[event] I don't wanna be you anymore,

Hello everybody! Today is the day for the Floret Fest, during so is a celebration of life for the mother who gave birth ; that mother currently is Celnes! It will be the first time her children are outside of the den, and are welcomed into the world. This event is repeated for anybody within the group that gives birth,

Typically females are adjourned with flowers, and males are adjourned with antlers found about the forest, opposites are completely fine!

There is no posting order. This is the MAIN thread, but feel free to make smaller, separate threads for the day. It is NON Mandatory.

The Nighwalkers are also welcomed to this event!

Take note; no deer or elk hunting allowed.

@Warwick @Rohesia @Maral @Melrose @Calhoun @Vermillion @Aldritch @Edith @Teodora @Calliope @Buck @Remus @Vaskian @Vivian @Corliss @Cynefrid @Isabella @Niklaus @Vengeance @Aries @Fergus @Morag @Almight @Caine @Reed @Betelgeuse @Maeve @Ravaryn @Amata @Grumble

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There was a unsaid silence between the Elkshire wolves concerning the events of a meeting, as it was only a few days ago. The announcement of those who ran, and the small newly, created 'hit list' of them now, a banishment, toward those who betrayed. Oh part of her nearly forgotten the festival she had promised, and even if she had no desire to continue it... The Queen already told Vengeance, and suspected his group would be slowly emerging between the trees. She told them though, adjourn yourself in what the customs may be.

Find the antlers that fell from the mighty ones, and the flowers before fall completely ascends to the forest. She also had a few, though deadly as it was, a spider lily hanging near her ear. Plucked by herself, did she take only one. Some may of protested, her cousins desiring to coat in the beauty of reds and whites ; but Célnes politely rejected.

"Come now," did the Queen push her children, who were only newly walking. Words were difficult, they could produce noises that were less then crying, but still, they could not communicate. The very least now they started to move, some more rambunctious then the others.. With all eight as well, at times it proved to be troublesome. At least she had the help of the elk, Vaskian, who whenever she would disappear for some moments to deal with business, he would be their entertainment. Likewise, she often requested the poet to babysit them of sorts.

At the time, she requested the two, to guide the puppies near the Queen's Staircase. They would not be able to climb ontop though, their small legs would not permit. Though she glided up so, an eye to everyone who started to wander into their lands. A free border, for the time being, as the festival, was to begun.

"Welcome Nightwalkers to Elkshire," Célnes said with a greeting toward them, "today is the Elkshire Floret Fest, a celebration of the new life that has been given. I am today introducing to the Princess's and Prince's of these forests ; Warwick, Edith, Melrose, Rohesia, Calhoun, Vermillion, Maral and Aldritch."

Within order did she announce them, below the staircase they held closely to.

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i definitely did not forget maral and place edith twice

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Vermillion never left the den, but she watched the blurrs that gradually settled into an image upon the outside. Sometimes she could see other beings cross around, peak in as their mother spoke of words yet understood. She often daydreamed, looking out and her unsteady legs heading toward, before being scooped back inside. Thus, the attempts had long stopped when the child was already stopped once, even if she could not hear mothers scolding, it almost felt.. Bad. Hearing the tension rise just a bit with a cooling tone, almost heartless to be exact. In those moments she would cower back into her mothers bosom, before hearing a long sigh escape.

Curious blues, eyes that had yet to form he red it would shine. She was being pushed out of the den alongside with her siblings, legs often wobbled as she was being guided.. Though Vermillion wanted to wander off, the adults around her didn't let her, and surprisingly so, she listened. Her eyes though never took off the unfamiliar surroundings, blurr as it was, it occasionally cleared up.. Her head continued to face upwards, sometimes bumping into another sibling, or an adult that walked with.

She would whine, but then forced back up. Her legs were tired! Vermillion wanted to lay down and they refused to give that right. Only finally when they arrived, she sprawled onto a pile of leaves. Unsteady though, and face-first into the pile. She begun wailing.

