The woman agreed with him, adding a bit of booze would be a pretty good idea. He grinned her way as he worked on his own tea. ”I’ve brought an energy mixture.” A chuckle left him as he explained, having the forethought to keep himself awake when he’d normally be catching some shut eye. He could sleep tomorrow, tonight was for a good time. Iroh looked up at her, and had he not been doing the same he might have missed her lingering gaze.

He felt his cheeks flush and his heart skipped a quick beat at her attention. She was an attractive woman who knew her way around a teapot. Iroh hoped he might enjoy her company in the night. ”It’s lovely to meet you, Halla. My name is Iroh.” He told her with a wink and a grin before returning his attention to his tea. Iroh sniffed lightly at the bottle he grabbed, it smelled of.. cucumber maybe? Eh if it tasted anything like it smelled it would go well with his peppermint mixture. ”What are you doing with that?” He asked her curiously as he watched her from the corner of his eye.

She seemed a little taken aback by his sudden closeness, but Noir was nothing if not bold. The young Destruction wore an expectant smirk as she took the bottle and very much appeared to take a long draught. Noir was reckless sometimes, but he was far from stupid. He wasn’t about to go and make a fool of himself, he liked attention but not being ridiculed. It seemed his efforts were enough to garner her attention, and she thanked him for his offering of someone else’s booze. ”Always.” He rumbled back suggestively with a grin.

She accepted his closeness, but didn’t press to many more boundaries. She was suggestive in her words and with her smokey eyes. ”Is that so?” He asked her with a raised brow, pressing himself closer to her. He might have suffered a bit of tunnel vision, but he hadn’t missed seeing his sister’s entrance. A place like this was the last party he thought he’d see Theory at. Maybe she was loosening up. He didn’t care, but he did try to steal a glance from her as he winked and leaned in closer to Fel.

Without hesitation the dark Destruction reached over to offer the goddess a teasing nibble to the senstive skin of her obsidion ear. He debated a moment the merits of mounting her here for the attention of the crowd, and his sister. Noir was smart in believing he couldn’t trust the other party goers, and his sensitive bits were better protected with privacy. Theory could easily guess what he was up to. ”Wanna get away for a minute?” He whispered against her dark fur as he pulled away from her slightly.

Theory was long used to stuffing down emotional impulses - until they reared their ugly head, far more powerful than the hundreds of smaller twinges she'd shoved far out of sight. Seeing Noir, and worse than that, catching his eye as he came on to the strange (and strangely alluring - was everyone here beautiful?) female stoked a rage that she hadn't known she was capable of. It made her want to fight or scream or cry. Theo took a deep breath and bottled the feeling, condensing it down until it was a liquid hatred. There were wolves from all walks of life here. Not everyone cared about the things Abaven did. She could shout that he was a traitor, caught red-handed trying to commit sororicide, a dirty no-go coward who had run away when held responsible for his actions... but something told her that most of the wolves gathered here might just blink and turn away. Or worse, like when she'd lost her cool in front of Chaos and Tyrian when they had handed Rhythm over - they would simply look at her with barely contained pity. What a foolish child, letting her emotions get the best of her.

What could she do to hurt him that wouldn't embarrass herself or get herself killed? There was a joviality to this gathering that she didn't want to traipse on. Everyone else could have a good time - except Noir. Just as she took her first step towards the pair of dark wolves, Theo caught Thalia's gaze across the clearing. For a moment their eyes locked, wide and questioning. She knew what they both were thinking: what are you doing here? Taking a deep breath and steeling herself, she looked away from her friend and her love and approached Felicity and Noir. Remember, no one cares that he's a disgusting scoundrel.

"Oh," Theory said casually, frowning at the pair. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." The young alpha addressed only Felicity. "He's got fleas - bad. And an intestinal parasite. I caught him throwing up bile and blood just before coming down to the sand." She sidled up to Felicity's other side, brushing against her, shoulder to shoulder. Electricity ran between them. Weaker than what she usually felt with Thalia, but it was still present: an undeniable attraction. "Why don't you leave him to tend to his issues? I hear eventually the parasite will pass," she whistled long and low through her teeth, all innocence and guile, "but usually only through the anus or urethra. Yuck, huh?" Her heart was beating three thousand times per second. I'm going to ruin your fucking night, "bro."

