Raylan was certainly enjoying himself at this festival, finding comfort in all the excited faces and delicious smells in the air. His large form easily strolled through the crowds, not exactly pushing the other wolves out of the way, but definitely not putting any effort into not getting in anyone's way. It was their choice to be squished or not. He saw a brightly rainbow coloured booth, and a large grin appeared on his face as the coydog called out for sexy bitches to play the game. Lumbering over, he eyed the coydog briefly, before picking up one of the darts in his paw, gently testing the sharpness of the tip. Surely it wouldn't be too difficult to hit one of the sparkly balloons, but either way it would be nice to just have some fun. And so with as steady of an aim as he could have, given his lack of dexterous paws, Raylan chucked the dart at the balloons, tip of his tongue sticking out in deep concentration.

The cowdog claps his paws together happily. ”Oooo so exciting! Come on over here, gorgeous, and we’ll see what you’ve won!” He plucks the little paper from where the balloon once was, reading the text there.

He hands you a cool looking mask.

Amethyst Mask: a delicate looking festival mask decorated in polished amethyst. Can be used to provide a temporary defensive battle accessory for a character who doesn't have one. Breaks after one use.

Staff: Used in Prezzies for Players 2022 - nyx

Now this was more like it. It felt as though it had been AGES since Hanako had attended to a festival, and though it had been a little difficult to convince Azure to tag along to she'd managed in the end. Cause of course she did, the dire was wrapped around her pinky these days. Swimming through the crowd, Hanako's ears tipped forward as the coydog bayed out, crass as all hell but it worked like a charm as Hanako made her way over. That's all she had to do, throw some darts? She remembered how Tyrian had taught her to throw stones and figured it'd work about the same, right?

Plucking up a dart between her teeth she whipped her neck and sent it flying. Would it hit the mark off fly off track?

NPC:

The coydog claps his paws together happily. ”Oooo so exciting! Come on over here, gorgeous, and we’ll see what you’ve won!” He plucks the little paper from where the balloon once was, reading the text there.

He hands you a delicious-looking iced cake in the shape of a heart

This item provides a mystery litter pass

Staff: Transfered to CloudyNight

This wasn't really Ophie's scene but she figured she needed to leave the house for a little bit. Fumbling along, Ophie was on the prowl for something to eat but must have taken a wrong turn somewhere as the booth she was at obviously didn't serve food. Instead, wolves were tossing darts, aiming to piece balloons in order to win a prize. Did food count as a prize? Maybe, it was worth a shot. Grabbing a hold of a dart, Ophie wiggled her bum as she took aim and YEETED it as hard as she could. It was fun, kinda.

Speech

NPC:

The coydog shakes her head regretfully, giving you a sympathetic look. ”Too bad, sugar. Keep practicing and y’all come back and try again next year.” With a sigh of disappointment she turns back to watching the other players.

Azzurra was a bit overwhelmed as she walked through the carnival, looking from one brightly colored, loud stand to another as she went. She didn't often come up this way, not that she was in Boreas much at all these days, but surely this wasn't always here, right? If not then where did it come from? One loud carnival stand worker in particular got her attention and she watched from a distance for a while as a few wolves answered his beaconing to come up and throw a dart at a balloon. She didn't know if she really had this "skill" he was talking about for it, but when the red and white brindled coydog's sights zeroed in on her she felt pressured to approach the counter uncertainly. Her mismatched ears flicked as she looked at the dart before taking it and trying to figure out how to throw it correctly. Thinking here goes nothing to herself, she threw the dart, sapphire gaze following its path toward the back wall.

"Azzurra"

NPC:

The coydog claps his paws together happily. ”Oooo so exciting! Come on over here, gorgeous, and we’ll see what you’ve won!” He plucks the little paper from where the balloon once was, reading the text there.

She hands you a coupon for a companion matchmaking service.

Companion’s Sweetheart: allow the matchmaker to find a perfect match for one of your companions! A bonded pair of companions allows you a third companion slot as long as it is the same species as one of your existing companions.

