A murder, a murder
05-01-2017, 05:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-01-2017, 05:46 PM by Tealah.)
Marked M for inevitable drug and alcohol use
>As the sun went down on the steppe, Chaos set out to open with a bang. He had a bit of a surprise ready, thanks to the owls' speedy wings bringing him what he needed - a hot coal lit from Mount Vulcan. A big pile of dry wood was already stacked in a circle of stones from the ruins, ready to be lit. Carefully letting the coal roll out of the sand-packed cow horn it had been stored in, he gently huffed at the coal until it was glowing, then began feeding it until the blaze was hot enough he had to move away. Throwing up his head, he gave a ululating howl. Well, if the light didn't begin to attract them, his call certainly would. Them, they, the ones who would party. He grinned... well... wolfishly, surveying his handiwork with pride. The bonfire safely caged with the ring of stones, the clay jars of alcohol still covered but ready to drink, the drugs. Oh yes, the lovely herbs he had learned from his parents, the ones that would mellow and the ones that would electrify. Yes, everything was ready. He threw his head up and laughed out loud, howling that ululating howl again to speed them on their way. ooc: Anyone interested in a party post here by the end of the day Saturday! But if you miss the deadline don't worry, you can jump in any time! There will be drinking and drugs and crowing and dancing. If your character or their companion has some form of instrument feel free to have them bring it! |
Unless otherwise mentioned as absent, assume that both Great Horned owl companions are nearby
Chaos speaks in a strong lisp, which I am usually too lazy to write