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 Ever since he heard there were witches around, he had been verrrry careful not to piss anyone off. He didn't want to get cursed and burst into flames after all!

 The lanky boy trotted towards the big ol stairs the queen had told them to come to for the party. He loved parties! He couldn't remember the last time he'd been to one that wasn't just his parents and his little siblings and him, but he remembered liking them. Or maybe those were hunts. Oh well. He'd found some antlers lying around and had tried to toss 'em over his shoulders, but they were pinching him and making him a little itchy. How come he couldn't wear little flowers or something that wouldn't pinch or tug at his fur like this?

 He looked at the ladies of the pack with envy, giving a little squeak as the antler pinched his shoulder again. Did they sharpen these things? He sighed then took a big breath and tried to make himself as presentable as he could. After all, there were going to be strangers around and he wanted to look as good as possible for Elkshire! With so many witches being around, he figured he'd have to keep an eye out in case any of their visitors were secretly witches.

 When the queen talked about the festival, he tried to mouth along with what she was saying. Florest Fest. Floral Flest. Floret Fest? Then he'd mouth along the puppies names. Warewick, Eydeth, Malerose, Rohay-see..uh, Calhooon, Vermeeleeown, Eyde- wait, didn't she say Eydeth already? Aledreech. If she said Eydeth already, then that was... seven? Where was the eighth? What was its name?

 He panted happily anyway, though his eyes were squinted in his mental battle.

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This was the large brute's first time in another's territory but her own since she joined the Nightwalkers. It made her nervous, fearing of being an outsider again, of getting nipped and snarled at to leave. The situation itself was just weird, they had flowers and antlers sported on, @Amata  seeming to enjoy the new throne she had on top of Grumble. She trailed silently behind father, not daring to get into his space. Normally she would have stayed very close to @Almight, but ever since the border incident she had not been talking to him. Her first complicated social situation, she didn't know what to say or do to make it better and should she even bother when her heart still felt so heavy? He didn't care about their pack or anyone here. Grumble's head started drooping until she realized Amata was on her and if she lowered her head any further the pup would fall.

Quickly lifting her head back up, she realized they had just arrived to their destination. As a stranger wolf gave a speech she found herself trying to make sense of the words. New life? Princes and princesses? She just couldn't wrap her head around it. She had no idea why the hell they were here but hopefully it was for food or to hunt.

OH MY GOD THERE'S A DEER-wait, no, its just another wolf with antlers, how cruel... Grumble stared at Buck with hunger, drool pouring out of her mouth. He looked more tasty than the others due to his brown fur and the fact he was a stranger. Was this a test? Maybe he was a deer in disguise after all and they were suppose to eat him. She proceeded to creep closer to the wolf as she tried to figure out if he was food and would continue to get closer throughout the event unless someone stopped her.
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Teodora had anticipated the approaching event with an attempt at returning to her joyous self. Since returning from her messenger mission, she had felt the feelings she had bottled up since Serpens leave and it remained with her, heavy and harsh. Teodora had thought time and time again that love was in the cards for her, because she loved it so yet it evaded her, hauled her fairytale ending further and further away from her wishful paws. Nevertheless, exciting things were afoot! It was time for the little princess's and prince's to be fully shown in society, the event pulling the Nightwalkers from their domain and towards the Crown.

She had arrived easily, swallowing her sorrow and her pain and throwing her efforts into adorning in her fur with pretty flowers of blue, pink and white. In her mouth she had gathered a selective few flowers, bringing them for Vaskian as he stood, corralling the Queens puppies to ensure that they did not go wandering off. Dainty she approached, her tail a gentle sway behind her. Despite her heavy heart, she smiled delightfully towards Celnes and the children, as the Queen approached the staircase. Not wanting to get in the way, she brushed alongside the great Buck and burrowed away the flowers, away from the children and tucked nearly amongst some stones, "for you, Vaskian! Perhaps you will allow me to decorate more of your antlers once the event settles," she murmured softly, smiling at him before she cast her gaze upon the child, wailing and not at all sorry for it.

