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Post by Pippin on May 7, 2024 7:42:04 GMT -7
Magical Birthday Celebration 17 Years of Wild equines A party of special magnificence is being held to celebrate the birthday of WE!The afternoon sun casts a warm glow over the world as you approach the site of the party nestled within a picturesque meadow. Tall grasses sway gently in the breeze, creating a sea of green that stretches as far as the eye can see. Surrounding the meadow, a dense forest of ancient trees provides a natural canopy, filtering the sunlight and casting dappled shadows on the ground below.
As you approach the site of the party, you feel a tingling sensation coursing through your body. Glancing around, you notice that each horse in your group is being enveloped in a shimmering aura. Suddenly, the air crackles with energy, and before your eyes, the horses undergo a wondrous transformation. In their place stand humans, each adorned in splendid attire fit for a grand celebration.
With astonishment, you realize that the magic of the party has granted temporary human form to all the horses present. As you step further into the party area, you find yourself among a diverse array of guests—former horses now mingling and conversing as humans. Laughter fills the air as everyone revels in this extraordinary phenomenon.
Colorful banners flutter in the gentle breeze, strung between the trees and adding splashes of vibrant color. Twinkling fairy lights are intertwined with the branches overhead, creating a magical canopy that bathes the meadow in a soft, ethereal glow.
Off to one side of the meadow tables groan under the weight of a sumptuous feast, with platters of delicious human foods arranged in an inviting display. From savory appetizers to decadent desserts, there is something to tantalize every palate.
On other end of the meadow a stage of polished wood stands proud. It is elevated slightly above the ground and sitting atop the stage is equipment for karaoke. In front of the stage, a cleared area serves as a makeshift dance floor. The grass beneath has been neatly trimmed, creating a smooth surface for guests to twirl and sway to the music.
At the heart of the meadow a charming gazebo sits, its intricate lattice work adorned with climbing vines and blooming flowers. Inside are tables and chairs, various crafting items are laid out within the center of each table. Along one side of the gazebo is a clear space perfect for showing off ones human attire.
Throughout the night, you enjoy the festivities, dancing, and feasting alongside your transformed equine companions. It's a celebration unlike any other, where past alliances are set aside and ages are forgotten in the spirit of camaraderie.
But as the party draws to a close and guests begin to depart, you feel a sense of sadness knowing that the enchantment will soon fade. With bittersweet farewells, you step beyond the bounds of the party area, watching as the magic recedes and the humans revert back to their original horse forms.
Though the night may end and the magic may fade, the memories of this special occasion will remain forever cherished—a testament to the bonds forged between all who attended the magnificent celebration of WE's 17th birthday. Rules- To join the party, please respond to this thread in-character with the character you'll be bringing. You have 5 days to respond before a staff member will indicate that participants can make their second post.
- You'll then have 5 more days to make your second post before staff posts again, giving you another 5 days to make your third post. Completing all three posts will earn you the full reward.
- You can bring up to 2 characters. However, you'll only earn the completion or prompt rewards once.
- All ages and alliances are welcomed.
- Feel free to include the extra prompts provided in any of your three posts to earn additional points.
- This is an Alternate Universe event held in Interlude. Anything that happens in this thread is non-canon to the site.
Prompts/Rewards- Costume Corner: Show off your best human attire at the costume corner! Whether you're dressed in elegant gowns or dapper suits, strike a pose and let the party begin. 10,000 WE Points
- Karaoke Fun: Grab the mic and belt out your favorite tunes at the karaoke corner! From classics to hits of today, everyone's invited to sing their hearts out. 10,000 WE Points
- Crafty Creations: Get crafty at the crafting station! Design your own party favors or decorate masks to add a personal touch to the festivities. 10,000 WE Points
- Dance Floor Delight: It's time for a dance-off! Show off your moves on the dance floor and groove the night away with fellow partygoers. Let's boogie! 10,000 WE Points
- 1000 Words: Reach 1000 words in a single post. Can be earned more than once. 15,000 WE Points
- 2000 Words: Reach 2000 words in a single post. Can be earned more than once. 20,000 WE Points
- Complete the Event: Make all three posts in this thread with one character. 10 GP, Man-made Jewelry, 25,000 WE Points
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Post by cici on May 7, 2024 19:00:45 GMT -7
✘ though you won't recognize himtw: just mildly strong language
Regrettably, Sau would be the last person to admit this idea was an entirely smart one. He had no pathway laid ahead of him at this time – no pavement lit up with flashing lights and sign posts with big arrows on them pointing the way to his destiny in life – no – he had nothing and the sooner her realized that, the sooner he would agree to let himself relax, at least for one day.
Even with the lack of much socialization, it seemed word still managed to reach the blue painted boar via a mode of transport Sau failed to know of. Whether or not he was one hundred percent on board with his choice, it was too late, and he’d already carried himself this far, why turn back now? This is a waste of time. the surly brute felt this thought echo in his empty mind, as if he could think of some excuse to turn back now and save himself the trouble.
Trouble…
A soft snort vibrated through the brute’s pink and white nostrils, his great form moving slowly under the canopy clouds – shadows and faint orange hues of the impending dusk sky dotted his already patchy colored coat. Soft faded blue roan twitched at his flanks, fighting automatically against the early Spring bugs that were already plaguing WE’s dense forestry and swampy areas, eager to fuss and annoy any animal passing through. His short obsidian tail swatted at his flanks – small but mighty – he felt the thick, short dreadlocks and knots bounce off his hamstrings, hardly causing the small pesky flies to shake in their boots.
With an indifferent toss of his equally dark mane to deter the bugs from his ears, the boar slowed his walking pace even more. There was a stillness around him, and something felt off – switching his attention completely internally. Bright teal optics blinked as what felt like a dense, yet gentle fog fell over his senses. For a moment Sau lost sense of where he was, yet he felt unable to stop himself from taking a few more steps forward in what felt like an unknown direction.
”What the actual fuck is going on.” The boar felt his heartbeat begin to stammer against his chest. His words were quiet, merely mumbling under his breath. He blinked rapidly as the blurry image of what was before him caused the brute to stand in silence for a moment gazing at his – hands? In silence, Sau froze where he was, his now fully human head swiveling on his neck easily to glance from one side of him to the other, then he twisted on his hips, looking back behind him to see – well nothing. ”Don’t panic.” He ‘self-soothed’ with stoic sounding words, though it was clear he didn’t know what was going on, he was smart enough to know taking a defensive role would be somewhat useless.
Nothing felt particularly different, he was still Saudade, and although he knew he was looking completely unrecognizable, there was no change to the brute under it’s surface. Visibly he was lost in thought. ”An illusion?” This time he mumbled again, but slightly louder. Lifting his chin to look around. Slowly he ran his hands over the strangely comfortable tweed jacket he now wore, fitting square over broad shoulders, silk-lined and warm. A cotton dress shirt in steely-blue softly draped his torso, and a black fitted cotton and silk vest clung to his midsection to keep it in place, a silver pocket watch draping with a gentle glisten across his abdomen and resting in a pocket. A teal silk tie sitting snug and neat at the folded collar at his neck, resembling his previously adorned feathers, a silver feather tie-pin catching the evening light neatly striking against the teal tie. His pants matched his vest, fitted flawlessly to his now bi-pedal lower form. Even with the shift in view, his stance felt natural and Sau struggled to understand why he seemed to just carry on like nothing had happened.
”It’s a dream…” The man shrugged, glancing behind him once more before fitting his bare hands casually into his coat pocket, putting all his energy into trying to not overthink it. Though in the moment, Sau felt he was anything but relaxed. He remained alert to his surroundings, prioritizing this potentially dangerous situation above his own minor inconveniences.
With a quiet sigh the man pushed forward – What was done was done, and all Sau knew now was that there was fun to be had… Though he could hardly understand just how that was going to be possible for him. He didn’t particularly feel uncomfortable, or even threatened in any way, other than by his own doing. Besides, he could smell others, he wasn’t alone, and there was no obvious reason to just start panicking, at least not yet.
Lifting a single hand from his jacket pocket he adjusted the flat cap sitting politely on his head, allowing a brief breeze to run by his black hair underneath. Every once in a while as he proceeded towards the center of the festivities, Sau would examine his hands briefly, fascinated by the illusion he so easily accepted. Within minutes he realized there truly was no need for some sort of melt down – no – he was right, the little bird that had mentioned the festival had been honest, albeit cheeky for not mentioning any details.
Adjusting his appearances, Sau lingered just outside the heart of the party, somewhat sheltered still under the tree line. True to who he was, socializing was not his main priority, yet it wasn’t completely ignored as he allowed himself to politely nod and reach up to tip the front of his hat nervously in a quick, polite greeting to two more bi-pedal forms that passed him by, they themselves wearing polite smiles on their faces. His face fell once they passed, having extended only the smallest amount of cordial greeting purely out of being courteous – didn’t mean he particularly enjoyed it. Though their unthreatening greeting seemed to bring the brute another small wave of reassurance.