Staff: Transferred to Joe, used here

Hyacinth stumbled around the Carnival, he bumped into random wolves as he passed, he stopped to try one particularly appealingly savory smelling snack and he skipped away to throw up behind one of the booths. Now Hyacinth loved himself a good old-fashioned get-together, and even in his incredibly inebriated state the man was having a great time. Might as well make him a further menace to society right? He wobbled his way over to the booth with the rainbow canopy, flashed the coydog who manned it a grin and a wink and then took up a sharp throwing impliment. Popping a balloon didn't seem all that bad, but well, even when he was sober Hyacinth wasn't exactly the most focused wolf so he probably wasn't much of a crack shot. Still that wasn't about to stop him, as he jerked his head to try and throw his very dangerous sharp weapon.

"Speech!"

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The cowdog claps his paws together happily. ”Oooo so exciting! Come on over here, gorgeous, and we’ll see what you’ve won!” He plucks the little paper from where the balloon once was, reading the text there.

He hands you a delicious-looking iced cake in the shape of a heart

This item provides a mystery litter pass

Staff: Used in Prezzies for Players 2022 - nyx

Excitement bubbles inside Fern, adding some extra bounce to her steps as she walks through the carnival. Coydog call out around her, pulling her attention from one colorful booth to the next. Rudy and Fern make their way to the gaming booths and a particularly flamboyant one with glittery balloons has the gray girl leaving Rudy’s side to step up and try her luck. The line isn’t terribly long and Fern soon finds herself at the front. Looking to booth’s operator, she happily chirps, “Wish me luck!” before turning her focus to the colorful, glittery inflatables. Reaching down, Fern picks up a dart between her toes, pickling it up and pulling her leg back in anticipation of the throw. Squinting her eyes, tongue sticking out the side of her mouth in concentration, the gray girl takes time to try and lines up her shot. Taking a deep breath, she hurls the dart toward the balloons. Anxious eyes turning to the coydog, waiting to see if she has won anything.

"Rudyard & Fern"

The cowdog claps his paws together happily. ”Oooo so exciting! Come on over here, gorgeous, and we’ll see what you’ve won!” He plucks the little paper from where the balloon once was, reading the text there.

Tiger Mask: a festival mask in the shape of a fierce golden tiger. Looking at it fills you with courage. Can be used to provide a temporary offensive battle accessory for a character who doesn't have one. Breaks after one use.

Staff: note when used

Rudy was enjoying the festival with Fern.  The place was upbeat enough he would have enjoyed it even alone but it was that much better with Fern beside him.  He stepped away from her for a few moments, excusing himself to look at the dart game.  A broad grin came to the wolf, more than ready to try his paw at the darts.  "I got this"

The notion of getting a lovely prize to offer to Fern was at the top of his mind.  A cheery nod to the coydog and Rudy picked up one of the darts, trying to balance it on his paws before flinging it at the a red balloon.  His nub of a tail swayed back and forth quickly, glancing back to where he’d left Fern, then back again to see about a prize.  Hopefully?

"Rudyard & Fern"

The cowdog claps his paws together happily. ”Oooo so exciting! Come on over here, gorgeous, and we’ll see what you’ve won!” He plucks the little paper from where the balloon once was, reading the text there.

He hands you a bottle of some strange-looking liquid.

Scar Remover: just what it says on the bottle… this potion removes a scar, even if it was caused by a maim fight (no, it does not restore lost extremities)

Staff: note when used

He had waited for her the morning that the Habari wolves were to set off for the carnival and so she had broken off from the group to trail behind alongside him, chatting and catching up since their time apart. Fortune was beginning to feel a bit of a strange feeling in her chest when she was around the burly young man, but kept her feelings to herself despite the pressing glances from her mother and siblings.

As they strolled through the carnival and bounced between stalls and watching others play the games, Fortune finally settled on playing the game with the silly coydog. She giggled at his banter and reached for a dart after being instructed about the game. After watching so many others, she figured she had the hang of it and moved to send the dart sailing towards the wall of balloons. If she was lucky, maybe she'd win!

"Fortune Speech!"
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The cowdog claps his paws together happily. ”Oooo so exciting! Come on over here, gorgeous, and we’ll see what you’ve won!” He plucks the little paper from where the balloon once was, reading the text there.

He hands you a delicious-looking iced cake in the shape of a heart.

Pup mutation pass: this pass gives a pup born on site any two minor mutations at birth without needing to inherit either of them from their parents.