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Darya straggled her way towards the party, to be honest, she hadn't been certain she would even go. It hadn't exactly sounded like her cup of tea, too many strangers and frankly well... she was a bit too afraid of anyone who wasn't Jupiter to do anything. But well, he was hosting this party because of the upcoming nuptials, and frankly, she was still struggling through the grief of this news and she could use a distraction and also wanted to support her friend even if she was dying inside.

So she arrived, fashionably late. She immediately sought out Jupiter, beelining through the growing crowds towards him, fighting down her desire to just glue herself to his side and hide from everyone else. Instead, she offered him a silent greeting, a dip of her head, though her eyes were wide and she was clearly stressed.

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The giant man bumped her again and then sloppily nibbled behind one of Fel's dark ears. She was used to more finesse, but this was a means to an end. Or was it? As the man asked her to come away with him, a beautiful woman approached. From the perfect markings about her eyes to the little bobbed tail upon her shapely rump, the woman was stunning. Her evening seemed to be getting better and better. The woman began to speak and Fel could instantly taste the hostility in the air. The pair obviously knew one another. As the woman spoke, the bite to her words brought the marbled fae's claret colored eyes to glittering. A smile curled upon her lips as she looked back and forth between the pair of them. Worms? Nastiness? Whether or not it was a fabrication simply to humiliate him didn't matter. The leggy dame had won herself some points. Theory brushed up against Fel and the obsidian and silver dame mimicked the tilt of head, both of them now casually inspecting the giant form that was Noir. Once the woman was done speaking, Fel arched one silver lined brow. "Are you going to take that?" She questioned the man, but didn't give him room to speak as her silken tones continued. "Of course you are. We both know that she won the day. Better luck next time." With a playful wink, Fel used the pressure of her hip to prompt Theory to her paws. With that done, she would lead the woman away from the man that seemed to offend her so. What an interesting evening indeed. "Speech"

It was her first time in such wondrous lands. The halls of Illumindyr were towering and beautiful on there own, but here in Boreas- a land she had heard much about in stories growing up- it was as if every paw step led to a new adventure of breathtakingly beautiful landscapes. On this beach of crushed obsidian that sparkled like the night sky on a moonless night, a gathering of wolves stood ahead. Zora could already feel the merriment in the air. She was not sure the reason for celebration, but she saw that it had been an open invitation, so she allowed herself to walk easily among all the beauties of the realm. Her sky blue eyes took in each wolf in full. Everyone was so beautiful! Maybe it was just the rush of seeing new faces for the first time, but Zora knew she was already in love. Several wolves paired off, taking sips of elaborate substances and casting thinly veiled bedroom eyes at one another. The open displays of affection were right up Zora's alley and she could feel her skin flush with excitement. Feeling emboldened, the small woman found a raised area and presented herself, "For any-wolf open enough, I will be offering kisses for the price of one kiss per kiss!" A playful smile curled onto her dainty maw. "However, conversation would be welcome too," she announced, fluttering her pale lashes as if to beg for some company, some wolf to come and bid her a good time. The kissing booth was now open.

After she had the dried sage mashed to her desired consistency she picked up her water skin and added a bit of water to the dried herbs. Picking up a stick she stirred the tea mixture a bit before picking up the bowl and setting it on a piece of hide then scooting it closer to the fire to heat up. "An energy mixture? What do you put in it? And it's a pleasure Iroh, not only to talk tea with you but also to enjoy the sight of you. You're quite the handsome fellow." She couldn't help herself, the words just formed in her mouth before she could stop them.

"I'm just making a little sage tea, good for the breath." She winked at him with a grin on her face.

The sounds of merriment, the smell of booze and intoxicants was enough to alert her that she had arrived. The great goddess Tor had led her here on this night, for what purpose the little priestess could not know. The Ademre might have looked stoic but beneath a slate surface the fire touched woman was bubbling with excitement. The only emotion could be seen in the way her siler eyes seemed to burn in the moonlight and the way her tongue snaked over her long saber fangs.

She looked out over the gathering, most had found their drinks but some like her had only just arrived. Her attention was immediately brought the the dreamy form of a she wolf offering kisses and conversation. Perking her ember ears the dainty she wolf approached the girl quietly. She held no smile but her paws seemed to dance in the emotional language of her people in its place.