"Oh, sweetling, you are alright," Teo cooed softly to the girl, leaning down to nudge her gently, wishing her cries to stop. She didn't want to seem disrespectful as she saw Celnes reach the top of the stairs and filled with sorrow, she cast her ghostly gaze to Vaskian, knowing that the deer would not let the child suffer. So she, very unwilling, removed herself from the crying babe and would trot to stand near Buck as he look on with delight. The Nightwalkers seemed to bleed from the shadows as the Queen began to talk, introducing her offspring one by one and upon her lips sat a wistful smile. 

All of them, darlings! 

Out of the corner of her gaze did she note a Nightwalker, creeping closer towards Buck and alarmed, Teodora inched away; uncertain and sheepish. Perhaps they were friends already? Perhaps she could make friends with some of them, too! If not all of them, she thought cheerfully. She wagged her tail, trying to remain positive. ^^

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There was a lot of excitement in the air. For what, Amata wasn’t sure, but she cared too little to ask, so here she was; sported on Beast’s head with these ugly, smelly things on and in her coat. The boys had antlers, and while this was also her first time outside of Blackwood Reach, it wasn’t a big deal.

A celebration for new life. Big words meant nothing for the child. In fact, the majority of the festival meant nothing. All that Amata cared about was getting these damn flowers out of her coat until, of course, she realized that puppies were being introduced.

On, but Beast had other ideas as they seemed to be going after a wolfdeer. Deerwolf? Whatever it was, it was weird. What sort of weirdos didn’t eat or hunt elk or deer? Freaks. Amata snorted, growling as she almost fell off her slave’s head. In response, she’d begin gnawing - though lightly - on one of her ears, as if to challenge her to do it again.

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Isabella Astor hung around Elkshire, though she knew not why. The wolves and only familiar faces within the pack that she knew had gone, and somehow the Sinister Queen went from threatening their lives to cherishing the ones she brought into this forsaken kingdom. A kingdom that honored prey.

How exactly that worked, Isabella hadn’t known, but she was here; dressed in gorgeous flowers to celebrate the lives of wolves that she would never meet. She had offered her assistance, but it was clearly not needed. She’d not learned much, but the air here was thick with tension. She would settle in the back, watching strangers from afar. When this was over, the noble queen would take her leave. She would find some place else to belong. Perhaps she would go North.

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their allies, the strange deer-loving wolves, were celebrating. and he was invited. betelgeuse had been anticipating the event ever since he had gotten wind of it. it'd been so, so long since he had been invited to a party of any kind (which was with good reason, but none of these breathers knew why).

he, of course, burst into the festivities with gusto. “hiya folks!” he called. “hello ankle-biters,” he grinned down at his boss' progeny. the family resemblance from vengeance's side was apparent in many of them, potato-like as they still were.“heyy, can i get in on the regalia?” he asked his boss' baby momma. he wondered if he could take home a pair of antlers; those suited him more than flowers. the flowers'd probably wither as soon as they touched his head.
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The dark coated prince took a little longer to see. His faded blue eyes slowly transitioning to the peach-orange as vision eventually found its place to his eyes. What he often saw what was nothing but blurred shadows was now slowly gaining detail, one of which had a crown of thorns and looked different than the others. Often around and the boy couldn't help but constantly try to climb the strange thing to get a better look.

Now that the day of the festivities began, he was guided from the den into the great outdoors. His eyes squinted at the new light, adjusting took its time as he remained near the rear of others to follow. He remained silent, only whining when they were alone with their mother or the strange crowned thing for attention - now was not the time as they moved, so he simply followed quickly on their heels.