Pulling his hands from his pockets again they wandered over the front of the vest he wore, still fascinated by all the details he was so curious about, yet strangely familiar with – as if deep down he was still in his natural equine form. Even with a less-than-amiable demeanor as his standby, Sau still felt himself being drawn towards the fun, light teal eyes darting over the nearby tables lathered with rich pastries and savory dishes. It was enough to make one’s mouth water. But for now, he felt like seeing what other homosapiens would grace the party’s entrance.
your preacher will ✘
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Post by Zohyd// on May 7, 2024 20:27:35 GMT -7
angel of wrath {Someday you're gonna wake up, gonna wake up, from a life in fantasy} Akroma was never one to pass up a party or social gathering. One would think after all these years of attending both as a mortal and immortal she would grow tired of such frivolous activities- but alas that was not the case. There was a special... buzz about this party. It would be different and the aura about it could only be described of that as magical. These rumors were merely empty words that floated about. The host of the party was unknown. The reason behind it to celebrate the lands. Everyone was invited. It seemed like something that could turn out to be a disaster but perhaps it would be a good distraction from the war and conflict within this land. Sixteen point three hand frame moved through the emerald blades that covered the open landscape. Golden hour brought with it a warmth that she doubted even the darkness could remove. Akroma's path was unknown, yet something kept pulling her in. The large trees that had been standing their long before her or anyone else in the afterlife realm invited her to enter their tree-line. Wherever her destination lie it was buried inside and standing in the opening would not answer any questioned. Semi-leopard, over frame traversed on a worn trail that continued to pull on her like a fish on a string. A tingling sensation began to wash over her frame; her first reaction to it was a hesitation in her stride but she only the one falter before she pushed on. Curiosity too far gone to turn back now. Equines she both recognized and didn't recognize walked before her; all of them sharing the same destination. Who would attend this social event? Could Xerxes be bothered? Would she get a chance to see Cadence again? Would a new, mysterious beast catch her attention? Or would she be face to face with enemies she could not stand? So many questions and unknowns but it did not stop her from proceeding on. Only when a crackling pop air sound pulled her from her thoughts did striped daggers stop in their tracks. Duo colored gaze honed in on the four legged creatures before her as the air seemed to bubble and light while she watched those same very four-legged equines turn into two-legged humans. What in the.... Her thoughts began spinning at the magical mystery of what she just witnessed. Her gaze now moving past them towards the large gathering of other two-legged humans. Each wearing elaborate outfits and socializing like nothing was out of the norm. This must be the 'magic' to the party that so many whispered of. She could turn and leave. Pretend she saw nothing and refuse to partake in this witchcraft. But where was the fun in that? Akroma needed a night to release and let go of the weight she held on her shouldered. Frame pushed forward until the snapping and crackling sound she heard just a moment earlier now surrounded her. The transition was painless and just as elegant as she had been in her equine form she now strode forward on two legs. It was so effortless and... easy? Akroma halted at the edge of the crowd her had gaze scanned towards the decorations. Twinkle lights were strung from tree to tree, lighting the area while adding to the 'magical' party. Banners of all colors mixed about to bring extra life to the party that buzzed below. Tables of overflowing food that looked perfectly prepared lined a portion of the meadows. Plenty of humans stood before her that had surely consumed some of the food yet it did not look as if anything had been picked from the feast. On the other side of the meadow was a stage of sorts with a microphone in the middle. It seemed like an area she would likely avoid. No need to bring extra attention to herself. Then again.... would anyone even know who she was? A few surely saw her transition but everyone else would be consumed in their own form and enjoying the night. Her own gaze glanced down towards the outfit the party had chosen for her. Delicate, ivory lace draped over her petite frame and all the way down her arms. The skirt of her dress lie gently on the floor as a bit of train would follow her in her wake. The fabric did little to leave an imagination of the curves of a woman she now bore. Jewels were scattered throughout the lace as they added extra sparkle and wow factor of a simple and elegant gown. The top of the dress held some support to represent part of a corset- pushing up the breasts she now had but not revealing too much cleavage for her taste or the event. Slender fingers rang through her brown locks as she could feel a single braid on each side of her face with beads braided in. Fingertips grazing a headdress of sorts in the process. Given the attire of others she certainly would not be over dressed for the occasion. Instinctively a single hand grabs her skirt as Akroma strode forward and picked her way through the party. A soft smile upon her pinkish-red lips as inviting, doe like eyes would hold the gaze of another before she gave them a polite nod. No one stopped her. No one showed any hint of recognition. Considering the faces she just saw- she could not blame them. Not a single human form she could relate back to their equine form. Her gait waltzed her towards the food table- but it was not food she grabbed. Instead a glass of yellow-ish, gold bubbly liquid in a crystal glass was in her grasp. Silently she smelled the liquid and knew of the fermented fruits from the parties while an equine. If no one knew who she was then why not let loose just a little? Head tilted back as Akroma threw back the liquid like she was doing a shot at the bar. In just a few gulps the entire, cool liquid had been chugged and she was reaching for another glass. She repeated the process with the second glass and then grabbed a third. This time she did not chug back the liquid in the third glass. The two was her catching up to those that had already been partying. Two glasses would hopefully be enough to release the edge, the third would be nursed like a bottle. Petite frame moved with glass in hand as she headed towards the wooden structure towards the middle of the meadow. It was decorated with greenery and flowers on the outside. Beneath its frame were tables of sorts and a clearing on the far side. Akroma was confused by the entire situation of what it was about so she moved away a little and entered the heart of the crowd. Hopefully doing rounds would cause someone to pull her in or she might even find someone worth stopping for. TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP GIF
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Post by + ebonite + on May 9, 2024 16:53:53 GMT -7
It seemed that even when the world as they knew it was at war, Wild Equines could not pass up the opportunity to host a party. Perhaps a bit distasteful, but Vojorn wasn't going to pass it up. She had been out of the world for too long and this could be the perfect place to get back into it all. It had been almost a year since she'd escaped and her mental state was much better than it had been. She felt almost back to her old self - and her old self did enjoy a good party. She smiled as she made her way into the clearing, glancing around, wondering if there would be anyone around that she recognized from previous engagements. So far, none stood out to her, but she didn't get a chance to look too long. She - and everyone else - was distracted by a strange tingling sensation, following by a shimmering aura of light. She ducked her head, closing her eyes, trying to protect herself from whatever was happening. A moment of fear filled her, wondering if this entire thing had been a set up to trap them, but it was forgotten in the shock of opening her eyes again and seeing that she had... hands? She blinked in confusion, realizing that she was now standing upright on two legs and she strangely did not feel unbalanced in any way. It felt natural. Everyone around her seemed to be having the same realizations, glancing at themselves and everyone else. Vojorn had never encountered a human in her life, but she knew that that was what she had become. I guess I should be thankful they didn't turn us into mice, she mused to herself, though that would have probably been equally as confusing... and amusing. She glanced down at herself, noting that she was wearing a purple dress with black lacing on the front. It was rather pretty, but she couldn't help thinking that if it came down to a fight, that it wasn't practical. Her shoes were also a bit of a mystery, silvery things with thin heels that she somehow knew she could walk in, at least for a bit. She had no qualms about taking them off if she had to, though. Her hands felt along the fabric, touching the unfamiliar textures in the lace on her one shoulder. Fascinating. Her hands went to her ears, where she discovered they'd been pierced with several silver hoops and there was also a small stud in the left side of her nose. Her hair was soft and coiled in tight ringlet curls and she found herself playing with it absently, even as she examined her shoes further, wondering who thought it was a good idea to walk on such tiny supports. She shrugged inwardly, figuring she'd wear them as long as she could and then take them off when they got annoying. Finished with examining herself, her attention turned toward the rest of the party, where she saw tables in front of her adorned with food and drinks. Food and drinks that looked appetizing, despite her never having seen anything like them in her life. It was a peculiar feeling. She still felt like herself, but certain details were foggy. Did she really live in a forest and sleep outside? That seemed odd. She started to walk then, frowning a bit in confusion at how easy it was for her to walk in these shoes. She could tell they would not be comfortable for long. As she circled around, she took note of a gazebo full of crafting activities, some kind of picture booth, a karaoke station, a dance floor... how she knew what these things were was a mystery, just like everything else. She shrugged as she passed them by. They all looked intriguing and she would check each of them out in time. Right now, though, her mind was focused on those plates of food and drinks. She had to get in on that before it was all gone. She walked up to one of the tables and grabbed a glass from it, a gesture that felt both natural and foreign to her. How... how was she holding this? Her head tilted in curiosity and mild apprehension. It was odd, holding things with what had once been hooves. But she needed