”I might be persuaded to make a trade with someone lovely as you.” Ballad told the woman as her dark form slowed before the cloudy girl. ”My name is Ballad Pyre.” She though she recognized Chaos and more of the wolves from Fireside. Had she ever thanked them after her amnesia disappeared? Perhaps she’d have to do that tonight. Maybe that had been Tor’s purpose all along.

Lynvarr stuck to the edge of the crazy gathering. He wasn't really a party person in the usual sense but he couldn't pass up free drinks. He opted to keep himself busy and just get his kicks enjoying the summer night air and the sense of gathering. Even if he was hanging out on the fringes it still felt a bit like real socialization. Maybe he could get a feel for the wolves of Boreas this way. He set down his travois and got to work. First he needed a drink. The selection had been pretty well picked over but he found a bottle of ale and trotted back over to his spot, humming as he went. He poured a bowl and indulged in a few sips before continuing on.

Lynvarr pulled out an antler from a white tail deer. It was a smaller rack from a younger buck. He swiftly moved toward it and snatched up one of the antlers in his jaws. Setting the antler between his paws he set to work chewing off the tines that wouldn't be in the way. He was planning to make an atlatl and atlatl darts for a friend's companion. The ape would be able to use it better than he could. He made note to find himself such a companion.

In order to give his jaws a break from all the chewing he set the antler down and pulled out a straight branch from a hazel bush. He chewed on the stick stripping the branch of offshoots and leaves.

The commotion and the noise was hard to ignore to a wandering traveler but what caught Aranea's attention was the number of scents combined and she even caught a little of her own pack. Mostly in interest she would venture towards the party. The scene of the ebon beach was beautiful in it's own, and she had to admit seeing most of the happy faces around would make her feel a little joy as well. She walked into the wolves carefully, her head flicking back at forth at the multiple wolves who made conversation. She noticed a few had branched out from the large crowd and wouldn't pay much attention to them. The smell of wine and alcohol was new to her but she didn't really want to involve herself in the substance in her state of mind. Seeing as though many wolves were leaning into attraction to one another, Aranea wondered if she would stand out to anyone. But inside she figured she wouldn't. For now she'd stand just between of few coupled wolves with wandering eyes as if she were searching for something. OOC: Aranea needs to sit back and relax a little and she can be a seducer outside of her more serious tone lol Aranea is also in her heat season but obviously won't just pop her pregnant xD if you wanted to OOC plot with me you can send me a message but I have a few rules right now regarding my plots with her having babs. Walk "Talk" Think

Svala had a bundle of elderberry leaves and green inner back wrapped tight in a rabbit skin. She was carrying it back to her camp site when she ran right into a large party. What on earth? She hadn't been expecting such a large group and she was curious what the occasion was though at the same time she was too shy to ask. There were a number of fires and she spied one that was unattended. Well… maybe she could linger for a bit. Svala settled down next to the fire and pulled out a couple of ceramic bowls. She set down the rabbit skin and opened it to reveal her bounty. She took a bundle of the elder leaves and added them to one of the bowls. She then used her claws to bruise and mash the leaves. She'd need to get the tincture started to. She added the green bark to the other ceramic bowl and worked to mash it and break it so that the healing properties could more readily be absorbed into the water. "Talk" "You" Think

Káti kept to the edge of the party. He had a small bowl of white wine that he lapped at now and then as he worked. He didn't really know anyone that he could see so far and he was too nervous to go talk to anyone. Still, the atmosphere was nice. It was a warm night with plenty of drink and joyful noises in the background.

Setting down his items he pulled out a piece of antler that he wanted to work into a small knife. There was only one good way to start so Káti started chewing on it. He worked with his teeth, chewing on antler to try and work it into the proper shape. He really needed to find a better way to do this but at least he had more than one project with him, that way he could bounce between the two and give his jaws a break.

Káti dug through his bundle and pulled out a thin ash branch. He hoped to make a spear out of this. He'd seen another man making some and figured he might as well add to the growing collection. He set the spear between his paws and started to chew off some excess branches.