Staff: used on Morte for whip-like tail and elongated tail fur

Briar walked through the unusual carnival alongside Artorias, smiling while she took in all the sights and sounds. There was so many options of things to do that she didn't know what to participate in first. She had heard word of a tournament happening at some point with pairs of wolves so she assumed that she and Artorias would be taking part in that at least, but there was still so many options of games! Her turquoise gaze landed on a booth where a wall of balloons was standing at the back, some already popped and dangling from the glittered wall. The charismatic coydog called them over and she looked to Artorias with a shrug before walking up to take her shot at it—literally. She took the dart offered to her and threw it at the balloon that she picked as her intended target, her braided tail wagging gently behind her.

"Briar Fatalis"

The cowdog claps his paws together happily. ”Oooo so exciting! Come on over here, gorgeous, and we’ll see what you’ve won!” He plucks the little paper from where the balloon once was, reading the text there.

He hands you a basket wrapped in a nice pelt.

Date Night Kit: Some candles, some alcohol, a warm pelt to snuggle up on, this goodie basket will ensure you and your SO have a romantic night to yourselves. Contains a season breeding pass and one extra pup slot for a single litter for a total of four pups possible for loners and six for pack wolves.

Staff: note when used

The proud prince was mostly here at the promise of the fighting tournament.  Mort and Kotori would surely be able to best anyone they came up against.  Heck, they’d even beat dad and Azure if they ever got to a match-up.  It would make sense after all that both should end up in finals.

Kotori pranced up to the dart game, eyeing the setup.  It seemed simple enough.  Carefully he picked up the dart with his teeth, trying to make it nice and balanced.  He winked to the coydog, twisting his head around, the muscles tensing up then held for a few seconds before swinging his head back to face the balloons and letting the dart fly.  He couldn’t aim all that well this way but there were enough balloons surely he’d hit one?  Kotori imagined it would look pretty snappy if he was able to pop one that way.  No one had to know it would be luck.


"Kotori Fatalis"

The cowdog claps his paws together happily. ”Oooo so exciting! Come on over here, gorgeous, and we’ll see what you’ve won!” He plucks the little paper from where the balloon once was, reading the text there.

He hands you a delicious-looking iced cake.

This item provides a mutation pass

Staff: note when used

Word of the carnival for Love Day had spread south to Auster, and Artorias knew it would be the perfect opportunity for him to spend some quality time with Briar. There were so many wolves from all walks of life enjoying the festivities with their friends and significant others, it was delightful to see. The Aegis walked alongside his Queen through the brightly colored booths manned by strange looking canines, the smell of fried foods and roasted meats wafting through the air and making his mouth water. Although Artorias was far more interested in seeking out the tasty treats, Briar led him over to a booth staffed by a peculiar flamboyant character catcalling every wolf that walked their way. He eyed the wall of balloons, watched Briar take her throw, then stepped up to the booth himself. He smiled and gave the carnie coy dog a wink before taking aim and tossing the dart at the wall of balloons.

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian"

The cowdog claps his paws together happily. ”Oooo so exciting! Come on over here, gorgeous, and we’ll see what you’ve won!” He plucks the little paper from where the balloon once was, reading the text there.

He hands you a delicious-looking iced cake.

This item provides a mutation pass

Staff: Transferred to Shelby, Used here

A game of skill-- Hazel liked the sound of that! With Mortis in tow, the red and pale pup bounded forward towards the striped tent. There was a brilliant sort of glimmer in her green eyes. Games were fun, and she'd just have to be the best at them. Maybe she could even get Bas to play too. They should have time before their entry into the fighting tournament. Speaking of Bas, where was he? Ugh, boys, always wandering off. Whatever, she'd find him sooner or later, and she had Mort to play with! With confident steps she walked to the line to take her shot. With a keen eye and as much focus as she could muster, Hazel took her throw. "D'ya think I made it?" Hazel squinted at the board. With so many darts flying, it was hard to tell which one was hers.

"Speech"

The cowdog claps his paws together happily. ”Oooo so exciting! Come on over here, gorgeous, and we’ll see what you’ve won!” He plucks the little paper from where the balloon once was, reading the text there.

He hands you a cool looking mask.

Tiger Mask: a festival mask in the shape of a fierce golden tiger. Looking at it fills you with courage. Can be used to provide a temporary offensive battle accessory for a character who doesn't have one. Breaks after one use.