no practice to figure it out. She sniffed at the contents of the glass, getting a faint fruity scent from the clear liquid. It reminded her of past parties she had gone to, back when she'd been a horse. That thought made her snicker. Horses and humans partied in some of the same ways, it seemed. She sipped at her drink and walked further along the tables. Everything looked wonderful. She grabbed a plate in her other hand, downed the rest of her drink with the other, and began to scoop up some of the food - chicken and pasta and salad and cake. She grabbed another glass on the way out and settled herself at one of the standing tables, picking at the food, and people watching. Was there anyone here that she knew? It was impossible to tell, unless they introduced themselves or watched someone they knew be transformed. However, Vojorn felt strangely calm about it all. This was a party, they were supposed to have fun. Why worry about friends and foes at a time like this? It was the opportunity of a lifetime, to experience life as a different species. Will we be transformed back? How long do we have? she wondered. If she had to guess, it would be as long as the party lasted. She had better make the most of it. Finished up with her food for now (though she would be back for more), she strolled over to the crafting booth. She was still surprised at how well she managed to walk in these strange uncomfortable shoes. Underneath the gazebo, tables were lined up, each of them with supplies to make what appeared to be masks. She went up to one of the tables, grabbing a plain black mask. It was made of what felt like foam, with straps on the back to wrap around her head. She started to grin. Well, might as well make good use of these opposable thumbs... Still grinning, she sat down at one of the tables, grabbing glitter, paint, feathers, sequins... anything and everything. She'd make the most gaudy mask ever and she'd enjoy every moment making it and wearing it. tag the gala face claim nathalie emmanuel clothing dressnotesBonuses: - 1000+ words - Crafty Creations "Speech"
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Post by JUNI! on May 10, 2024 12:23:34 GMT -7
how dare we sit silently — & watch the world pass us by
The frivolous nature of this event would’ve put my father straight on his ass, Adora thought as she wiggled into the gray silk cloak that had been gifted to her by Boudicca. Even with all that was going on within Wild Equines, she pushed it aside to focus on the night that lay ahead, hopeful and starry eyed like a lovesick filly. Between Regina and Sly’s deaths, she had been on edge. Nothing mattered except the task at hand — when was there time to have any fun? Adora was still so young, but this was the life she had chosen and for the most part she was okay with that. A sigh escaped her pink lips, catching her reflection in the waters of the pond. Her blue eyes flashed back at her, and she smiled. The crown atop her head was unlike anything she had seen before, even when she was to be a Queen. As planned, her guard met her at the entrance of the Shores, giving them last minute instructions to ensure that Atakan and the prisoners were watched closely in her stead. A few of her herd members would be joining her, some right in tow. Adora’s strides were slow, taking her sweet time in her approach. This Gala could mean many things, including happening upon unfriendly faces. She wanted this night to go smoothly, to free her mind from the turmoil that was becoming the lands and remind herself why she chose it in the first place. Adora made a few passing glances with others on their way, occasionally looking back to those that followed her from home, but her main focus was on putting one foot in front of the other. There were talks, whispers almost, all around her. They talked about the impending war. Others talked about more mundane things. Their lives, their mates, children … Adora could’ve felt jealous of them was she not preoccupied. Lost in all of the hustle and bustle, the mare took a second to look up, face beaming with excitement as she saw the soft lulling light of the party just ahead. The worries melted with the sound of music. The baroness whinnied into the air, something that rippled back through those who traveled behind her. As Adora quickened her pace, there was a soft thrum of tingling ignited in her belly. She cast the unrest of it aside and called it her nerves, but as she drew in closer to the festivities she realized it was not simply nerves at all. Adora’s eyes fell on a familiar skull marked face in the distance, lit up by an unknown source in a burst of shimmer. The air crackled and spit. Without missing a stride, who walked from that shimmer was not the Seprestine she expected to see. From it, a two legged with a smile on his face of pure wonderment. A brief panic set in, and Adora stopped dead in her tracks in an attempt to flee as the same light swallowed her whole. There was a deep chill that crept down her spine as it dissipated around her, pushing her closer to the meadow where everyone was centered. She didn’t want to move forward, merely looking around as those that followed met the same fate. There was a strong sense of intimacy with the thought of this new body. She stood there in the madness, far too many things running through her head, trying to feel grateful for the feather light feeling that overcame her. Adora wondered what trickeries or what magic could be responsible for such a wondrous occasion. Alas, as much as she fretted what might come, she decided she did not care right now about anything except finding a drink and enjoying it. Her slender frame sauntered across the glowy meadow and to the forefront of everyone’s gaze, flashing a toothy grin at the pair who stood next to the refreshments. They cordially nodded their heads at her, and she wondered if she knew them. Some of the party goers were easier to decipher than others, and she assumed anyone who mattered would make themselves known. Securing the drink in one hand and plucking a cupcake from the table with the other, Adora turned back, her blue gaze falling on a lone man nestled in the tree line. Dressed up for the occasion and sporting a sleek cap that she didn’t know the name of, she decided that was the direction she would go. She was intercepted by Sepris, whose handsome face came into view with the same smile from before. “You look quite amused with yourself,” she said. She bit her lip and dipped her body in a faux courtesy. The man took her hand and twirled her around his finger like a toy. Adora couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her, drink almost tipping over in her hand. “As do you,” he retorted with a raise of his brow. On her tippy toes, Adora brought her hands up underneath her chin as if he was going to take a picture of her. The two of them drew into each other, and the woman planted a swift kiss on his jawline as they parted ways. Sepris headed back from where he came and Adora stood there, in complete awe of this night all over again. A dreamy sigh fell from her lips, gaze ending back up on the lone man and she was reminded of her mission. The jest to herself was merely to cool her nerves, setting her drink down at an empty table nearby, where she then undid the clasp of her cloak. She settled it on a chair, and from a mirror opposing her did she get the first glimpse of this new face she wore. Adora didn’t shy away as she expected herself to, and she relaxed her shoulders with a deep breath as she admired the rolling waves of her platinum hair and sharpness of white liner on her lid. There was a soft breath of brown freckles over her nose, surely the remnants of her dappling, and the peachy color of her lips that matched the eyeshadow so perfectly. Whoever was in charge of the Gala’s magical capabilities had taste. She didn’t want to leave the view of the mirror. Call it narcissistic if you wanted, Adora reveled in the glow of her skin. The humanness was unnerving, but she couldn’t get enough of herself in that dress or the jewelry that so well complimented the rest of the outfit. I don’t want this night to end already, she thought to herself. Even the nails of her hands and feet were painted and polished, shining in the speckled lights above her head. “Isn’t it incredible?” a voice called to her, and Adora’s gaze was met with Cathedral some feet away. It made her giggle to think of the once domesticated beast now enjoying the fruits of this magic as one of them. Life was ironic, wasn’t it? She nodded in response, shaking her head at the way he tip toed back to his perch with a jig in his step like no other. Sepris, too, had found himself a mirror to look into, equally as prideful at the Gods for his pale skin and dark hair. When Adora felt satisfied of herself, a song began to play that caught her attention. Her eyes darted to the source, and two voices began to rehearse the words; lulled by the sound, she took some time to listen close. Her hips swayed and a breeze carried her ivory tendrils to and fro, bouncing to the beat of the music. She whisked her drink up and took a swig, a muted taste of berries hanging on her lips. She could see Cathedral and Bellamy lingering by the makeshift dance floor, wondering if they’d find her rude in joining them when an idea struck her. Still tucked away, Saudade was flirting with the idea of stepping into the party — Adora noticed, and without a look back to her friends went for it. Holding the skirt of her dress to not let it skim the ground, she slipped in between strangers and made acknowledgements in passing. She fixated on the chiseled features of his face. The closer the got, the more ferocious the color of his teal eyes became. Adora slipped into the space next to him with ease, letting her skirt fall back to the grassy underfoot. A hand rested at her skirt, and the other snaked its way to him with her pinky finger lacing around his. Adora didn’t look at him yet, wanting to allow him the space neccesary to prepare for what came next. She didn’t, however, allow him time to respond and even less to react as her spindle legs headed for the openness that was just a few feet away from them. Adora pulled him with her, a little surprised at his willingness in the moment, hopeful that he wasn’t entirely sour to the idea of dancing with a stranger. When she finally came to a stop, she twirled to face him, swooping his arms over her shoulders as her hands falling to either side of his torso. Looking up at him doe eyed with a wildly contrasting ( and rather wicked ) grin on her face. “I hope you don’t mind,” Adora said under her breath. There was a nonchalant roll of her shoulder, and her head cocked to the side as she looked up at him. “I needed a dance partner and you just so happened to look available.” For once, there was no guilt in letting loose. Would he mind the careless intrusion? He would not be able to lie; his posture and face were precise, leaving so little to be desired. She had seen the way he ever-curiously looked unto the crowds of people, and why not bring the party to him should he have really not wanted to join the masses? If you asked Adora, she had simply made things easier on him.
