(EVERYONE IS WELCOME TO POST IN THIS THREAD! MINGLE AND ENJOY THE FEAST AND TALES!)

Together, the pack worked to set up various temporary dens, tents and bonfires. The invitation had specifically stated that the storytelling would start in the evening. Chimera wouldn't expect anyone to make the trek back to their own lands so late, so he assumed that many would choose to stay the night. The area for the storytelling would be evident, however. A wide fire pit was lined with stones and wood had been burning all day to produce low flames with red hot coals. Furs and cushions were situated in the soft grass around the inviting fire.

That wasn't all that there was to this little festival, however. What kind of host would Fenmyre be without providing sustenance for their guests? The hunters of the island had been hard at work, procuring fresh meat for the gathering. a covered pavilion had been set up specifically for the feast. There were cooked meats, honeyed fruits, various types of mead, fish, seafood, vegetation... everything that could be asked for. The island mastiffs moved through, replenishing dishes as they were emptied. It seemed as though the bounty was endless.

Chimera stood and nodded to his guests. "Eat your fill and be welcome in my home," the brutes rich baritones rumbled forth. "The stories will come after we've dined and once night takes hold of the land. For now, relax, mingle, enjoy." With that, the tri-color brute's haunches folded and he seated himself once more.

"Speech"

Chimera had come to the pack with the idea of a storytelling festival and they had all pulled together to make it happen. Athena lounges on a thick, plush fur, picking at the food on plate while scanning for the wild dog of their pack. The earthen woman enjoys his presence and his chirping bark… and she hopes to share a meal with him.

As the bonfire blazes, sparks fly up and out, trying to race away into the heavens. The warmth lulls her into a sense of peace and a sigh passes her lips as she has yet to spy Kione. Chimera standing has her attention snapping to him and Athena shifts, sitting up and raising her cup of mead in toast, a wide grin on her lips.

Tilting the drink toward her alpha, the woman bows her head in thanks before downing the honey mead. She sinks back onto the furs, popping a large piece of cooked beef into her mouth. A content sigh passes her lips as one of the large mastiffs brings another jar of mead to her. How many is this? Two? Three? Athena’s head is beginning to feel light and a smile is on her lips as she enjoys the festivities.


"Athena Nocturna"

The borders of Fenmyre have been open to the Hallows wolves but Fern has not visited the pack yet. A storytelling festival had been announced and the gray woman was eager to hear what tales others weave and to also meet members of the neighboring pack. Fern had convinced Rudyard to accompany her and the pair have claimed a wide fur that fits them both comfortable. The newlyweds cling to each other in a lovey-dovey way that only newlyweds seem to find.

Fern reclines into the motley gray man that is now her mate and a loving smile rest on her lips. It seems she only has eyes for him as the pair eat from the plentiful feast that has been provided. The leader, Chimera, stands and nods to his guests and the gray woman looks to him, lifting her goblet of wine in toast. Once he is done talking, Fern downs the wine before snuggling closer to Rudyard. A happy sigh is expelled as she plays with his paw, enjoying the fact that they are now mates.


"Fern Lark"

Lucette had caught wind of a storytelling festival and curiosity had taken hold of her. As a loner, she was curious about what she could learn from such an event, and she hoped to tell her own tale to the little ones. It was a tale that was passed down about Charis, the female twin of death, and though the idea of death might seem scary to some, she hoped to tell the tale in a way that would be easy for the little ones to understand, as well as enjoyable. The femme arrived at Fenmyre’s borders and easily found herself welcomed for the festivities. It was a wonderful, truth be told, and she was looking forward to seeing what tales others had to tell as well. Her gaze shifted to the chimeric alpha, the leader of the pack and this festival, as he addressed all that were present. Once the toast was complete, the younger woman chose to partake in water rather than any sort of alcohol due to her age, she decided to approach him, offering a gentle smile. “It is kind of you to allow us into your pack, thank you.” The yearling was grateful that he’d been kind. Much like Corbie had been. It had her wondering even more if she and Bae-Syl should join a pack after all. They seemed kind of nice… though she did wonder what that meant for her wanderlust. She decided to push that thought away and continued the conversation. “What made you decide to hold a festival of this sort? Is it tradition among your family, perhaps?” "Talk, 'Think.'