Ushered to some steps, he tried his best to climb and join the others. Still the bombs were nothing but fuzzy things, some had colours while others were not. Strangers joined them with different colours on them that was almost shocking to see! If only he could se clearer, and yet it the strangeness was frightening. He huddled up closer to @Calhoun, the closest one near him for comfort of the strange sights.

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Today was the day of the festivities. Word had spread through the Nightwalkers whereas one would be purposely left behind as "uninvited". At least @Caligula had a reason to watch the reach while others were away to celebrate this... event. Frankly if Vengeance had his way, he wouldn't have come either.

With him as he arrived, a boar carcass would be offered from their end. To add to the feast as they would not arrive empty pawed just to eat the food of their ally. After all, this was all about appearances. The Warlord along with another would bring the offering trailing behind a few who had ran up ahead to the gathering. No elk or deer allowed, he remembered those words. As much as they irked him - boar was just as a delicious feast and so he didn't complain or argue this time around of Célnes' pickiness.

If anything, it might bite them in the end should all other prey run dry, leaving only the "untouchables" for them to either disobey their silly little religion - or die loyal to their beliefs. Oh what an interesting day that would be. 

Until then he dropped their offering into a heap of fat and flesh. Licking away saliva and blood from his lips as rubies caught sight of the queen who positioned herself with the brood they made. For now he would remain silent, observing and "participating" as little as possible. At least there would be plenty of food for them to eat, that alone was good reason to be here in the end.

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A ‘party,’ a ‘festival,’ whatever the fuck those things were… Fergus O’Conaill found himself invited, following along behind the group on unsteady paws. His head hung low, his eyelids even lower. His pelt was more haggard than usual, looking dull and almost greasy. Perhaps if he hadn’t been drooling and stupid until a few hours prior, he would have looked better. But then again, did he really care? He knew enough to know that the event was due because of… eh, he couldn’t really remember it either way. He’d been told that decorating with flowers or antlers was an option, but why the fuck would he do that?

Through the voices of others, he’d heard that the wolves of Elkshire didn’t eat deer or elk, which the boy simply could not understand. He would eat anything if he was hungry, without much thought as to what it was. If it was flesh and smelled like it had any ounce un-rotted he would feed on it. Fergus wasn’t picky, that much had always been clear about him, even when he himself had been a prince. His ears twitched slightly in their lowered position, hanging almost limply at the sides of his head. His paws dragged slightly as he walked, stumbling from time to time. As they entered the clearing, he broke off from the group, an earthen shadow hanging back to watch.

He laid down with a huff, gaze tracking Vengeance as he crossed, to see how the warlord reacted to the Queen Bitch’s words as they began to drone out. The O’Conaill boy barely listened, noting a string of names, and truly that was about it. He lowered his head to his paws, hind legs splayed to the side. Twitches touched them from time to time, afflicting his tail as well. He watched passerby's, studying the strangeness of those decorated in their adornments. ’What the fuck is up with these people? Why’re they so goddamned weird?’ He thought to himself. He would have to ask someone later if he remembered.

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With the passing days Calhoun had found himself more steady on his paws. Granted, there were still many times he fell over, but with his clearing vision, it only made his mobility easier. Too often was he wrangled back from the light of the den mouth, only to be placed amongst his squirming siblings or at the side of the great elk he had yet to realize was different from himself. Today was different though! Unlike his younger siblings, he needed no nudging to leave the den.

The young prince wobbled freely, interested by all the new colors and smells though he would be unable to investigate them fully for now. He would be kept close to his siblings as they wandered to the steps, his paws daring to weave between @Vaskian's unless stopped or corraled back towards his brother who also seemed glued to his whereabouts. By the time they arrived he had lost track of Celnes, and though he wondered, he'd rather wander.

Vermillion cried from the leaves and some other blob had approached her, though as he neared the woman, he would see it was not their mother but a stranger. Growing more guarded, the prince fluffed up, his tailed raised as he took a step back and towards his fallen sibling with a small grumble in his throat. Whatever threat he had detected though wouldn't last as she soon grew blurry and stepped away, and like nothing had happened he went to sniffing the dirt and stone that formed the stairs.

