Harvest of Plenty [Valhallan Autumn Festival]
Open to all!!
Acere
Master Fighter (275)
Master Intellectual (245)
Knight
13+ Years
Male
126
Dragon Mod
![The Ooze Participant](/images/awards/events/TheOoze.gif)
![Legendary](/images/awards/general/Legendary.png)
![Double Master](/images/awards/general/DoubleMaster.png)
![Volcano](/images/awards/events/Volcano.png)
![Critical Fail!](/images/awards/fighting/CriticalFail.png)
![Valentines 2020](/images/awards/events/Valentines20.png)
![Christmas 2019](/images/awards/events/Christmas.gif)
![Treat 2019](/images/awards/events/Treat.png)
They would arrive later than most. Considering their territories were on opposite ends of Boreas, but arrive they did. And of course, with items they could offer for trade as well as contributions to the festival. He had brought some food to share, mostly a few seals, an elk, and a number of fish that could only be caught in the Northern waters courtesy of his nephew Cloud and Dragon. With Heloise at his side and others from Winterfell with him, they carried or pulled sleds he had built to transport goods. A festival seemed like the best place to show off Winterfell's work with armor and accessories crafted by himself or others, along with other trinkets that might gain the interest of attendees.
There were a number of wolves already present, though it seemed more might still arrive. Abaven was not here, and he wondered if he might see Shaye or Rhyme or anyone else he knew from his former pack. He stopped among the crowd before releasing himself from the harness. Shaking out his fur, he left his companions in charge of watching the wares before giving the go ahead to those who came with him to go and have some fun, but to be courteous as they were a representation of the pack. With that in mind, he moved to approach the moonstone alphess. "Hello Aurielle, thank you for inviting us to your festival. It's quite the event it seems," He noted as he had seen the various nomads milling about and the yurts that stood.
He traveled with the rest of them, head somewhat low as the throbbing of his headaches continued with the growth of the horns on his head. It seemed that each day that passed they were growing more and more, and each day he suffered a headache from it but it was less frequent. He figured once his skull stopped trying to accommodate the new horns the headaches would stop, but he wasn't quite sure when that would be. Regardless, he pressed on until they arrived at the festival and when Ace gave the go ahead for them to split off and do their own thing, he gladly obliged.
The earthen Male didn't feel wary here. Sure he had raided the pack once upon a time but those days were over and done with. He was here out of good will, and he didn't feel if it was his problem anymore if the pack still harbored ill feelings towards him for it. Ace was the alpha now, and he a loyal follower. |
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Dragon never goes anywhere without his Dragon armor, assume he is always wearing it unless otherwise mentioned! He also has a pair of seeing eye jaguars, assume they're always present unless otherwise mentioned.