Staff: note when used

Chrystelle wandered aimlessly through the stalls, weaving her way though all the other wolves that had come from all around to attend the carnival. Since they were staying close by they and seen the carnival come to be seemingly overnight and somehow word got around Boreas and Auster very quickly. She had never seen this many wolves all in one place before and in was kind of overwhelming for someone like her. She was about to turn and go back to their dens when she glanced over at a booth where wolves were throwing darts at balloons. It seemed like a fairly easy, low stakes game and she figured if she had come out here and stayed this long she might as well try to get a prize to take back with her. She shyly took the dart from the coydog and fumbled with it for a moment before she finally gave it a toss, hoping that she even managed to reach the board of balloons.

"Chrystelle"

The cowdog claps his paws together happily. ”Oooo so exciting! Come on over here, gorgeous, and we’ll see what you’ve won!” He plucks the little paper from where the balloon once was, reading the text there.

He hands you a delicious-looking iced cake in the shape of a heart

This item provides a mystery litter pass

Staff: note when used

A party-- Jack was always down for a party. A party, a festival, whatever you wanted to call it. The hustle and bustle, it had to be good. All of it had to be good. Her eyes sparked, a bit of madness glimmering within them. Madness, magic, merriment-- all of it. She was grinning, taking in all of the sights and sounds of the place. Too many beautiful creatures, too little time. She couldn't help but positively live for all of it. The tents seemed to be filled with games. A gambler by nature, Jack couldn't help but take interest. What a shame there was no one around that she could place a bet with. Ah, it was fine though. With a brassy chuckle, Jack picked up one of the darts. Yes, this would do quite nicely. Damn, maybe if she poked herself with one of these sumbitches, she could get a pretty healer to come patch her up. Nah, that was too obvious, not her style. She cocked her head to the side and narrowed her eyes for a moment before drawing back and firing away at one of the balloons. Ready, steady, fire away bitches.

The coydog shakes his head mournfully when your dart fails to pop a balloon. ”Oh my poor darling! Better luck next time!” He quickly turns back to cajoling more carnival-goers to his booth.

Those that had come, had done so as a unit. It was usually too hot for them in the lower reaches of the continent, but there was no keeping the brawling sorts away from a fight-- or a competition. Sanngriðr couldn't help herself. There was something way too exciting about taking up arms, and there was something even more exciting about beating others. Well, not beating but... yeah, no, okay, beating. A wild glimmer in her eye, she took in the world around her. There were a few familiar faces scattered about, but those weren't of interest-- not yet. No. There were games. Sanngriðr jabbed her brother with an elbow and tossed her head in the direction of the darts. Ah yes. They took off together in that direction, both grinning. Wordlessly, Sanngriðr picked up a dart. Hmm. The concept seemed simple enough. Closing one eye in an effort to perfect her aim, the valkyrie reared back and gave it a throw. Hell yeah. SANNGRIÐR Kom och hata mig.

The cowdog claps his paws together happily. ”Oooo so exciting! Come on over here, gorgeous, and we’ll see what you’ve won!” He plucks the little paper from where the balloon once was, reading the text there.

He hands you a delicious-looking iced cake in the shape of a heart

This item provides a mystery litter pass

Staff: Transfered to Salt

Cináed hopped from one stall to another, watching others play the various games and trying some himself. He was mostly looking forward to the tournament later, but this was a good way to pass some time while he waited for that. He already made plans to partner up with Cerberus when the time came for the tournament since he had heard that it was going to be done in pairs so he hoped the younger boy was still going to be up for it. As he was walking around killing time he spotted a booth he hadn't noticed on his first time around, this one with balloons that were being popped with darts. With a grin he slipped up to the front, taking the dart that was offered to him and only taking a second to try and aim before he threw it at the board.

Cináed

The cowdog claps his paws together happily. ”Oooo so exciting! Come on over here, gorgeous, and we’ll see what you’ve won!” He plucks the little paper from where the balloon once was, reading the text there.