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His approach summoned the sun, bathing his shoulders in rich gold and lavish radiance. From where he sat in the sky, his cold optics only cast thick shadows on his Queens' outsiders, nostrils flared in disgust and warning. His hooves pounded the ground, forcefully alerting those who stood too close as to what their fate would be. Vaskian was not afraid, and perhaps his lack of fear was the truest terror of all. He marched alongside his Highness, antlers held high with as much pride as she poured onto him.

Though, eventually, his gaze softened.

The sounds of children allured him downward, poking and prodding them gently this way and that. “A little wobbly there, Calhoun?” He chuckled, supporting the toddler with a tip of his antler, adjusting the little runts until they were all at his belly. Even as he brought his legs to fold under him, he remained taller than the carnivours. Disdain filling his snout before the voice of reason filled his ears. “Ah, if it isn't my lady Teodora,” His blacked nose, wet and shinning, wiggled in her face, it was a common greeting to the cows (female elk) and one he used on the women here... Well, maybe not all of them... But Teo was included. “Oh? I... That's much too kind of you, I must decline.”

She, however, placed the streamers upon his crown, and soon was she bounding off to sit by the male he was certain had gotten kicked by his own kind at some point in his life. A huff left him, turning to nip and lick at the dirty children that splashed in dirt. “Oh deer lord...”

 

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^^ It was obvious now that Vengeance had been successful in his mission to once again sire children. Strong demons to take after the best and worst qualities that they both held. It was just funny to her that they were here in the forest of the deer wolves, to celebrate the life of even more Vengeance offspring. He took his mission rather seriously, didn't he? Morag found that though this was her first pregnancy, she was not bothered. Nor caring to the reality of it; because in the end she would get what she wanted from them. Hellions to raise hell, worthy ones that weren't weak and mundane. She did wonder what the Queen and the Warlord had produced, though, because royalty mixed with demon must be an interesting thing, mustn't it?

She walked with a lazy gait, her tail swishing behind her and when she heard the comment from one of their very own, Morag's lip curled in amusement. "You would make such a cute little flower boy," she snarked to the man known as Betelgeuse, despite not being one she had spoken much with -- if at all -- prior to this moment. The litter was of many bodies, little wriggly, whiny things and Morag, though completely capable to give birth, kind of hoped she didn't produce eight of them. That would be a lot of effort, wouldn't it? The smell of the boar had made her lick her lips, hunger coursing through her veins but she supposed they needed to focus on the children first, didn't they? It was unsurprising to her that Vengeance's genes seemed to swell in the appearance of the pups, because why wouldn't the devil reign supreme, even though something so unimportant as fur colour? Likely thankful from the Queen though, given her distaste for wolves like their General.

It was almost upsetting that the Queen herself didn't give birth to something as white as Caligula; how funny would that have been to relay to the irritated General? Morag thought he would have taken enjoyment out of it. Nonetheless, she swept curiously forward and spied the deer, now decorated in flowers and her grin grew, "flowers and antlers! A look I reckon would look smashing on me," had they meant to come already dressed? Ooops! ^^

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Stirred from the depths of his milk-coma, his weary eyes blinked and attempted to clear the sights before him, but all efforts were futile. The comforting shadow and distorted figure that was his Mother loomed over them all as she awoke them, his tail wagged with familiarity and warmth before following her steps clumsily, all siblings in tow or in front of him, he wasn’t sure — all his levels of concentration were purely on the direction of each of his legs were heading, and keeping his stability in check!
The poor mite stopped a few times, the lack of muscles fatigued him, still in the infancy of his development. But after what felt like a trek of over a thousand miles, they all stopped. Intimidated whines escaped his maw, seeking out the comfort of his Mother's muzzle, but instead, the smell that brought such joy to his heart was where he sunk next to, the ever-loyal Elk.
Warwicks’ ears twitched at the beautiful, well-spoken vocals of his Dam, he knew she was talking, but couldn’t find where, looking and searching around him, still trying to focus on all the blurry forms. But he stayed put, his aching limbs tired and longing for rest. He circled in front of the Bulls’ thick mane and curled himself into a ball in the nook of their chest in front of them. Peeking out to suss out the collection of new smells surrounding him.

