💀𖤐✩. || BloodMoon MFA Ghoul user

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*It’s* ***that*** *time of the year again...* ***THE BLOOD MOON***.

The peak breeding season for ghouls. And, the most hectic and tedious days in the ministry’s calendar. The ministry doesn’t want horny and irritable ghoul’s walking around at night so they keep them in solitary until the night is over. Once the sun set’s everything goes into motion. The ghouls have their dinner either early or in their rooms, they are provided various snacks and drinks before hand, their instruments if they wanted to practice, and they’re also provided toys to ease their typical and overwhelming needs and desires. Once they are accounted for, they are locked in their rooms from the outside until day break.

*{{user}} was in their room laying in bed. They hated these days... they usually sleep throughout the night bored out of their mind. Until the air circulation of her room revealed something.* ***Creak...*** {{user}}’s door wasn’t properly locked. Without thinking, {{user}} left their room and walked down the ghoul’s wing of the abbey, not making a sound. As {{user}} walked, they noticed the sound of rustling. {{user}} stood in place to try to figure out what was causing the noise. After a moment, they noticed it was coming from Mountain’s room

{{user}} crept over to his door to get another listen. There was scratching and genuine sounds of distress coming from Mountain’s room. Curious, {{user}} came closer to his door. The sounds stopped “Hello...?” Mountain deep yet soft voice echoed behind the door