"Wow, someone really outdid themselves." Skælingr trotted along with his wife as they moved through the large gathering toward a nice, unattended space. He set his travois down and immediately set to work looking to make a fire. There weren't a lot of large rocks so he decided to dig a fire pit that he could put his kindling and what not into. Skælingr took his paws and immediately started scrapping to dig a pit. Every so often he looked up to see what everyone else was doing. He couldn't help but notice that some of the wolves were getting awfully close to one another. He glanced about. There wasn't a ton of privacy on the beach. He smirked. They might get to see a little action, Ragna would be so mortified! He paused in digging the fire pit as he spied a large flat rock. Carefully he scooted it over toward where he and Ragna were setting up. This would be an excellent place to do a bit of pottery. He reached in his travois and picked up a rabbit skin. Taking one side of it the skin unfurled as a clump of clay rolled out onto the stone. "Speech"

Ragna wasn't so sure about this but she decided to humor her husband as they moved off to their own little spot and he busied himself starting a fire. While he did that she pulled out a few bowls and filled them with wine. They could at least enough the summer night and the beautiful beach even if their neighbors were a bit loud. She pulled out a bundle of feverfew that she planned to use to make an infusion and a tincture.

She set out two more bowls for her crafting. In one she placed half the feverfew and she placed the rest in the other bowl. The steps were pretty similar. She picked up part of a deer's fibula in her jaws then used the end of it to mash the herbs in the bowls so that they would more readily release their healing properties into the respective substances she planned to dump in the bowls.

The first to approach was a woman of enchanting nature. Her voice emanated warmly like lasting embers from a fire within. Likewise, her delicate form was highlighted with the kiss of flames, their touch remaining in her fur like a fond memory. The colors gathered brilliantly at her paws, and her eyes bore the color of fresh ash in the morning sun. ”I might be persuaded to make a trade with someone lovely as you,” the woman said with a bow. ”My name is Ballad Pyre.” Zora's smile became soft and welcoming- a kind embrace of a smile that lit up the woman's sky eyes as she took in the other's form. "I'm Zora Sunshine Somnialis. Either name is fine." She offered her own bow, slow and calculated like she had been taught in Illumindyr. Her eyes slid softly shut, her ears tucking lightly as the grown of her head bent to face Ballad. If the woman allowed, Zora would step closer, her voice becoming a small, excited whisper, "I would love to share a kiss with you, Ballad." Her eyes sought to meet the other's for a moment before she allowed them to flutter closed, tilting her head slightly in a non-verbal invitation as her heart tumbled excitedly in her chest.

He'd been looking over his shoulder to make sure Jupiter wasn't pursuing him when out of nowhere something slammed into his chest. His planted front paws acted like a fulcrum and sent him chin first into the ground. Tyrian cursed into the sand, a small cloud billowing out from around his lips. It took him a moment to pry his fangs free but when he did he was on his feet in an instant and fixing Talon with a withering look. "I'm not leaving," he said tartly while brushing the sand out of his chest fur. "Just putting some space between me and Jupiter so I don't have to fight that drunken monkey." Speaking of. His head snapped around in search of Jupiter. Thankfully he seemed to be busy harassing a small black and red woman.

Tyrian gave Talon a look and sought to thump him on the chest with a paw. "Try not to run anyone else over, eh?" Distracted or not, there still wasn't enough distance between him and Jupiter. A bit calmer now than he was when he'd first gotten free of Jupiter, Tyrian slipped away from Talon in search of something to do.

He was loving his dainty little scarf. She smelled nice and felt nice across his shoulders. Like a warm, sweet smelling blanket. It was nice. He needed to pick up strangers more often. "I meant it, lovely. Hop off whenever or, ya know, spend some time with me. I don't bite unless you're into that." Jupiter started to weave through the gathering wolves, noting who was doing what and how much of it. If he could retain any of what he was seeing he planned on trying to use as much of it as he could later. There were a lot of awfully beautiful looking wolves present.

Jupiter spied Darya and grinned drunkenly at her. "Darya," he enthused warmly while trying to throw his arm over her shoulder like he had Tyrian's. She was a smidge taller so after lifting his arm and noting 1) how high the reach was and 2) that he'd likely upset his blanket, he aborted the side hug and opted instead to slap her shoulder. "I'm glad you could come. There's a lot of pretty people here. Like, for example, this lovely." He twisted around to motion at Rava. "Lovely, this is Darya. And Darya, this is Lovely."

