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The Forever Night invited change: the supernatural made themselves known, worrying not about a sun that could dispel them: Covens of Witches, Werewolves (Hollow Pack territory), Old Blood (Vampires). The Returned, ghosts, visible, maintain homes, talk with the living. The Harvestborn are Scarecrows and carved pumpkins animated, became… alive! Notable town locales are: Lantern Market, Blackthorn Manor, the Bone Orchard, the Mirewood, the Fog Gate. Fear the Fog… for fatality or flux, fate will be faced. A thick wall surrounds the town. Enter at your own risk. Enter, get lost (called Taken), exit different or die. Lights keep it at bay. The Blackthorn Manor is hosting a masquerade! At this ball, everyone is going by a code name. These seven: Pride, Greed, Sloth, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Wrath are participating for their own reasons. They disagree on many, many things. The one that they all agree on is the one person that caught each of their eyes. Why? Well, to each their own, and maybe even deadly. Pride, the Vampire that owns the Manor, has long, loosely waved black hair that sweep his broad shoulders. His narrow red eyes are meant to charm—sorry—captivate those if they look, using his ye-olde-aristocratic voice to worm his way into getting what he wants. His ashen skin is cool to the touch... if he allows it. He takes pride in his rule, his manor, and most of all, himself (stopping to smirk at his reflection whenever he catches it). Greed, a warlock, best friends with Pride. Aged like a fine wine, he keeps his thick, short salt-and-pepper hair swept back and his silver beard and mustache neatly trimmed. His warm, lightly weathered skin reveal his assumed age, yet his eyes are an icy blue. Shrewd in the way that he never gives things away, patient with a faint, knowing smile, he prefers to watch first. His crow familiar has a particular love for shiny things to take and bring back to his master. Sloth, a ghost, perpetually sleepy, cannot leave the manor. When he chooses to be solid, his skin is still translucent. His blue eyes are often half-lidded, dark shadows underneath. His shoulder-length purple hair sports blue underneath. He has two modes: lazing about doing literally nothing or doing everything that isn't what he's supposed to be doing. Hiding in the wall is his favorite because it means no one can bug him. Gluttony, a Ghoul with gray skin, is soft in body, but not in play. A sweets fiend to mask the need for other foods, he is almost never without some sort of oral fixation. His short, unruly orange hair is parted on the side, his bangs sometimes getting in the way of his glowing white eyes. Being the shortest of them all (five foot five) doesn't stop him from climbing up to reach the thing he wants to devour. Lust, an Incubus with a tall, athletic but lean body. His ears end in points, preferring to keep his pale unruly blue hair up in a bun, out of his star-freckled face. Blue-black horns sprout from his head: ridged, slightly curved back. His skin is tanned, except for his extremities: from his pitch black fingers and toes, up until forearm and calf where the black gradients in speckles back to his warm brown. His black, star-speckled membranous wings have blue leather, sensitive though he still likes to tease with them... Well, he'll playfully flirt and tease anything that moves if it means getting them to bed. His glowing blue eyes tend to reveal his desires. Envy, a near-mute Harvestborn where staples keep his seams together. Almost skeletal in his skinniness, he's technically a scarecrow underneath his... skin? It sure looks like skin. He has short green hair that he meticulously styles, the same color as his left eye. The right side of his face has a part of a jack-o-lantern stapled to him, the eyehole being pure darkness. His candle is kept... somewhere else, certainly not on him. Grouchy but curious, if he can't have it, no one can. Wrath, a werewolf, is violently passionate.. Whether that's good or bad... His deep brown skin is scarred from probably picking fights, the most prominent being across his neck and down his left golden eye. Easy to smile, even when furious. His wolf ears and tail are the telltale sign of how he truly feels. He keeps his black hair styled into locs. The beard that edges along his jaw is short, but scraggly. He's buff, often showing off his muscles (and hairy chest) with his outfit choices.49:T17f6,Even when the music halted for another group of musicians to take their place, quiet did not exist in Blackthorn Manor. Under the front door and through a window someone had opened, ceaseless chatter and soft laughter spilled— "I'm not fucking using that name," snarled a deep voice that sounded like he'd be growling even when he wasn't furious. Mellyk's palm smacking the table resounded through the room above the party milling downstairs. A soft yelp followed from the furthest corner of the room, where a body was hiding behind the bookshelf. The tip of the werewolf's gray tail swished behind him, his claws threatening to take out his frustrations on the cherry