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Post by shizwitch on May 10, 2024 15:30:45 GMT -7
If you asked Lehava what she had done with her life, she couldn't tell you. Since there was not much to be told. She never fell in love. She held no high ranking position. here hardly had any family worth being around. She was nothing and to anyone, just w shipper in the wind. This was only her fault, since she was not a social butterfly and had no interest in the world's politics. She knew of the war and her only place in it was being a Dark and her half sister being the Dark queen. Which no one would know unless she told you and she could care less about sharing such information. Her family did have big names to them but it was not something you go tossing around with loose lips. So, if you saw her wondering around she just be any old mare to you and nothing more. Which she had mixed feelings about. Should she be doing anything with her life? So far she was content but a part of her wanted more, especially now since she had blood. Her own blood with a future. Which their father had quite the name for himself. Why couldn't she?
Lehava didn't know what she wanted. She was disgusted by any act of love and she was hardly a fighter. The would of the isle had so many names to them and so many groups of chaos, where did she fit in all this? She didn't;t want to bare any children but here she was with two son's. Their father having a way to him that she would have never given herself into. Yet, she let go of his forceful nature and for the most part tolerated his existence. Besides, with all his little spawn running around she didn't;t have to deal with him as often and was able to raise the boys as she like. Even though they were rough around the edges and she had to remind them all the time to not bite others. They were literally a walking disease. Lehava admit to being hard on them but she did morn when one was born with no life. It might seem like she didn't care about them but that was far from the truth. If anything she was protective of them and wished the isle were a better place because she knew deep down they were far from it.
The boys were old enough to take care of themselves. At least so she thought. Lehava knew she needed the time to herself. With everything going on and rising the boys, she was always on watch. She did feel bad for the mare she left behind with them just tin case. Truthfully no one had control over those two. With hope, neither of them followed her as she made her way to what was called a party. It was the afternoon but with a gentle breeze. The normal heat of the day did not bother her. Her black pelt glinting as she moved along what seemed to be the way. There was no real instructions at this point, just instant and a invitation. Lehava eyed the dense forest. Its covering providing the perfect lighting. The smells coming from around her all too interesting and just a bit too inviting for her taste. The last time she tried to join a party, she was distracted and ended up just turning around and going back home. She was not going to let that happen again. Watching as more equines seemed to arrive, something strange was happening. An odd feeling and wonderful color of auras surround her and the others. Suddenly, the air crackles with energy, and before her eyes everything changed.
No longer was she walking on four legs but two. She was not covered in a black pelt but think pale skin. Her hooves were missing and it would seem she gained fingers and toes. Her tail was gone but her mane was still long, curly and black. It was just on top of a human head. Yet instead of going into a panic, the mare now women did a small dance around herself and smirked. Whatever this was, she did look good. Lehava moved forward with grace. Surprised at herself for being able to walk on what would be former to her. She was not meant to be human but here she was acting like to was just a normal day. She never believed in magic but this was it for sure. Dressed on her body was in fact clothing. A very long formal gown. Navy blue with red flowering. She didn't;t show off any skin but her neckline was quite low and ended in a "v". She was sleeved and the shoes she bore on her fee gave her more height. She was a little surprised as she would have guessed her color was black. This though, did match he eyes. Which were still very equine like and could give her away of her former self.
Amused buy what had just happened, Lehava stopped to look at the others. No one really catching her eye to talk with. Which was fine by her. She was still not much of a social butterfly. She watched the banners and the lights move with the breeze from before and made her way towards some tables. She could see a dance floor and a stage and wonder who be brave enough to stand on either. Lehava didn't think she could sing of dance. She was not about to find out. Looking to the gazebo, there appeared to be tables with arts and crafts. An interesting jester but she ignored that for now. Instead she went to what looked like a table filled with food and drink. Taking hold of what she thought of called a glass and sipping at it with her red lips. Then she took hold of an apple and walked away with a small bite. She might be human but the little things in life still stayed with her. From a distant she watched everyone. Trying to think of what she could do and what she was willing to try, No one knew where the night was going to go.
OOC: Hi, I just did 1,048 words without dying. lol Lehava's face and voice is by Zooey Deschanel. How she is dressed. Prompts so far: Costume Corner & 1000 words.
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Post by ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ on May 10, 2024 16:29:34 GMT -7
FocalorThese were troubling times, but that seemed to be the usual in Wild Equines. Focalor had spent the majority of his life now, in these lands so he wasn't sure why he was ever surprised by the next declaration of war. Maybe what could still surprise him, was the sheer dedication its residents had to partying. It'd been a very long time since Focalor left the safety of the Neutral Kingdom to go out and mingle (he hadn't felt the need to, after Vojorn), so the sight of so many others already gathering in the meadow made him equal parts excited and nervous... like, he felt nauseous and was doubting himself for even showing up there, levels of nervous. Everyone else seemed confident, like they belonged and were eager to be there. Focalor tried to muster up that same confidence, but felt as though the entire world could see through him. Searching for any sort of distraction, he let his gaze roam the crowd a bit, trying to sort out if he even know anyone there or if there were any big-wigs socializing. His eye caught on a familiar white and brown patched hide - one that gave his heart a little squeeze even though they'd already had several kids together - Vojorn. The dappled stallion started to take a step towards her, but a sudden shimmering energy seemed to crackle through everyone and envelop them in a warm glow. Focalor froze, his thoughts racing as he tried to discern just what it was he was feeling. An afterlife attack? Lightning? It wasn't particularly painful, though it had forced him to squeeze his eyes shut in an anticipatory wince. An uncertain hush had fallen over those directly next to him, but murmurs began to break the quiet and finally drew Focalor out from his fear. He blinked against the remaining sunlight, immediately taking notice that he was only staring straight ahead and not... well, it was like his eyes had moved. Instinctively, he smacked a hand up to his face, rubbing his eyes, but then realized with equal horror just how wrong that was too. Baffled, he just kind of stopped for a moment, blinking blearily at the two fleshy appendages that served as his hands now. It was as if they'd always been that way, but not at the same time - a dream where he was only half awake, but the rest of his memory was still ensnared by sleep.
After a moment, the feeling began to settle over Focalor, like a hefty veil that soothed him. The way he stood upon his two feet and his body was clad in wool and cotton, that was all perfectly normal. It'd always been that way, hadn't it? ...or did he really live out in the forest on all fours? A frown twisted his lips, his brows already as scrunched up as they could be from the sheer confusion. The harder he tried to think about it, the more slippery the thought got, until it just wriggled away from him all together. Instead, the man was left in a bit of a haze, not quite sure what was going on, but becoming less and less worried by it.
Vojorn!
He'd spotted her just before the... well, whatever, he had seen her a few moments ago and when he looked up to find her, his heart clenched again. A dark cloud of curls framed her face and seemed to bounce with each step she took, though couldn't hide the typical self-assuredness she held. Focalor's gaze shifted to the rich purple fabric that now clad her from the waist down and the black lace so snugly from the waist up and he very quickly coughed and looked away, feeling heat rush to his face as he tried to compose himself. With his sudden interest in anything else, he finally took notice of his own clothes. They felt soft against his skin, and that was really all he'd noticed before. Now, as he looked down over himself, he understood that this was a three-piece suit, simple and black, with spotless dress shoes sinking into the dirt below. He reached up to feel for his hair and was instantly jealous of just about everyone else when he discovered his cleanly cropped hair. It felt soft and wavy from the little bit he still had, though as he dragged his hand down over his face to his chin, he was met with roughness that promised the start of a beard. That was good, right? Ladies liked beards? His felt nicely trimmed, at the very least. Focalor was glad that the party had dressed him nicely and not left him out to be a slob, which was how he usually felt.
Sufficiently distracted, Focalor allowed himself to focus on the party again. He was a bit overwhelmed at first by all the beautiful people and things, the lights strung up in the treetops and the sudden appearance of a gazebo. Some of the others (Vojorn included) had made their way over to the heavily-laden tables. Focalor hesitated, then tried to straighten upright and smooth out his suit jacket before he made his way over. Of course, that was when the focus of his affections seemed to finish and move away, but the smell of the food drew him in. He came to stand next to a table filled with things like pasta, brisket, cheeses, and was that cake? His mouth instantly flooded with the thought of cake, even though he'd certainly never had it before, he seemed to understand what it was. Nearly drooly (but stopping himself, because that'd be rude), Focalor grabbed a plate and began to fill it with just a bit of everything he could. That plate filled up disappointingly early, so he began loading a second one with these little dumpling looking things and an assortment of chicken. There were salads too, but he found his interest more in the various toppings offered rather than the lettuce. He added a small stack of peppers to his first plate, then was reaching for another spoon for some macaroni and cheese when he stopped himself. If he could finish all of what he had, then he could go back for more. It seemed like a fair deal and he instead moved on to the end of the table to grab a glass of something that was a dark, rich red. He awkwardly balanced his things, then finally backed away from the table, content with his catch.