Dalila was surprised when Chimera decided to host a festival within their lands, but she was happy to have an evening to enjoy with everyone and she was very excited to hear the kind of stories that everyone came up with. She had never heard of a story telling event like this before and it was kind of nice to have something more calm and peaceful to look forward to rather than the usual tournaments that tended to pop up at these kinds of things. She lingered nearby with Ruse while everyone began to gather, reminding her daughter to be on her best behavior, until Chimera spoke up and drew their attention. She smiled softly as she turned her pale gaze toward her love as he addressed the crowd, inviting everyone to eat and enjoy.

As he reclined back again she nodded for Ruse to go take her pick from the buffet of delicious food that was available to them. "Get some of the honied fruit for me, please," she told her, giving Ruse a quick kiss on the cheek before she moved to find a comfortable place by the fire, settling down into one of the plush furs near Chimera and giving him a smile. She gave the russet hued girl that approached him a curious glance and a friendly smile before turning her gaze to Ruse to take the bowl of fruit that was brought to her, taking a bite with a soft hum of delight while she leaned into her daughter's side.

"Dalila Vista Kline"

As soon as she heard that there was going to be a contest for telling stories she had been letting her wild imagination run loose, thinking of the most outlandish and fantastical stories that she could tell! The problem came when she had to start deciding which one she would use–and narrowing it down so that she wouldn't be telling a story all night long. She walked with her mother to the Dam as some other wolves started to gather, but she was too deep in thought as she tried to piece together some threads of story to really look around at who all was there or what was going on until her father spoke to direct them all to enjoy the feast. She blinked a couple of times as she refocused on the present instead of the wild world she was concocting.

She glanced over to her mom as she kissed her cheek and requested some of the honied berries, replying with a nod before she obediently trotted over to the collection of various meats, fruits, and vegetables to pick from. Getting the bowl of fruits that had been drizzled with honey was easy enough and that sat at her paws for a long moment while she contemplated what to pick up for herself. Eventually she settled on a half of a rabbit that had been roasted and smelled delicious and she took her finds back over to where her mother had settled and sat the food in front of them, trying to catch her father's gaze to give him a grin before she dug into her meal and began thinking through her story again.

"Rusalka Alondra Klein"

Word had been given to Elysium that Fenmyre is holding a tale weaver festival and the brothers blue had decided that, of course, they were going! They had picked a large, plush fur to share and Ricin had immediately gone for the buffet. Plates piled high with food surround the blue boys and the eat to their hearts content. They had even taken some honey mead to enjoy! Heck, the boys are moving up in the world and, sice they are practically adults, they want to indulge!

Ricin stretches, rolling slightly to the side to take some pressure off his full stomach and leans into Chade. A yawn splits his maw and the boy swears off the mead until after the storytelling part. The King of Fenmyre stands, welcoming them and, once his small speech is done, the light blue boy lifts his mug of mead in celebration before tipping it back. Heck, this stuff is so good! Head swims as he downs more of the drink, a soft giddiness taking over as he giggles while leaning against his brother. This is so much fun!


"Ricin Dauner"

The journey south into Auster had been a pleasant one with no issue. Accepting the invitation to go to the Tale Weaver Fest with Venom down in Fenmyre lands, Celeste looked forward to seeing more of the Auster continent. Arriving at Aspen Dam, she could smell the luxurious meats and sweet fruits from afar. Listening to the crackle of fires and murmur of voices, the petite fae approached the gathering with wide aquamarine eyes. Wolves of all sizes and colors lounged around as one dire male stood to address them. Feeling a tad out of place at first, she stood off to the side while Chimera spoke. Once the King had finished his speech, she nodded respectfully in his direction before taking another glance around. It was odd for her to feel so awkward when she was normally the social one! Yet, she didn't know anyone here and wasn't sure how similar these wolves were in comparison to the ones back in Ashen. Hesitating before moving over to a spread of food and drink, Celeste tenderly grabbed a small vessel of mead and a nice portion of honied fruit and meat. Hoping the drink would help loosen her nerves, she took a swig before turning toward the coal-burning pits. Not yet seeing anyone who was quite unattached to someone else, Celeste moved to an open space and took a seat with her tail wrapping neatly around her haunches. Hopefully someone would come to chat with her!