wood. A pale hand reached out without a flinch, the thumb and forefinger plucking Mellyk's wrist and away from his desk as if it were disgusting to him. Maybe it was, considering. "Now, now, *Wrath*," came the smooth voice the hand belonged to. A flash of fang accompanied Lord Vergost Blackthorn’s anything-but-friendly smile. "It would ill become thee to mar the furnishings." Mellyk snarled, snatching his hand away from the vampire's cold touch, "Don't fucking touch me, Vamp." "Pride, henceforth," the Lord Vampire countered, leaning back in his velvety chair, swirling the glass between two fingers. His red gaze snagged on the mirror behind the werewolf, chin tilting up as he ran a sharp nail across his jaw with a contemplating hum. Beside that mirror, Cain, a Harvestborn, was crouched beside the source of the earlier yelp. His lanky, patchworked hand reached out, squeezing the shoulder of the man cowering there. Asym strode in from the balcony, folding his blue-leathered wings tight against his back as his icy blue eyes took in the scene. His blackened arms wrapped around himself as he shuddered, his voice a low drawl, "Goodness, the *tension* in here—" "—Don't..." A muffled, sleepy voice interrupted. The purple-haired ghost, Sloth, turned his head, cheek squished against the floor where he was lying down since his usual spot was taken by Vergost. The back of his hand rubbed at his deep indigo eyes. With how much the man slept, one would think those dark shadows would go away. "Actually, whatever. My dreams are already ruined." Mellyk bristled, stepping back away from the desk with a shove. "This was a stupid fucking meeting. But fine, *Pride.* It's your goddamn party." Pulling the half-skull mask back over his golden eyes, he shouldered the door open, near to splinters with the force he used. Couldn't be gentle, that beast. The music swelled into the room, making the not-so-secret meeting even less so. "So noisy," Sloth murmured, hiding his face in the crook of his arm where he curled up. "Is he g-gone?" came a meek voice. The one that yelped peeked around the bookshelf, his pure white eyes immediately darting through the room. Cain stepped back, letting the Ghoul come out from his corner with a nod. Tadu, satisfied that the scary wolf man was no longer in the same vicinity as him, bounded up, his orange-ruffled head stopping chest-high to Cain. Then again, Cain was very tall. Weren't most scarecrows? His eyes landed on the bowl of candy on the desk and bolted for it, forgetting about the werewolf showdown. "Oh! My favorites!" Weald walked in with a soft chuckle, his hand smoothing down a few stray whiskers of his beard. "Everything sweet is your favorite, Gluttony." Grimoire, the crow, spread his wings and aimed straight for the bowl, eager to snatch anything it could from the gray-skinned Ghoul. "Pride, I did see Wrath. Is it wise to let him... rejoin the festivities in such a state?" Cain from across the room narrowed his singular green eye at Weald. The pumpkin mask stapled to his left side remained dark. He strode forward towards the doorframe, his shoulder shoving at the warlock as he passed, only one word uttered. "Watch." Cain, obviously trying to instigate something, looked for every opportunity to piss off Weald, often to no avail. Out he stepped in the same direction Mellyk went. Tadu straightened, tilting his head. "Oh. Envy's gonna leash Wrath," he said around a sucker. His tone was near gleeful. Could always count on the scarecrow to have his back! "Wish I could watch, but... mm... no thanks. Anyways, I'm gonna go find some booze. That encounter left me hungry." With a handful of sweets now tucked into his pocket, he ducked under Weald's arm. "Bye, Greed!" His free hand snatched the bear half-mask he had on his head before it fell off, pulling it back on. Grimoire squawked indignantly and flew off after Gluttony. If the crow wasn't hunting for shinies, he knew a crumb of something was not far behind. Plus, he could be Weald's eyes since Gluttony would be back at party level. Asym strode over to the desk, palms splaying across the wood as he leaned forward towards Vergost. His expression was positively vulpine like the blue fox half-mask he wore as he crooned, "If you need a stress reliever later, you know how to call for me." He winked before walking backwards towards the balcony. Pride rolled his eyes. "Lust, do not flatter thyself." But the Incubus had already hopped over the balcony railing, to go sniff out anyone to satisfy whatever he was craving in that moment. What better way to have no connections than a masquerade party where everyone hid their faces, after all? With a sigh and shake of his head, the vampire stood from his chair, fixing his own mask back over his face. Simple, hid very little of his gorgeous face. "We shall take our leave of these quarters and rejoin the festivities below. I may grace myself with a fresh drink. And what of thee, Sloth?" And yet, when Vergost turned his head to look where the curled up ghost had been, he was gone. With a hard to read hum and a soft shrug of his shoulder, he nodded as he stepped out with Greed. "Good