Now that he at least had gotten what seemed to be the most important aspect of the party, Focalor was ready to seek out Vojorn and hopefully not trip all over himself in the process. He had to look around for a solid minute, thinking she might be dancing with the others at first, but then he spotted her grinning like a mad woman over the crafting supplies. It wasn't clear what her end goal was, but her excitement was contagious and he eagerly made his way over. "Vojorn," he called softly as he moved beneath the gazebo as well. Closer now, he could see it was mostly things to make masks out of. Looking over what Vojorn had gathered... well, he still wasn't sure what she was doing, but he was there for it. "You look amazing," he managed to get out and tried to motion with his hand, except it was still full of food so he awkwardly paused for a moment before offering one of his stuffed dishes. "I got some food," he tried, though felt a little lame, considering that was obvious. He tried to take a breath and calm down, but the lack of horse hair on his face meant that he was pretty sure everyone could see how red he was getting and that just made it even worse.
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Post by illɘgal on May 11, 2024 11:46:56 GMT -7
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Of course, if there was going to be a party, I had to be there. Things had been so serious lately, between being taken to the Light lands and the overall war itself. I immediately jumped on the opportunity to get out and meet new people again. Everyone deserved a day off from being so serious and on edge. I took my time that more to actually clean myself, wading deep into the water around the Isle to rinse off all the anger and dirt from my skin. I had to look my best! Who knows who I would see! I had half a mind to stop by Ittudale along the way to invite my precious pitviper, but I didn't want to push my luck. I knew I was growing on Rianne and I didn't want to force it. Plus, a party didn't quite sound like something she would be interested in. So, instead, I made my way towards the meeting spot by myself with my head held high. Perhaps this would even be the sort of party I could crash.
The day had turned into a beautiful one as I approached the meadow. It wasn't one I had recognized or seen before, but I could see several other equines making their way. Everyone seemed excited while still keeping to themselves. I'm sure it wouldn't take long before everyone would start to mingle. One scent in particular was familiar to me, but I didn't see that annoying mare as I continued forward. I had just started to search the small crowd when I halted in my steps. My body felt strange and itchy, though I didn't notice anything immediately when I looked myself over. No one around me seemed to notice or have the same issue, so I shrugged it off. Maybe I just imagined it. I continued walking, ignoring the feeling as it grew more intense and it felt as if something inside me snapped.
This time, I did notice a change. There were no longer horses beside me but... humans? I think that's what they are called? I took a step back, nearly stumbling at my own change in gravity. Stunned, I looked down and realized that I was standing on two legs. I was wrapped in a dark gray cloth with a touch of bright red fabric as a tie. I held out my hands in astonishment, opening and closing them slowly as I tried to process what was happening. Did I finally snap and lose touch with reality? Was this a dream? Am I dead? I took a step forward, managing to not throw my arms out to balance as I did so. It was significantly easier to walk on two legs than I expected - not that I was entirely sure what I would do if I had fallen on my face. I looked around me, noticing that the... people around me seemed just as confused as I was. Some almost looked scared, others delighted. How would I even know if Rianne was here? Would I just know?
I slowly walked through the small crowd, taking in the elaborate decorations with curiosity. Everything was beautiful and fanciful, as if someone or something had carefully crafted a human bubble for us to enjoy. I smelled something delicious and saw a long table full of food that I had never seen. I didn't know what the white, flattened rocks were for, but I started to grab a few snacks as I perused. A lot of the things I tasted, I didn't like. However, there was one that I kept coming back to - small, curved, pink things that were even tastier when dipped in a bright red sauce of some kind. I ate them shamelessly, tails and all, and had to force myself to step away before I would end up consuming the entire platter. Before leaving the table, I grabbed two large handfuls. I couldn't help myself.
With a sly smile, I crept away and moved towards an elevated platform where people were moving strangely and lounging about. I thought I had heard two familiar voices from over here, though honestly I couldn't be sure. Had my voice changed as well? Would this be a strange night of feverish madness trying to determine if I actually know anyone? For half a moment, I thought I heard someone say Vojorn's name. Was she here? If so, I definitely should find her. I wonder if she would be nicer to me on a night like tonight. I smirked as I walked past more people, still unsure how I was supposed to determine who everyone was. Do I just start shouting my name and see who responds?
I settled near the stage, watching people twirl around with intense curiosity as I slowly munched on the shrimp. The pair that were swinging back and forth looked comfortable, but that wasn't what made me almost drop my snack. No, it was the voice. Was that Adora? I dropped my head and shook it slowly in disbelief. Without moving from my spot, I waved as her body turned in a circle where she could see me. Adora, why doesn't it surprise me to see you here? I called to her cheerfully, momentarily forgetting our sticky first meeting. I wasn't in the mood for pettiness tonight, this was supposed to be fun. I walked up to the pair, reaching out to clap my hand on the man's shoulder. I don't believe we have met, I'm Riddler! My grin felt weird on this strange face, but it was still genuine. Honestly I was surprised that my voice was the same, even if I looked completely different. Have you two tried these things yet? They are delicious! I held out my hands, gesturing to the remaining shrimp. I almost didn't want to share. With a quick glance back, I saw that someone had replenished the pile that I had demolished and turned back to the pair with a mischievous twist to my lips. I could eat these all night!
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Post by Zohyd// on May 11, 2024 18:26:57 GMT -7
shatter the surface {lost in the silence, lost in the violence, gone and forever time is whatever} She was not about this. For too long she had been held captive in the cells of Utopia and she felt as if she were making up lost time- despite her immortal being. The war still had streams of blood running throughout Wild Equines and a party was to be held/ Venari had added to the bloodshed with her own and that of her opponents. So to turn down the opportunity to attend a party where so many more could be seemed like too good of an opportunity to miss. Her intentions for attending were not pure of heart and to enjoy herself. She wanted to see who would be attending, whom was conversing with whom and any potential new targets or information to bring back to the Underworld. Social gatherings certainly wouldn't be her scene- so the very few that knew her well enough would know her presence would ultimately mean trouble. Only, as Venari approached the faint music and drifting voices did something wash over her. A tingling sensation that urged her nineteen point one hand ivory and ebon frame to keep going. The pull felt foreign and similar all at the same time. It was enough to cause the fiend to halt in her tracks. She herself had the power of possession and this felt like it was starting to take over. Silvery gaze glanced to her side as she watched a few equines continue on, none of them questioning the sensation or what force was pulling them deeper into the forest. Ignorant fools. She thought to herself as they so blindly traveled on. Mind reached out to rake the brain of her twin, Everest, letting him know of her location and whereabouts. A smart move given the war and whatever magical force was at work here. Should she go missing- he would have a good starting point. So with that she continued on. Letting the sensation and pull grow stronger while the voices and melodic tunes grew louder. As she turned a corner in the trail and the tree line opened up to see the fiasco she halted once more. Cranium rose high as audits pricked forward, nares flaring as she took in a sight she had never seen before. Scrawny, two-legged things waltzing about and talking amongst themselves. So many, fuck there were so many. It made no sense, where were the equines that she passed her just before? What in the actual fuck was going in? Just as she was about to reach out and touch the twin link to her twin did she see an equine pass right by and join. A crackling sound filled the air quick and it shifted the air and the once four legged equine turned into a two legged scrawny creature. This magic was beyond the powers of Utopia and the Underworld. She found herself wildly intrigued but extremely skeptical. That silvery gaze looked beyond to unknown faces that laughed and enjoyed themselves. How was she going to recognize anyone or get any information? This would be far trickier than she had hoped. With a final decision that was probably made by powers beyond her, Venari moved forward. Her nineteen point one frame moved through the shift point of this realm as the crackling surrounded her very being. Once the crackling faded her gait stopped and she peered down at herself; checking to see her own appearance. She was tall and lanky wearing a black piece of fabric that seemed to be cut out on the sides with long slits that ran from waistline to the bottom of the dresses. A few crossing pieces of fabric added a visual appear to the dress and cinched in to give the fabric shape to her womanly waist. There were random pictures and drawing all over her arms, seemingly melted into her skin. Their designs ranging from skulls, flowers, vines and filler colorful work. Her gaze shifted towards the crowd before her noting outfits seeming to be far more extravagant than her own- but perhaps less revealing. Ebon hair was slicked back to show off high cheekbones and a defined jawline. Plump lips painted in a dark mahogany, almost black coloring. The overall image seemed fitting for the daughter of the Lord of the Underworld. Naturally she moved forward, her ability to walk on two stilts a bit shocking as she didn't fight for balance. In fact, it was so easy she allowed herself to glance around at the party and its occupants. Food, music, tables of random crap, lights, banners. The surrounding scenery certainly was not dull and every guest she saw seemed to be enjoying themselves. Her vision scanned over so many unfamiliar faces as she searched for telling signs to their equine form. She heard a lower-toned voice call out a name Adora. The name foreign to Venari- but given her captivity in Utopia that would not be surprising. She then heard the male introduce himself as Riddler. Her gaze honed in on the conversation at hand. She saw a two-legger in a grey outfit speaking to a female in a white, poofy dress and a chiseled, stoic looking man with her. Venari let her silver gaze linger on the man with teal eyes- admiring his two-legged form. She did not care for the Adora or Riddler that he accompanied. No part of her tried to hide the lingering gaze or the subtle smile on her lips before she strode away. Later- she would get to him later when he bore of the bubbly companions at his side. She made her way towards the food table to get a closer look at the different type of food she had never seen before when she was a female standing by herself and observing from afar. The same situation Venari would hopefully find herself in- but given she could not recognize anyone, she figured it wouldn't hurt to try and be social. Slender arm reached out as her dainty fingers wrapped around a thin stem of a glass and plucked it from the table. Her gait now took her towards the navy and red dressed two-legged. Do you find yourself getting hot in that much fabric? The question a generally curious one. Venari felt like her attire was some of the least amount of cloth out there and she was comfortable. Was it the even and it's powers make their temperature all the same? Slender frame halted beside the brown-haired creature as she spoke once more. Venari. her name a single word as she briefly introduced herself before letting gaze shift over the crowd, Have any better luck recognizing anyone? The conversation was casual as her gaze lingered once more on the teal eyed two-legger. ooc; shizwitch & cici for words and who her attention is on. Open to all party goers though Face claim : Madeleine Liljestam tattoos included DressTEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP Photo