Aliana had been so pleased to hear Chimera wanted to open up Fenmyre to a celebration of stories to the public, the first time in the pack's history their borders had been opened like this. She was proud of her mate for putting together the event and the maturing he'd gone through from how he had been when she'd first been purchased for him to now. The new Chimera Klein was a leader to be respected and admired. Joining the feast a little while after to allow their guests time to arrive and settle in, the clouded queen sidled up alongside her behemoth king, laying herself out on her belly at his side on one of the many furs while their guests enjoyed Fenmyre's bounties. She took an offered piece of grilled fish from one of the mastiffs and a cup of mead from another, eating and drinking while she reclined into the warmth of her mate's side. She hoped more of their children would soon join in the festivities. Aliana did worry about her boys, wondering if being more sociable would do them some good.

"Aliana Cadence Kline"

All You Have Is Your Fire...

Pyralis had mulled over the idea of going to Fenmyre's festival like an old bone. Rolling the invitation over with her tongue before crunching down with ehr teeth. She'd go. It could be a trap but what did she really have to lose? If anything she was in a race toward her passing, seeking some shred of control. She wanted to go in battle or at least in some way other than old age and disease.

So Pyralis packed a few things, called to her companions, and headed out toward the pack the pirates had once raided. As she neared the location of the feast the scents of food and those gathered grew stronger until she arrived amongst the gathering. She eyed the delicious looking meal spread out for those assembled but restrained herself from simply digging right in. Instead she moved toward Chimera.

"Greetings, thanks for the invitation and glad to know there are no hard feelings about the raid. Though I'm sure being the victor helped." She winked at the man.

Kione wasn’t one to miss out on a bunch of fun!  The painted wolf with his large ears, shorter coat of bright colors, and long legs could stand out on looks alone but when he laughed it was like someone had set loose a bunch of birds chirping that seemed good at catching attention as well.

He had thought to share a story of his distant past when he’d lived with his own family.  The bitter-sweet memory did not belong at this party though so he would have to come up with something else.  Perhaps tales of the souls stuck in the sky?  That might work.

The wild dog headed to the food, prancing along and snagging himself a tasty-looking piece of meat. His gaze swept around, spotting various members of his family and the strangers that also had shown up to share in the merriment.  Life was good.

"Kione"

It had been a fun trip down.  Once more it was a trip of just Ricin and Chade but this time was different.  The two wolves crossed the map as adults who were more than capable of caring for themselves.  Chade had helped them grab some food along the journey and Ricin had chosen the best route.  Chade had left Swift at home just to be safe when surrounded by so many wolves they didn’t know.

The party was an amazing sight and Chade had prepared a story for the evening.  As Ricin found them a pelt Chade had been sure to dip his head in a nod to their host, “Thanks for letting us visit and share in the fun.”  

Grinning at Ricin who was so clearly and empathically enjoying himself Chade joined him at the food table, grinning at all the assortment of food.  He still glanced about at the others present before choosing their food.  There were many wolves he had not met yet but Chade noticed everyone seemed happy and enjoying themselves.  That was always a good sign.  He grinned at his joyous brother.  “Careful.  When I get home I might have a new story to tell of the trouble my overly drunk brother found.  It’ll be a great comedy piece.” It was all in jest, the whole place had them both in a good mood.


"Chade"

Rudy hardly knew Chimera but the packs were on excellent terms and he knew Art seemed to be friends with the interestingly colored alpha.  Fern had wanted to come and Rudy imagined it was a good idea to accept an invite from their allies.  Maybe help cement a bond with them and others in the pack.  Besides, Fern wanted to be here.  Rudy smiled at Fern, giving a lick at the side of one ear as she lay next to him.

Rudy hadn’t brought a goblet with her to their furs but after Fern drank from her goblet Rudy borrowed her goblet, helping out by downing the contents.  His eyes spotted Pyrallis, a bit of sour distaste in the back of his throat but Rudy sighed out his distaste.  Chimera had specifically announced all would be welcome so Rudy had no right to question who could show up.

"Speech"