good, that would probably be more of a pain than it's actually worth. He does at least get to gather some information - that spot is a weakness, but Chobe can still heal back from it. Which means it needs more force, a stronger hit or something that burns for longer, to actually keep him down.

Rather than any reasonable conclusion, this tells Dodger that he should avoid Chobe's stomach next time they fight, unless it's a last resort.

That vine gets a smirk out of him, that looks vaguely flirtatious - Chobe could just stab him with it, so the fact that it's just hanging there makes him relax. He lets go of one of Chobe's wrists, to wrap his fingers around the vine. Testing its strength at first by trying to push it aside, but either way he's just going to sever it with a burning grip.]

Nah. But it'd be a shame if you went down that easy after all that talk.

[brother_nature]

[Dodger please. He better not ever make it obvious he's avoiding it, how dare someone go easy on him?? Petty plant brother.

He's got enough strength that the vine doesn't budge when Dodger tries to shove it, but it hardly matters as it turns into kindling from the heat, ashes floating down to his chest. Chobe smirks.]

Easy? Yer supposed to sweet talk who you wanna fuck, aintcha?

[He's half willing to give in just so Dodger doesn't get too many ideas about his tandem. On the other hand. . .he's just as petty as Toma. So he puts all his strength into his hips, and bucks, trying to knock Dodger off him with enough force that he backs himself deeper into the ground as he does so.]

[smokedout]

[That gets a laugh out of him.]

If you want sweet talk, you'll have to earn it.

[Chobe does manage to knock Dodger off, but Dodger keeps his grip to sort of force Chobe to roll over on top of him. Which puts them in a position that immediately makes him nervous, with his legs around Chobe's hips, but despite the hesitation in his eyes and the pinned-back ears, his tail is wagging.

Feelings are hard to sort through, but he's still convinced that continuing the fight is going to end badly for him. So he's leaning up to seek out a kiss, instead.]

[brother_nature]

[Dodger's got unpredictability going for him, Chobe bracing for Dodger to try burning his wrists or another body part, and instead gets jump-scared by eager lips and fangs. To say the least, he's caught off guard. But rather than tensing and pulling back, he leans in to meet him, urged on by the moon's influence and currently being on top.

The werewolf can probably feel Chobe's whole body abruptly relaxing. . .and maybe a vine or two trying to tug down his pants.]

[smokedout]

[This feels like the right move - avoiding more violence, before he actually runs out of energy or gets genuinely hurt. And Chobe is relaxing against him, kissing him back, so he relaxes in turn... to an extent.

Those vines start pulling his pants down and Dodger shivers. His breathing starts to pick up, too quickly to just be from excitement, but he tries to mask it by deepening their kiss, reaching down to fumble with Chobe's pants. Undoing them so he can stroke the younger man's cock, even if his body is tensing right up again as he does.]

[brother_nature]

[It's the horny equivalent of distracting a feral cat with a toy or catnip to be honest, that blood lust receding and being replaced by a growing desire of closeness and pleasure. The way Dodger trembles, that brief hint of hesitance, it's exhilarating to Chobe, intensified when the other starts stroking him. Even still, something feels. . .off. The Dodger he's come to know is a fucking mess of a prick, but hardly restrained. It's that same nervousness he felt before they started their brawl.

Reluctantly, Chobe breaks the kiss, trying to settle his mind as his cock his handled, and he brings hand to Dodger's face, forcing him to look him directly in the eye.]

Oi, do you want this? You ain't been this stiff before.

cw: dodger's awful attitude about his own trauma

[smokedout]

[Dodger flinches when Chobe touches his face, but doesn't pull away. He doesn't like his scars being touched, and he doesn't like his face being touched near his blind eye, which adds up to the whole thing being roughly off-limits. But he is meeting Chobe's gaze, at least... for a few moment, before he looks away.]

Does it matter? I'm letting you.

[He sounds genuinely confused about what the issue is. His chest hurts and he feels like he can't take proper breaths, but men want this, don't they? Surely Chobe expects to top him, even while the panic is getting steadily more obvious. He just has to push through it until it stops making his skin crawl and his lungs lock up. He just has to stop being a pussy about it.]

cw implications of csa/non/dubcon etc

[brother_nature]

[Dodger get therapy challenge!!

There's something familiar about this, that forced resignation. Something Chobe had years and years to get used to for survival, long before adulthood. But here's Dodger, a man who at least physically looks a little older than him, squirming like it's his first time. Chobe has. . .very, very few hard lines. Perhaps surprisingly, consent is one of them. Dodger's giving him the go ahead, but it doesn't feel right, even if his arousal urges him to go fuck it, plow right in. But if their tao isn't in sync. . .]

Who's going down easy now, huh?

[Chobe clicks his tongue, a vine completely tearing off Dodger's pants, and then working with Chobe's hand to get the current werewolf as hard as possible. Then he shifts, moving to position his ass atop him, watching Dodger with his good eye to see if he takes the bone he's getting thrown.]

cw: more implications of dub/noncon + physical abuse

[smokedout]

[It takes Dodger a bit to understand where Chobe's going with it. His pants are being ripped off, the next logic step to taking him. And then... a hand around his cock, unexpected but good. It's not like he needs much encouragement, even under duress - especially under duress - his cock eagerly greets any stimulation whatsoever. He's still expecting the other shoe to drop, until Chobe repositions himself and Dodger has to take a second to just... blink up at him dumbly.

His breathing is still fast and shallow, but he is relaxing. That nervous tail wiggle is turning into proper, slow wagging, and his ears swivel forward. He never expects sympathy for his damage, he expects to be jeered at for not being able to defend himself when it happened. He expects other men to push forward, to take until he burns them out of panic, and he expects to be beaten and discarded afterward. And that somehow hasn't happened a single time yet, here. The thought occurs to him, that if Chobe of all people isn't interested in forcing the issue, this place is probably much safer than Boston.]

...Shut up.

[His hands are shaking a bit, but he reaches a hand up to grip into Chobe's hair, guiding him down for another kiss. Clumsy, breathless, but he's showing his gratitude in the most guarded way he can. It's short, though, so he can speak more pragmatically.]

There's lube in my pants pocket... somewhere. I, uh... can't retract my claws.

[So either Chobe needs to stretch himself out, or... Dodger's not going to judge him if he wants claws inside of him.]

[brother_nature]

[Thank fuck, Chobe thought Dodger was gonna cry or something. He welcomes the kiss and yank of hair, that's far easier to deal with than verbalizing any sort of gratitude or kindness. Clueless bastard was looking almost like a real mutt with those puppy dog eyes.

A laugh escapes his throat as Dodger mutters something about lube. He presses a palm against one of his hands, forcing those claws to draw blood.]

If you want it, go on and get it. Thought ya wouldn't mind it kinda tight.