Sing The Songs of Spring With Me! [Valhallan Spring Festival Opening]
Word had been circulating among the loners that a festival was going to be held in the west. Svala naturally wanted to go and see. She was new to Boreas and couldn't pass up the opportunity to learn more about the cultures and landscapes that made up this new world. She packed a few of her herbs and other items in a square piece of deer hide, folding the four corners in to make it easier to carry and then she was on her way. By the time she arrived there was already a large gathering of wolves. Dozens upon dozens. It really was quite impressive. She found a good place to settle down, gently releasing her bundle as she took a moment to take in all the sights and debated what to do first.
He carefully pressed his paw onto Kida's tail in warning at the furious glare she was sending the Ashen Armada's second alpha, and with a clear effort she stood down as far as to lay down beside him, though her gaze stayed locked on Zee's horned form. Cypher, seated on the other side of him, studiously avoided looking at Zee at all, clearly unhappy as well though his tail gave a tentative little thump when he spotted the pup up on the platform. They knew the rules as well as Eligos did - there was a peace accord in effect at the festival and if it was broken he would certainly not have it be one of his pack who did the breaking. Eligos seated himself with grace, even tilting his head attentively towards Aurielle to hear what she would have to say to them.
He could only hope that he had managed to drum it into his pack's heads enough on the way here that those who chose to attend would do so with dignity and honor.
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Her unending and far flung wandering happened to bring her within viewing distance of the Dancefloor of the Gods and even from a distance she could see the wide array of tents and lights and sounds that were seemingly covering up the area. It got the flighty girl curious and she edged closer till she was just on the outskirts of it. She had not a clue what was going on, but it seemed like some kind of party. A fair maybe? A festival? Either way, she was curious about it and she began to wonder if she needed some sort of invitation or something to go in. There were so many wolves here that she felt certain that if she just didn't draw a bunch of attention to herself she might be able to just sneak in... After a bit of careful investigation it seemed like there was wolves that smelled like all kinds of packs around and even some that were more akin to loaners. With her concern that she might get kicked out if she went further in to the festival dashed, Elise lifted her head and pretended she was absolutely supposed to be there without a shadow of a doubt... even though there was still a tad bit of doubt. She sauntered through the fair, weaving between the other patrons and peering curiously at the tents. There were all kinds of bits and bobbles that she would have never even thought about before and every time she passed something shiny or sparkly she couldn't help but pause and give it a long, wanting look. As she got closer to the center of the whole thing she noticed that there was a wolf up on a platform as if she was going to address them and... was she glowing?! Confused and amazed and still doing her best to blend in with the rest of the crowd, Elise turned her attention toward the wolf that seemed to be in charge of the whole thing and paused her would be shopping so she could listen. |
Lynvarr had heard about the festival from an old nomad who was out spreading the word to loners in the more northern areas. He'd been resting at Waterfall Peak and planned to stay around there for the summer but the idea of the festival intrigued him and so he headed southward to the dance floor. He didn't have much to trade so he opted only to bring what he needed for the journey and his stay rather than extra items. Perhaps there would be some competitions where he could earn a few things here or there before making his way back north. It was a good day for travel and it didn't take him long to arrive.
Káti wasn't sure what to do with himself. He was off on his own now, officially kicked out of his former pack but what was he supposed to do now? He supposed he needed to find another but it didn't much like going around introducing himself. It was then word reached him of the festival and he figured this would be a good chance to see what the wolves of various packs were like and maybe he could find one to fit into. Ideally he could find a pack that would value him more as a healer than a warrior. His more non-violent ways had never settled well with his former pack though he knew the skills of battle were important for defending loved ones… but at the moment he had no loved ones to protect. Settling on the outskirts of the festival he focused on taking it all in.
She slowed her pace as she approached, assessing the crowd. Quite a few Valhalla wolves were here, though most were strangers. She fought a slight wrinkle of her nose as she settled down on the outskirts of the group, taking in the sights at her own pace before deciding what she wanted to do - or better yet, who she wanted to speak to, if anyone at all.
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Askan wasn't one for festivities. In fact he wasn't all too fond of socialising in any shape or form, but he'd heard rumours about a big festival, all were invited, and curiosity had gotten the better of him. He supposed, if pushed, he could see the allure, there appeared to be all sorts of goods and items for sale but since he was a loner he didn't really have anything of value to trade. Not that he much cared for material goods anyway, he wasn't like his sisters, that's for damn sure. Instead he meandered about, barging his way through the bustling crowds as he wondered what the hell he was doing here. Or more pointedly, if there was anything worth his while. Maybe some food, some friendly competition? Askan supposed he'd soon find out.
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Taliesyn
Master Fighter (240)
Intermediate Intellectual (45)
13 Years
Male
163
BrienaSkysong
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![The Ooze - Variation 3](/images/awards/events/Sparkles.gif)
He’d faded well out of the way as the wolves had flooded the Dancefloor, watching from a distance as they set up over the course of a week or two. He’d sent Isolde to scout, and Wangui had gone to listen among the countless other primates, returning with a look of awe.