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As much as the stormcloak had wanted to meet his half-siblings, he thought the celebration was no place to dote on them. Instead, he stuck with Vengeance, helping out with the offering they brought to Elkshire. His gaze often found Grumble in the distance - after he had defended some woman in their hunting grounds, she'd ignored him. It gave him little room to check on little Amata, which saddened him somehow. As much as he would deny it to anyone who asked, he'd grown fond of both the little girl and the woman taking care of her. Still, he thought he hadn't been in the wrong that day, though other Nightwalkers may disagree. It was still against pack law to attack an ally, and who was to say the white female hadn't been the newest member of the deer-worshipping group? Oh well, knowing Grumble, he was sure she'd come around eventually. Or maybe never, which would finally give him some space and privacy.

When the queen introduced his many half-siblings, he made no effort to remember the names given. He was happy to see them healthy and plump, even the ones that bore the coat of a sinner according to Célnes. He guessed Meissa was right, even one as crazy as the Elkshire leader would not hurt her own brood, as much as she despised them. Almight made his way to stand with Morag, perhaps the friendliest of the Nightwalkers only according to the fact she'd made the least fun of him and was less unpredictable than Grumble.

“I can get started with weaving some flowers into your fur, if you want.” He rumbled softly as to not disturb others when Morag revealed her supposed fondness of the look the deer carried with pride. It would give him something to do, at the very least.

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As she stepped down from the stairs to be upon her brood. One ended up crying, and the others simply wandered together.. At least @Vaskian was amongst them to calm down somewhat, as they seemed to grow a liking to the monarch elk. It was pleasing though, to know that those born within the Deorwine family would be so close to the elk themselves, hardening their resolve toward the name itself ; friend of the elk. A beaming smile toward them in pride, even if earlier weeks she held but pure disappointment on how.. Well, they looked.

Thankfully though at least some would venture to help her children, like @Teodora who coo'd her crying daughter, and even decorated Vaskian. The Queen bent downwards though, giving @Edith a gentle nudge and a comfort of licking, before gazing back upwards to the crowd itself. Many had arrived.. Such as @Vengeance, who had brought a delicious boar to the mixture. Of course, she smiled and nodded in gratitude, even if the man didn't seem like someone who came to formal events, he had still shown some sort of appearance and prize to the mixture.

Though she did wonder; how did he think of the eight that was born between them?

Though the thought was momentarily ended as one of his men came to her, "you are free to wear any antlers or flowers you come across. It is welcomed, to be decorated."

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Someone came to comfort, though it did not sound like the woman for weeks that she coddled to. Yet, soothing, that Vermillion squinted upwards from her pile of leaves to try and find the source. Though the wolf of a blurr, brown as they were, started to walk away. She wanted the other to come back! Yet ; everyone was a brown-ish blurr. It only resorted to Vermillion, crying even more and starting to move about in this sad attempt to find anyone to lean upon. Celnes gave her other sibling attention.

At least though as she started to stagger around like a newborn fawn, only then did she find her mothers arms - who finally gave her a lick of reassurance that'll it'll be fine.. The child then started to suckle the Queen's paw in a comfort, an occasional mewling sound coming through.

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 There were so many wolves here! His eyes wide, he looked around at everyone, taking in all the unfamiliar faces. There were plenty of wolves of his own pack here, but also so many strangers! His nose crinkled at the different smells and he almost said out loud "Did someone fart?" but the smell didn't go away so he tried to hold his tongue.