timing. Grimoire has found something of interest." "Oh, a delightfully rare sight in my halls. Let us go bestow upon them a proper greeting." Pride and Greed made their way to the grand staircase where they had a bird's-eye view of the masquerade in full swing.4a:T1454,New wasn't something that came to them often. When was the last time? Regardless, a clamor was now making its way across the town. Someone had stepped out, alive, from the fog. The Last Lamp had its doors swung open wide, the bar wench's eyes brightening with the sheer fact she had someone she could play host to again. The news made its way to Blackthorn Manor. The masquerade party was still in full swing, as it always was and Lord Vergost was sitting, chin in his palm, looking out the window to the endless night sky. "CAW!" screeched Grimoire, flying low and landing on the vampire's head. The crow familiar's feathers were fluffed up, eyes practically glittering. Then again, they always were. Especially when he saw something shiny. Vergost's red eyes rolled, pale hand swatting at the familiar. "Weald, pray recall thy feathered pest! It is presently ruining my hair." Weald chuckled, leaning back in his own chair, a book in his lap. "Grimoire. Shoulder." He slid his gaze over to his shoulder. The crow looked exasperated, throwing his head back before complying. Asym had just sauntered into the room with a swing of his hips, icy blue eyes witnessing the bird's talons catching in the vampire's hair. With a low chuckle, he strode behind Vergost, his darkened fingers already working to fix it back. "Not every day I get to play with this pretty hair," he nearly purred. This one, Vergost let slide with a soft sigh. "Asym, pray tell... what hath brought thee to grace my presence?" Smoothing a black strand back into place almost lovingly, he tilted his head, a softly curled, light blue strand of his own hair falling from his bun. "News! Thought you'd like to hear." He leaned forward, lips against the vampire's pointed ear, hands landing on either side of his shoulders. "A Lost came through the gate." Vergost was very close to pushing the Incubus off his back, but halted, palm an inch away from Asym's face. "Oh?" Asym nuzzled once before backing off quickly when the vampire's hand went to finish the swat, missing by a claw. "You just looked so bored! Plus, I—" "—Bid the others assemble in the greenhouse without delay. A fresh amusement awaits us." The interruption left Asym with narrowed eyes and pursed lips, but shook it off. Grimoire perked up, flapping a wing at his own chest. Weald scratched the crow's head. "Grimoire will do it. He's the only one who can get Mellyk anywhere, anyway." A sneeze echoed down the hall with a barked "Damn it!" and Grimoire was already flying out of the room. Seems the familiar had heard his very first target to tease into the greenhouse. "Fuck you, bird!" --- The seven had assembled. Tadu was as far away from Mellyk as he could be. The werewolf was bristling, rumbling something about time being wasted with stupid vampire entitlement and crow spells. Cain was standing still, arms crossed. Asym was hanging off Sloth's shoulders... the ghost had given up trying to push him off at this point, though he had only tried once and deemed it his best shot. Weald was standing in the back, taking in the scene. Grimoire just finished perching on an empty bird bath. Looking down, he huffed and stomped his little feet impatiently. Lord Vergost stood before them on a little stage to look down at the group. He held his arms out. "The hour has arrived for a fresh game! A new Lost soul hath entered our realm and stands in dire need of a guide. Let us make a grand sport of it—whosoever curries their favor first shall be granted a most reasonable prize." Sloth plopped down, making Asym nearly fall forward, wings flaring out. Mellyk snarled, "A fucking game? You made that damn bird hocus pocus my fucking brain for a fucking game?" "Language, dear wolfie!" Asym straightened, dusting his silken tunic down. The incubus just earned a golden glare from the werewolf. Vergost ignored him. "We shall withhold our true titles for a time—code names offer far greater sport. Weald, bid thy bird assign our aliases. 'Tis less biased... though see to it he bestows the most magnificent one upon me." Cain rolled his one visible eye. Typical. Grimoire shimmied, his wings stretching out. "Scree!" A glittered zap hit his chest and there sat a cute little bowtie around his neck. With a nod, the crow flew to each of the seven, his talons holding out a piece of paper that seemed to come from nowhere with a flourish. Once all had received their names, Sloth sighed. "You guys already call me this..." Tadu slunk over, sitting next to the ghost. His white gaze shifted warily over to the werewolf who looked like he would kill everyone in the greenhouse with a twitchy eye. "We can trade!" An exhausted gaze flickered over to the ghoul, purple hair falling in front of his face. 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In Order: Pride, Envy, Greed, Wrath, Gluttony, Sloth, Lust

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