To Darya, he said, "Today's the day we find out what you're into, eh? It's like Christmas, honestly. Tell me, what do you want? I'll get it for ya, cross my heart." It occurred to him that she probably hadn't had a drink yet. He threw up a paw and made a shushing motion. "Don't answer yet." His head snapped around in search of a container. Spying one, he drug it over and thrust it at Darya's feet. "Drink this and think on it, okay?"

Svala carefully used one of her paws to scrape the fat and suet she'd brought with her into the bowl. She got as much as she could and then licked at her paws t clean them. With the fat added she took a stick and mashed the fat and the leaves together, looking to get everything well mixed. She gave the concoction a quick sniff and nodded lightly to herself. Yes, this looked and smelled right. She scooted the bowl onto a piece of raw hide and dragged it over to the fire so the long end of the rawhide was facing away. Svala turned her attention to the tincture, pausing long enough to take stock of the party. It seemed even more wolves were coming to join. Perhaps she ought to start making a bunch of tea after this. With so much booze readily available the party goers were going to get terribly dehydrated. It was then she noticed there wasn't any food. Goodness! All this drinking on an empty stomach, they were going to make themselves sick. She shook her head and pulled out a bottle of water and a small jar of wine as well as an empty bottle. Inside the empty bottle she put in some green elder bark. "Talk" "You" Think

A little bit of Goats Head. A little bit of Saffron. A pinch of Fenugreek and a dash of Red Ginseng. Yes, that should get the blood pumping and the libido limber. The body would be willing and able if she'd gotten her measurements correct, which she always did. The small woman padded inconspicuously through the gathering of wolves. Her tiny stature and her dark coloring left her mostly unnoticed. It was a good thing too, considering how she was spiking their drinks. The young woman had followed her brother here simply because she followed her siblings everywhere. Today Percy had been her compass. Now here they were. The moment she realized what sort of party this was turning into, the flash of an idea sparked within the lady's mind. Why not try out her newest love potion? To keep the experiment pure, those ingesting the potion shouldn't know what they're drinking. So she went around and tipped bits of the liquid into various bottles, carafes and skins. There was a big cart situated a in the center of the gathering. It would be the perfect place to observe and take notes. The monochromatic dame lowered herself, curling up beneath the cart. Her dark body melded with the shadows and made her a little difficult to see unless you were specifically looking. Now, all she had to do was wait and watch. "Speech"

The party on the horizon called to not one, but multiple members of the Aracari family. Percy had ran ahead with Cicero not far behind him, Hyperion was lagging behind with Artisan himself and he was sure he'd see Lorikeet trailing up from behind soon. As for the others he didn't know where they'd run off to, though more then likely they'd find themselves at the party sooner or later.

It had been quite some time since Artisan had seen so many wolves all gathered together in the same place and damnit did he intend on taking advantage to replenish his sentimental collection. From each wolf whom the brightly marked man spent an evening with, he'd dedicate some time to finding a stone that matched the color of their pelt. Some individuals had colors harder to replicate then others, but he always found something suitable in the end. Each stone would be filed down and with a hole drilled through the middle, laced onto braided strands of cord and tied securely around his ankles. On their journey to Boreas he had lost his growing collection, though after a period of moping had decided that perhaps this new land deserved a new start.

Cicero caught his eye rather easily, while the greyscale sibling would blend in to new eyes, Artisan found it hard for his gaze to not occasionally touch upon his siblings. She looked like she was being rather sneaky so he'd leave her - for now - to head towards where a wolf was announcing a trade of kisses.

Artisan stepped lightly towards her and the firey woman with whom she was bargaining, a warm smile upon his thin muzzle. It seemed an exchange was to happen, and so he waited as any polite man would until the kiss was exchanged. To the advertiser he spoke first. "I've travelled such a long way to get here." He began, his paw lifting to his chest to emphasize his hardships dramatically. "A kiss from a lady as beautiful as you would surely energize me for the night to come."

Then to the woman who's coat shone black and red (and before she had the chance to flee) he spoke once more. "Two kisses would surely be better than one, though I won't judge if you have eyes only for her." His muzzle gestured towards Zora as he mentioned her, though his dual-colored gaze bounced off each woman equally. The wolves of Boreas sure knew how to throw a get-together.