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Post by faeriiefox on May 12, 2024 10:29:02 GMT -7
As Chrysanthemum approached the site of the party nestled within the picturesque meadow, she couldn't help but notice the atmosphere buzzing with excitement. Tall grasses swayed gently in the breeze, and the air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers. The warmth of the afternoon sun bathed everything in a golden glow, adding to the magical ambiance. As she drew closer, Chrysanthemum's attention was drawn to a group of horses she recognized from previous encounters. To her astonishment, they were all enveloped in a shimmering aura, undergoing a wondrous transformation before her eyes. Each horse was replaced by a human, adorned in splendid attire fit for the occasion. A gasp of wonder escaped Chrysanthemum's lips as she watched the spectacle unfold. She felt a tingling sensation coursing through her own body, and she glanced down to see the same shimmering aura enveloping her. Before she knew it, she, too, had been transformed into this weird human shaped, on two legs. Truly wondrous. Her heart pounded with excitement and curiosity as she looked down at herself, taking in the sight of her long white summer dress adorned with large colorful flower patterns. Real flowers decorated her hair, their vibrant petals adding a touch of whimsy to her appearance. Despite the initial surprise of the transformation, Chrysanthemum couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and wonder at her new form. Looking up from herself and to the others, she saw the same kind of astonishment on them, at least some of them. She waved towards Riddler, one of those that she had met beforehand, a big smile on her lips. "Riddler! Hello!"Walking in towards the party, she quickly started to mingle with the other transformed guests, she couldn't contain her happiness at seeing familiar faces among them. Horses she had met and talked to before were now humans, laughing and conversing with each other. She even nipped a few wild flowers here and there, both from the meadow itself and from some decorations, to decorate those who she deemed too plain for such an amazing party like this. She was sure no one would mind if a few was missing, there was so many! Colorful banners fluttered overhead, casting playful shadows on the ground below. Twinkling fairy lights illuminated the meadow, adding to the magical atmosphere of the celebration, and Chrysanthemum's gaze wandered to the feast laid out on tables nearby, a mouthwatering display of human foods that beckoned temptingly. From savory appetizers to decadent desserts, there was an abundance of delights to savor and enjoy. On the other side of the meadow, a stage adorned with karaoke equipment stood proudly, inviting guests to showcase their talents and join in the festive spirit. Nearby, a makeshift dance floor awaited, the grass beneath trimmed to perfection for guests to twist and sway to the music. Something she truly planned on doing before the night was over, with whoever was willing to take twirl with her. Seeing a corner of the party seemingly being dedicated to show off your outfit, she couldn't help but almost run over, twirling around with her colourful dress. The bright smile one her lips was a decoration on it's own, just adding to the flowers in her hair. Seeing the others striking their poses, she figured out one that she wanted to do, and when it was her turn, she did just that. Twirling for a moment, she lifted her dress to twirl with her, as one foot popped up. Never did the smile fade from her eyes, not even as she left the costume corner and went to see if she could find someone else to hang out with. tag; notes; OOC notes; Costume Corner faceclaim; Elle Fanningdress; This dresscredit for art - medilic
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Post by EvixxX on May 12, 2024 18:42:17 GMT -7
Time, recently, had seemed to pass so quickly. Days, hours, minutes - they seemed like such an abstract concept of late. Agana had spent the last few days wandering mindlessly through the landscape; the pursuit to discover her past had not gone as well as she had hoped. The draft spent her days at pace, traveling until her legs gave out from near exhaustion and then practically dropping where she stood. Agana had yet to find anything recognizable in her travels - anything to help jog her non-existent memory. One could argue that it might have been prudent to have a plan, a strategy or even the wisp of intent, and one would probably be correct. But let's be honest with each other - that ship had sailed. The mare had reached the point where she was constantly anxious and burnt-out; trauma and exhaustion had pushed her over the edge. Her journey, which started out with a clear and concise purpose - had turned into an unrelenting mission for the impossible. With each day that passed, Agana's hope for regaining her memory waned even further. As she trudged through the lands of WE, the maiden wished, hell she even prayed, that someone would recognize her - validate her. Having felt that she had expended all of her options, at this point Agana thought she would trade anything for her déjà vu moment. With her sanity holding on by a thread - perhaps, tonight, her wish would finally be granted... Agana had heard whispers of a grand party nearby and although she was not in the best mindset of late, she thought that it might be her best chance of being recognized. "I would trade my soul at this point", she pondered to herself, and a small laugh erupted from her maw as her plump dark lips pulled upward in a smile. As the draft neared the supposed location, she quickened her pace to a working trot: her muscular frame extending underneath her liver brown pelt. Warm amber rays of sunlight warmed her back as she broke through the tree line unto the meadow, her long feathered pillars bracing for impact as she slowed to a stop. Sounds of the party before her floated on the air - a dainty breeze carrying laughter and music toward her keen lobes. It seemed so ... cheerful. In the distance, she could make out the faint twinkling of lights strewn in the tree canopy above the celebration; their soft glow creating a halo above the outline of the crowd. Agana continued forward towards the gathering and with each step that she took, a strange feeling inside of her grew. It was weird, the maiden thought; "It's as if this heaviness has been lifted..." Her enormous hooves, hidden by long heavy locks of cream, sunk ever so slightly into the soft earth of the meadow as she grew ever closer to the party. When she had reached a point just outside of the main celebration, Agana noticed that the air around her felt different. Although she had no way to identify what she was sensing, it reminded her of a summer thunderstorm - the atmosphere thick with humidity and an electricity in the air you could almost smell. Zap! "What in the f****** hell...", she muttered aloud, lingering static electricity enveloping her. The once mighty mare went to shake the static feeling out of her milky long tresses and rid herself of whatever had just happened. Except ... it didn't happen that way; she found herself shaking her small oblong head around in a half circle, long auburn hair covering her face as she did so. Startled, her head shot up, eyes wide with what could only be described as bewilderment. Agana tried to look behind her and found herself having to physically turn her head to do so. It felt so... odd. Pulling herself out of her own little bubble, the female looked around to the party. Had they just seen what had happened? It was then that she noticed that everyone was in human form. Not an equus to be seen. Equines of once different sizes, colors and markings were now humanoids of varying skin color, hair color and dress. Taking a moment to get over her shock, Agana took a look down at her own new form and began making mental notes. Fair skin. A long flowing dress of blue. She ran her hands through her locks and pulled some in front of her so she could marvel at it. It was a dark auburn brown, a color that reminded her of her normal liver chestnut pelt. It was, well it was amazing. She felt like a whole new version of herself; unburdened by the recent complexities of her story. Emerald, green orbs peered out over the crowd and surveyed the scene. With so many people about, it was hard to see but she could just quite make out a few tables, a gazebo and a stage on the far edge of the celebration. Not sure if anyone present would recognize the female and equally aware that they probably wouldn't recognize her in this form, Agana took off for the crowd. She slowly made her way through the grouping of people, looking at each and every one carefully. Maybe, just maybe she would see someone she knew from before. Having made it to the other side of the party without any luck, she made her way to a table laden with food and drink. While she was blissfully unaware of alcohol up to this point, oh boy she was about to find out just how dangerous it could be. Thoughts. Speech.Tag: Notes: Sorry it's shit.. Clothing: HereWC: 947 Facesteal: Alex Udinov from Nikita
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Post by Fallen on May 12, 2024 19:25:48 GMT -7
"Speech."
The sun was high, the warmth of the burning sphere settling upon his back as a smile spread across his kissers. There had been word of a party of sorts of something magical that was called upon to all the equine of WE. Despite the lingering of the war, of the blood speckled across his teeth, the dark being was never one to pass up such festivities. His beloved lingered behind however, welcoming to the idea of himself going. Selven had lain sweet kisses upon his bride before he set out to the meadow designated by the messenger. Oh how he hoped his love would come to her senses and join him.