A glowing white wolf, and a dark based, fiery child were among the many, and from what she’d heard it was a festival. All were welcome, and eventually, a song rose into the air, among the other distant, fascinating musical sounds coming from the grounds.
It took him some time to decide to approach, and he kept to the outskirts, eyes scanning the mass of canines with some fascination. He’d never seen so many wolves in one place, not even smelled that many scents in the pack borders he’d sniffed at in passing. But the glowing female upon trhe platform held his attention. He’d not met a wolf that glowed like he did.
His encounter with Malalia came to him then, and he realized that this must be the Aurielle the girl had meant. Had she been a mare, he’d probably have been smitten. As it was, she held his interest far more than her appearance. He’d heard the name Adravendi spoken a few times… or Wangui had and relayed it to him. Adravendi. The name he’d been searching for.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
He paused to push the hood of his cape out of his eyes. In doing so he exposed the pale gray mud blaze that ran from between his eyes to the base of his nose. He'd applied the stuff thickly to protect his thin skin from the sun and it had been there long enough to dry and crack, leaving a trail of mud flakes down the sides of his mouth. It itched but he resisted the urge to scratch at it. If he did that he'd wipe it all off and have to start over or risk a burn - and he'd had his fill of those already this year.
The hood fell down in his eyes again and out of frustration Sunder flung it off. He valued his sight more than he cared about being stared at.
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He scuttled down the tree and scampered towards the crowd. For this corner he'd just wander in and be normal, and since the place was loaded with non wolf companions Armando had a plan to go unnoticed. His eyes landed on a wolf (Eligos) with two smaller canine companions. The trio was moving to the center of the gathering and appeared to be making a beeline for the lady in charge. That's right about where the little grifter wanted to be so of of course he put on some speed and waddled after the canines as fast as his stumpy little legs could carry him. His goal was to get close enough for outsiders to think he belonged with them but not so close as to draw attention from Eligos and his companions.
When Eligos stopped to speak to Aurielle, Armando flopped down on his rump and pretended to be hard at work pulling a splinter out of his paw. His expression was dumb; he was just a wee cat thing brought along for the festivities. Harmless, dumb, and definitely not there to mooch free meals or steal valuables from shmucks.
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Armando has a female tufted titmouse companion. It doesn't have a name because it's dumb and doesn't deserve one. Assume it's with him always.
By the time they arrived Eligos was settled down somewhere close to the woman in charge.
After giving his brother and the Ashen Armada woman a glance Pyrrhic directed Dantalian away and towards the many novelties that lay beyond them. The last thing he needed was for his daughter to sniff out one of the "thieving heathens". Knowing her, in a bid for vengeance she'd throw herself at the horned woman and not only would he then have to pry her off the woman's ankles, but he'd be forced to apologize to her - and that thought was too distasteful to dwell on for long.
Dantalian's attention swung back to Eligos suddenly and Pyrrhic's heart dropped. He nudged her with a paw, then said, "Listen, do you hear that? I think I hear singing. Shall we investigate?"
When they passed by uncle Eligos, Dantalian straightened up and tried to look casual, like she wasn't about to pant herself to death. Did she look frumpy? She felt frumpy. Dantalian paused to smooth down her fur. "Listen, do you hear that? I think I hear singing. Shall we investigate?" She whipped back around to look up at her dad. He wanted to listen to singing? Normally she'd frown at the suggestion but right now she would happily settle down anywhere as long as it meant she could catch her breath. "Yeah papa let's go!"
He snapped out of his reverie quite suddenly and was almost disappointed to find himself back in the festival grounds. Meriadoc mentally shook himself - this was a good day, he was going to enjoy himself here - and then set out in search of family. At least one of his kids lurked around here, and since this was Valhalla's shindig no doubt his siblings were around too.
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She stepped through the Dancefloor of the Gods lightly, giving a timid smile to each new face whom she passed. There were so many wolves present and most of them she'd never met before, the prospect of so many new potential friends was both exhilarating and terrifying. By the time she reached Aurielle there was already a crowd forming to greet her.
Aryn was not the type to shoulder through so many strangers and her father wasn't here to escort her to the platform. Rather than butt in to give her own greeting to Aurielle the girl resigned herself to patiently waiting, casting shy glances towards the back of the alpha's heads and waiting politely for them to disperse.
Deus followed along obediently behind his uncle, father, sister, and the other members of Aerie who had decided to attend. Normally on such a long walk the boy would be inclined to wander and explore, though this time Danta had requested to walk all by herself and that was enough for Deus' attention to remain firmly upon her. He kept a protective eye upon his big sister's tiny form as they traveled, casting her a multitude of glances and stares to reassure himself that she wasn't overly exhausted. It bothered him that he was the healthier of the two and so many times had he wished he could take her tiredness away for her and that they could play together for hours like other pups got to do. One day when he got bigger he'd be able to offer her his shoulder, literally, to ride upon when she felt too drained to continue.
Eventually the group came to a stop and Deus started to let his eyes wander. The crowd was so thick that it was intimidating and Deus found himself drifting without thought towards his father's leg to find security there. Scattered amidst the many wolves were even a few pups! He'd never met a pup who wasn't his sister before, and before he knew it his tail had begun to fiercely beat against his father's leg in excitement.