HAUL FOR BETTER WEATHER | blooding celebration

[gael]

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

As a new month began, the vulpine felt the time well-suited for a celebration.  Despite his own uncertain opinions of the blooding tradition, the Ardent did possess a high opinion of morale boosters -- celebrations and merriment cemented community bonds.  Even Gael enjoyed spending time among comrades, however quiet he may be.

Flicking an ear, the faerie cast a thoughtful eye over the preparations.  He had a large table set, adorned with a variety of foods -- suitable for both the carnivorous and herbivorous among them.

At the heads of the table, the teeth sat in neat presentation.  The recipients would have to fit them to their liking, but they had been properly dipped red to signify their new status.

He cast a small number of lanterns around the table, illuminating the marketplace in their dancing light as the sun sank lower behind the horizon.

"Pittians!" He knew some were more impatient than others -- no doubt long expecting this event to occur.  Gael cared little for they had resources to conserve; it simply felt more sensible to hold these feasts sparingly.

"Tonight is a celebration for those who returned from their blooding; Vale and Trygve.  We welcome them as full members of the Pitt and hold this feast in their honor."

The Ardent inclined his head in invitation.  "The table is set."

// [member=3123]vale[/member] [member=12555]T. ROUX[/member]

"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / ardent / lamby

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ big winged hound

“Fucking finally!” As the screech owl flew in, Vale’s scream could’ve been heard for almost a kilometer. Zir silent wings made no noise, even as Vale flapped them madly as ze fought for balance on the back of a chair. “I about thought the feast thing was a damned lie and y’all just wanted to see me lose my mind out in the desert!”

Vale kicked up a cloud of sand as zir wings crunched, jerking over zir body and moving from zir shoulders to zir back. The appendages lengthened, and numerous black feathers sprouted over newly exposed skin. The rest of the creature’s body shuttered violently, popping and cracking as the perched owl became a tall, emaciated hound.

The glossy wings tucked away on zir mangy grey fur. Vale gnashed zir teeth and lunged for the largest slab of meat. All four paws on the table, bloodied and covered in spices, Vale pinned the chunk of flesh between zir front paws. The growl in zir throat paused only when ze swallowed.

Squelches. Ripping flesh. Teeth clanking on bone.

“Delicious,” Vale growled around a mouthful of blood and meat. Zir red eyes never moved from the greasy, half-eaten meat between zir paws. “A proper feast, indeed.”

YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
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