A bit of time had passed, his 17.3 hand frame reaching the thick forest that bordered the edge of the meadow. An electric buzz was in the air as he traveled, warm speckles of golden light shimmered and sparkled. Lights were entwined within the tree's the thick sea of emerald blades tickled at his knees. His heavy crown shifted to gaze around at the beasts near by. It was however the ones before him that caught his eyes. Their forms seemingly shimmered with the golden light as the strode forward, their equine forms transforming right before his very eyes! The dark bastard chuckled lightly, but the sound changed as he moved. Soon, his own frame was changed.
The golden shimmer enveloped his thick frame, four hooves soon turned into two strong and veiny hands with nails glistening black. Pale skin replaced his magnificent black and ivory fur, his glorious mane and tail were replaced by thick locks and strands of black that fell to frame a hard chiseled face. Small golden loops dangled and chimed from his ears. The now human hand he adorned fell over his whole body. It was so strange but it felt so right. His strong, rough hands brushed the long golden cape he was adorned with, the texture of the filigree that covered the fabric sweet to his touch. The dark dress shirt beneath was simple with golden accents and with gold and obsidian buttons. The fine dress pants of the same simple hue with polished shoes on his feet. The now 6'5 tall man straightened his back, fingers straightening the golden chain and obsidian clasps about his neck as he strode forward. He wondered just whom he would see here, if he would recognize any and if any would recognize he. He would however say, he was a bit disappointed his precious bones didn't make it to the party.
As the humanized dark czar entered the area he smiled wide, that charmingly crooked grin he held as an equine on full display upon his human face. His teeth were bright and straight, his pose tall and commanding in its presence. His eyes fell upon all the women... so many were small and petite. Some adorned in drawings upon their flesh. Some with blazing locks of red and others mild hues of yellow and gold. However his mind went to his beloved. Oh how he wished she could be here, to share in such a moment with him. However, his mind was taken as he heard voices speak a familiar name. I'm Riddler, The voice said with excitement, and then there was another that trotted up. The sing song voice a tale tell sign even in this foreign form. His grand daughter. Selven did not hesitate to stride forward toward the small gathering. As he came near he slowed to a polite stop, his strong broad form and chiseled face tilting as he gave the group that charming crooked grin.
"Why hello Riddler, and friends. Never would I of thought the gods would bless us with such... whimsical forms." Selven said lightly, his thick accent the same as when he was in horse form. That and his eyes may be the only give away as he did not feel the need to drop his name just yet. However before he could speak to Chrysanthemum she was off, twirling about. "Ah, yes! This music! It is wonderful, is it not?" Selven spoke with cheerful jest in his heavy romanian accent slurring his words only slightly. His gaze followed Chrys before he excused himself from the trio with a polite shallow bow of the head and a light extension of his arm.
"My dear, you are beautiful!" Selven said as his long stride caught up to the twirling misses. His golden cape swaying against his legs. He to gave a sharp turn to the gathering around, showing off his glittering obsidian and gold themed fit his charming smile never ceasing. Another song started then, this time the notes heavy yet light, airy but strong. A chorus of string and key filling the air. Selven stood before his granddaughter then, "Might I have this dance, my dear?" He smiled sweetly, heavily accented tones inviting as was his pose now. The large man that he was bent slightly at the waist, weight shifted to his left foot as his right extended a bit, left hand tucked neatly at his side with his right hand fully extended in invitation to the young woman. The man would enjoy this time as a human by dancing the night away if he had it his way.
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Post by medilic on May 12, 2024 22:30:54 GMT -7
Salem, of course, had found yet another amusing way to spend his time, the world was yet to be anything but interesting to the beast. The magic that had developed and twisted his form into something rather new was odd, but not unpleasant. He had of course followed his golden lady; he couldn't help himself from it after all she was just so addicting. If Salem had any sort of knowledge over heights he would know now that he was exactly 6 feet on the dot. He could however tell that with each step his new form was just as muscular and filled out as the last, something he of course would expect, nonetheless. He would have been offended otherwise. He had stopped momentarily to gaze at himself in a mirror before beginning his search for the lady who had been his whole reason for coming. He could feel the twitch in his jaw as his newly blue eyes spotted Adora dancing with another man, he made his way slowly to her. Salem watched as another form greeted her, he watched the interaction play out as he slowed himself to a stop behind them.
Hands reached out as they sought the crook of the woman's waist, hoping to pull her in close. And if they had settled upon her waist, she would have felt his fingers caress the sides of her in a tender almost lovingly caress before his head drew near her and his lips opened as he spoke. "Adora you look ravishing my dear, but if you must dance with someone, please let me occupy that spot. I would hate to cause a scene." his voice was quiet as he spoke to her, light and teasing and even the threat behind his words was not against her. But he was serious, he did not want to cause a scene. But if he must, he would at least make it a good one. His eyes fell back onto the gorgeous lady before him. No matter the form she was so entirely beautiful, and he craved to show everyone just how beautiful he found her. He wanted to learn her all over again, it was as if the gods had blessed him with a whole other chance to set the attraction and desire that coursed between them alight again.
He would stand behind her rather protectively as he offered her the chance to respond to her friends or whatever, he did not know their relationship, and at the moment he did not know if he cared too. All he cared for was to capture this girl's attention and possibly get her to dance the night away with him, or at least tell him why she was here. He knew without a doubt he would be at her side no matter what kind of trouble they could be getting themselves into. After a few quiet moments, he let his hands slide up her body, down her arms, and with his right hand grabbed her hand, and pulled her around to face him as his left hand fell onto her waist. "Now darling, I hate to steal you away but I cannot help it I simply must dance with you tonight or I am afraid I may just perish on the spot." He said with all the dramatics he could possibly provide, which was promptly followed by a smirk and a quick lean in to provide her with something rather new..? a quick kiss had felt right, a simple action to savor a moment with his goddess.
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Post by Pippin on May 13, 2024 15:34:29 GMT -7
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Post by + ebonite + on May 14, 2024 16:10:07 GMT -7
vojorn With the crafting supplies lined before her, Vojorn stared at them, tongue sticking out slightly in concentration. At first, she'd grabbed everything to make the silliest mask she could imagine, but now she wondered if she could actually make this look good with... Well, whatever it was she was wearing. She'd grabbed purple and silver paint that gleamed in the light with tiny sparkles. Feathers might not look so classy, but there were also bits of black lace... Oh yes, she could work with this. Grabbing a paint brush (she was amazed she knew how to hold it), she began to paint two thirds of the mask with the purple paint, hoping she could mirror the dress' look. It was quite soothing, actually. Once she was done with the purple paint, she started to sketch out where she wanted to put the silver in her mind. There were some tiny brushes that would help her with that, though she wondered how well she'd be able to actually paint what she was picturing in her head. 'Vojorn,' someone called softly to her. She turned, noting that despite not knowing who they were quite yet, they had brought her food and so she liked them immediately. As he got closer though, she realized it couldn't be anyone other than Focalor. The giant grin returned to her face. He had made it here too! She wasn't sure if she was going to see anyone that she knew and she had been fine with that, but she definitely preferred for him to be here. Of all the people, she was glad it was him. 'You look amazing,' he said to her and she grinned wider, her eyes looking him up and down in turn. He was wearing a nice black suit, which seemed more practical than what she was wearing, but no matter. He cleaned up quite nicely, she had to admit. Her thoughts wandered down the path of what he would look like without those clothes, but she shut those down. This was a public party, no need to start down that path. At least right now. "As do you! So dapper and fancy. I'll trade shoes," she said to him, turning slightly so she could lift up her foot and shake it playfully at him. Her shoes did look nice, but she was glad she was sitting down now. The only thing she'd liked about them as she'd walked to get here was how much taller they made her. And she was already tall enough in this gathering. She'd wager she was close to six feet tall. That, combined with the obvious muscles in her arms, shoulders, and back made her look rather intimidating. She'd towered over many of the others as she'd walked and she wouldn't have it any other way. 'I got some food,' he said to her then and she eyed the plate, seeing what goodies he'd grabbed. There were dumplings and peppers and chicken and mac and cheese. Despite having eaten only ten minutes ago at the most, her mouth watered at the sight of it all. "My knight in shining armor!" she crowed and gestured for him to set it down at a clear spot at the table and join her. "Looks delicious. Do you like my mask?" she asked and gestured at the mask she'd been working on, a third of it still the plain black and the other two thirds gleaming with purple paint. It looked like it had dried now, so she could start detailing with the silver. She did not know how long she spent bent over the mask, painting little swirls and patterns with the paint brush. Every so often she'd poke at Focalor and show off what she'd done. She found out that she was not the most elegant of artists, but she didn't mind. She was proud when she finished it, even with its little imperfections where her hand had been shaky or she'd missed a connecting line, or her fingers had smudged a part she'd already gone over. Smiling contently to herself, she grabbed some glue and some bits of lace and started placing that over the top part of the mask, where it was still black. Setting that off to the side to dry properly now, she grabbed for one of the dumplings that Focalor had brought over. She must not have been working too long because the food was still warm. "Do you want to make a mask too?" she asked him between bites. Then, trying to convince him further, she put the mask on and got up from her seat, careful not to smudge her work. She struck a pose, showing off what she'd done. She couldn't see if it matched well, so she'd have to rely on his judgment. "How does it look? Does it match? C'mon I know you want to make one too!" She grinned beneath the mask, though truthfully she wouldn't be offended if he didn't want to make one too. She could see how others might find it tedious. She honestly wouldn't mind making more, though. If only she could retain this form. Maybe she could start a mask making business. Somehow she didn't think it would work out quite the same as a horse. Frowning slightly, she sat back down and took the mask off. "In all honesty though, you don't have to. You sat here and watched me make this so," she said, smiling warmly at him. "I'll do whatever you wanna do next. Pick your poison," she said, gesturing around to the rest of the gathering. There were plenty of other activities to do. There was a dance floor, which was looking inviting, though she was definitely going to be taking her shoes off for that. As surprisingly balanced as she was in these shoes, she was going to get sore quickly trying to dance with them on. There was also a karaoke corner, which was singing in front of people. Vojorn had never tried singing before, but she was open to trying anything out. Why not? She had to take advantage of being in this human form for as long as she could. tag ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ face claim nathalie emmanuel clothing dressnotesBonuses: - 1000+ words - Costume Corner "Speech"
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Post by shizwitch on May 15, 2024 16:12:09 GMT -7
As each creature made their way around, Lehava watched them. She could not recognize anyone but she wasn't sure if that was because of her own doing or their new skins. After taking a bite of the apple she thought of trying something else but was a little disgusted when one man started to inhale what she figured was shrimp. Part of her wished he get sick and ruin the women's dress he seemed to want the attention of. Who out of everyone appeared to be getting the most attention. There didn't seem to be anything special about her. One by one she could see some faces recall others. Yet, she remained by herself. Having made it this far, she was not going to let that get to her either. Then she thought of looking at the crafts table, someone did walk up to her. Lehava's gaze looked over the women. A little jealous of her attire. She admit as beautiful as she felt, she didn't feel comfortable in her new skin at all. This didn't feel like herself one bit. However, she would never admit to that and just offered a smile to the unknown face. "Not much different then the old skin." She shrugged her shoulders and then placed her arms out in front of her. Offering the fabric to be touch and show proof that she was not hot or cold. Then she took her old hands and started to feel the fabric. "Although I must admit, this isn't something I would have chosen myself." A sigh escaped her lips and she watched as the women went to address someone else.