He hands you a delicious-looking iced cake in the shape of a heart

This item provides a mystery litter pass

Staff: note when used

Yes, there would be time before the tournament itself. Víðarr caught his sister's grin, and her elbow-- usch come on now. He grumbled to himself, but it was all in good fun. With a glimmering gaze, he was taking in absolutely everything. Gods it was wild. Absolutely fucking wild. That, and he loved every minute of it. It was the same wild feeling that had grown in his chest. Ah yes, wild and wonderful. As the valkyrie took off in the direction of her chosen game, he was hot on her heels. Darts. She threw first, but Víðarr didn't even take the time to see if she'd made the shot. He was way too excited. Carefully, he picked up one of the darts, making sure to keep the pointed end facing outwards. Wouldn't want to inadvertently stab himself, right? With a careful gaze, Víðarr fixed on one of the balloons, pulled back, and let the shot of his own fly. A laugh resonated in his throat as he did-- brassy, deep. This was good fun. Good fucking fun after all. VÍÐARR Ragnarök awaits.

The cowdog claps his paws together happily. ”Oooo so exciting! Come on over here, gorgeous, and we’ll see what you’ve won!” He plucks the little paper from where the balloon once was, reading the text there.

He hands you a coupon for a companion matchmaking service.

Companion’s Sweetheart: allow the matchmaker to find a perfect match for one of your companions! A bonded pair of companions allows you a third companion slot as long as it is the same species as one of your existing companions.

Staff: Used here

Outlaw the eternal roamer had found his way to the festival.  The dog wore a cowboy hat and currently had a seagull sitting atop of it.  He waited in line patiently, a friendly hello to whoever was in front and whoever was behind him.  Gosh, this looked fun.  Curiously Outlaw watched how different wolves decided how to throw the dart. When it was Outlaw’s turn he chose to hop up so that he was standing on just two paws, picking up the dart between his two paws.  Facing sideways so his shoulder faced the balloons the dog carefully took aim before using both his paws to throw the dart towards a balloon towards the edge of the bunch.  It was riskier throwing for a balloon on the edge since missing meant no chance of accidentally hitting a balloon to that side of him so probably it had the neater prize in it, right?   Outlaw didn’t mind if he won something or not, this was all for good fun so why not take a risk? Speech:"Life is but a game " Think

The cowdog claps his paws together happily. ”Oooo so exciting! Come on over here, gorgeous, and we’ll see what you’ve won!” He plucks the little paper from where the balloon once was, reading the text there.

He hands you a big fluffy stuffed bear.

Stuffed animal: This item temporarily gives an extra companion bonus for a fight

Staff: note when used

It had been quite a long time since she had left Fenmyre's territory so when the word got around that there was going to be a carnival and she saw that a lot of the other members were going she fully bribed and talked Chimera in to not only letting them go, but getting him to come with them. She knew he wasn't exactly a fan of going out around a bunch of other wolves, but there was mention of a tournament and she desperately wanted to test her fighting skills again. The last raid had been a good start and she felt like she was slowly growing more confident in her skills, but she needed something to test herself against. While they waited for that though she went around and tried out a couple of games before landing in front of a small that included trying to pop balloons. She took one of the darts as she approached the counter and with a swing of her paw she threw it with a little smile.

"Dalila Vista Rocha"

The cowdog claps his paws together happily. ”Oooo so exciting! Come on over here, gorgeous, and we’ll see what you’ve won!” He plucks the little paper from where the balloon once was, reading the text there.

He hands you a delicious-looking iced cake.

This item provides a post acceptance dire height pass

Staff: Used on Gareth Refunded 5/23/22 by nyx, used on Arcturus

The red fox hadn’t been about these parts in a while.  Staying in one spot was a hard thing when you are an adventurous fox like Bait.  Once Bait heard of this festival there was no way he’d miss out on it!  The well-groomed fox waited patiently in line, seemingly oblivious of the much larger wolves about.  If any looked thoughtfully towards him he’d give his most humble smile and politest of greetings.

Once it was his turn the fox scooped up a dart, clutching it with both his paws like a mouse he’d be playing with.  A roguish grin as he looked at the balloons, with a bit of leap in his step Bait flung his dart at the balloons.

NPC:
The cowdog claps his paws together happily. ”Oooo so exciting! Come on over here, gorgeous, and we’ll see what you’ve won!” He plucks the little paper from where the balloon once was, reading the text there.

He hands you a basket wrapped in a nice pelt.

Date Night Kit: Some candles, some alcohol, a warm pelt to snuggle up on, this goodie basket will ensure you and your SO have a romantic night to yourselves. Contains a season breeding pass and one extra pup slot for a single litter for a total of four pups possible for loners and six for pack wolves.

Staff: note when used