 He heard someone, one of the strangers from the other side (@Betelgeuse), asking Celnes about decorations - and Buck trotted right over, a little too fast. “You can wear one of mine!” he offered, a little too quickly, though his tail was wagging and he was grinning. “C'mon, over here I can show you how to put it on.”

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he turned his head to the feminine voice. her scent — mixed with the telltale smells of pregnancy — was that of his own pack, though he didn't recognize her. “i'd reckon it'd look nice, but the flowers'd disagree with me!” he cackled. he was too swept up in the jovial spirit to care; he'd mingle more later. “thank-ya kindly, ya majesty,” he bowed. it wasn't mocking, but it was surely farcical. he didn't mean disrespect, but just exuded it with his mere existence.

he turned his head to one of the deer-wolves heading towards him with offers of assistance. his tail wagging in the air, the daemon bounded after him. “lead the way!”
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Little Maral, obedient as ever, ventured from the whelping hollow for the first time. She joined her siblings, eager to immerse herself among them where she felt safety in numbers, though there was hesitation in her steps.

The openness of the forest was intimidating, and her wide stormy eyes drank deep her surroundings as Célnes led her litter through the trees. Moral stumbled over her feet from time to time, so distracted by the sights and sounds the forest had to offer.

Her mother's staircase was grand, and fascinating. She sniffed around the bottom steps with curiosity until strangers started to arrive, which drove her with a tucked tail toward @Vermillion.


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unlike half of her siblings, rohesia was actually grade-a unadulterated 'wild kratt'. she couldn't mobilize as well as the others at first, but not even that would circumvent the drunk-gaited cockerel that was rohesia déorwine.

she was practically the second coming of jesus. now to transmute her crap into wine.

arpropos limited freedoms: like gnawing on a certain aldritch wailed, unceremoniously waking up your sister edith just as she'd gotten to nap, or farting directly under your mother's armpit ( even though it incited plenty of hilarity ) being shepherded in your cornucopia of sibs outside was a leap in development.

lot of pitched grunts strummed in her chords as if her amazement determined the strength and truing of a fret. robinsegg blues could only distinguish the amphorus shapes that entered and exited, but calhoun's gallantry encouraged her own.

being ushered to the staircase though seemed fanciful and grandiose, especially to her minikin-self. its age shown in its aspects; venerable, prehistoric. each step cladded with old earth in its depressions, every face etched with every-which-way chalk pockmarks. the scarfskin on the balls of her feet could tell. built and never intended to be rendered as a castle, but it was to her.

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The words spoken around him still went, for the most part, over his head, but the chuckles that came from the elk that guarded them drew out a smile as the boy's tongue poked out from between his lips. Eventually, he would be herded close, much to his displeasure, though after a few mild attempted to escape elken hooves, he would resign to staying near Vaskian's belly as his attention quickly turned to his siblings. Unfortunately, whoever he deemed closest would be the target of his attack as he waved wobble legs in an attempt to grapple his sibling by the neck or upper torso to chew on their ear.

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er sister came at her, which prompted Vermillion in a shriek of surprise! She didn't like her sister scaring her, she didn't like anyone! The world was scary, everything was blurry, and it hurt! She wanted the nice lady to come back, and stopped munching on Celnes's paws. Instead she tried to 'bap' @Maral, almost like she was trying to tell her no! No scaring!

Instead she moved backward, and tripped over the curled @Warwick, which resulted in more crying from Vermillion.

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There were definitely voices here he did not recognize. A lot belonged to males, he could tell by the deep, resonating sounds that would come through their words. He couldn’t keep up the multitude of conversations going on either, so he opted to just try to focus on what forms were closest to him and stayed put within the fluffy confines of @Vaskians chest. But, naturally, a sibling had to interfere with his little bubble of trailing thoughts, as she tripped over him probably trying to find a cozy spot next to the Elk too. She wailed after, and Warwick glanced up to the bull above him as if to say can you please shut her up?
Urg, sisters were annoying.

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