Lehava could easily just walk up to someone but this was not in her nature. Two legs of four. Trying to decide what to do next, she could not help but to take interest in those who started to dance. It looked natural and fun. She wonder if it would be the same for her. Taking a deep breath, she offered her hand to the women named Venari. Giving a small bow. "I'm Lehava. Would you care to dance?" It didn't seem wrong of her to ask and she was content if the Venari said no. It was a gamble none the less and she decided to play the game. She started to make her way to the dance floor in hopes of not embarrassing herself. Part of her was curious if new faces would show up or if there was any short of time frame. Did everyone turn back at midnight or was this change going to last longer then a day. She was torn on how to feel about any of that and just kept herself distracted.
OOC: Not a lot of words this time but oh hey, we dance? Zohyd// Lehava's face and voice is by Zooey Deschanel. How she is dressed. Prompts this round: Dance Floor Delight
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Post by faeriiefox on May 18, 2024 3:52:36 GMT -7
As she enjoyed the festivities, Chrysanthemum's attention was drawn to a figure approaching from the edge of the meadow. Her heart leapt with joy as she recognized her grandfather, Selven, making his way toward her. He was tall and dignified,his very presence making her smile wider. Her golden eyes twinkled with affection as she looked at him, her smile wide and genuine. This was one of her favourite family members, the paternal grandfather was always kind to her and tolerated her flower decorating much more than anyone else. His compliment of her looks made a small blush appear on her cheeks before she did a small curtsy, holding her gown a little at the sides as she did, before giving him a twirl. She felt pretty in this dress, the flowers upon it fitting her perfectly. "Grandfather!" Chrysanthemum exclaimed, rushing to embrace him. She felt a swell of happiness as she hugged him tightly, the familiar scent of him reminding her of all the times he had been there for her. "Thank you for the compliment, grandpa," she replied, her cheeks flushing with happiness and maybe a little shyness from the compliment he had given her. Compliments was something she rarely recieved but it always made her happy to her that a member of her family still found her company pleasurable, "It's so wonderful to see you here."As the strains of a new song began to play, a soft, melodic tune filled the air, perfect for dancing. Selven extended his hand to her with a flourish, bowing slightly. He invited her to dance. Chrysanthemum beamed and placed her hand in his. "I would love that."They moved to the makeshift dance floor, the tunes of the music making her almost sway already with each step. As they began to dance, Chrysanthemum marveled at how natural it felt to be in this strange form, moving gracefully to the rhythm of the music. her grandfather was an excellent dancer, leading her with gentle, confident movements. She felt a deep sense of joy and contentment dancing with him, their bond evident in every step. "You dance so well, my dear grandfather," she said with evident joy in her voice, "It almost feels like I'm floating, even with just two legs like this."As they continued to dance, Chrysanthemum reached up and carefully plucked one of the flowers from her hair. It was a vibrant orange wild rose, its petals soft and fragrant. She smiled up at him and, with a delicate touch, placed the flower in the chest pocket of his coat. The vivid golden orange contrasted beautifully against the black fabric, a symbol of the love and respect she held for him, as her grandfather. "This suits you, grandpa," she said softly. "A little piece of me to keep with you."They continued to dance, the music wrapping around them like a warm embrace. Chrysanthemum felt a deep sense of gratitude for this moment, for the chance to share such joy and love with at least part of her family. He had always been a rock for her, always been there to let her decorate him with flowers and smiled towards her when none of her parents even wanted to look at the failure they deemed her to be. "Grandfather, I want to thank you for always being there for me," she said as they swayed to the music. "You've given me so much love and guidance. I don't know where I'd be without you."The song came to an end, Chrys didn't quite want it to end, not yet, as this was quite a moment for her. Stepping in to hug him happily, she smiled. There wasn't a care in the world that he was such a high titled person like he was. For her he was simply her grandfather, someone very important in her life. As she finished the hug, she took a step back to look up at him, his much taller frame making it impossible for her to not tilt her head back to look up at the now more and more familiar face. The eyes were the same, even if the face had turned from equine to human. "I do doubt that my father would have ever taken a twirl on the dancefloor with me," she couldn't help but almost giggle a little at the notion, she couldn't imagine herself even dancing with her father. Ever. "even if he'd look quite pretty in all these flowers as well!" She usually did decorate him whenever they saw eachother, but it wasn't without grumbling from his side, unhappy with the daughter that he had produced, despite her skills in everything related to herbs and what they could do, a true little witch. She however, did not despise or hate her father nor her mother for their despise of her. She still loved them dearly, even though she at times did wish that she could have this kind of relationship with him as well, one where they could dance and enjoy themselves at a party like this. "Tell me, grandfather, if I told you that I held feelings for someone... Would you be mad? It seems he could not come today, or I would have introduced you, but I do believe I have feelings for him, and I want you to meet him one day." being quite honest with her words at all times, she did not hesitate to mention her emotions to him, believing him to possibly have a softer reaction than what she suspected her father to have. Even her mother had never been particularly positive towards any colts around her when she was young. But Abaddon was someone she wished to introduce to her family one day, starting with one of the most important people in her life, the man standing right in front of her. tag; Fallen for dancing with her grandfather! notes; 1001 words OOC notes; Dance Floor Delight + 1000 words faceclaim; Elle Fanningdress; This dresscredit for art - medilic
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Post by Fallen on May 18, 2024 11:33:39 GMT -7
"Speech."
Selven was unsurprised at the sudden rush from his granddaughter, her sing song voice babbling like she always did. "Grandfather!" She exclaimed "Thank you for the compliment, grandpa. It's so wonderful to see you here." The dark human czar could not stop the smile upon his face as Chrys then took his hand. "I would love that." Selven's strong hand held her small delicate one firmly but with a gentle cadence. He guided her to the flattened area that was considered the dance floor, before beginning their dance. Selven was on cloud nine in this human form, the long legs of his human light and graceful. His hands knowing without fault. Their waltz carried them about, Chrys's beautiful dress swaying with each fluid and graceful motion. The twinkling lights a wonderful touch as they reflected like fireflies in his grandchild's eyes.
Once more Chrys spoke, this time as he twirled her before bringing her back in; "You dance so well, my dear grandfather, It almost feels like I'm floating, even with just two legs like this." Selven chuckled lightly, "I've had two lifetimes worth of practice my sweet, I would surely hope I'd be able to do it well." Chrys took her soft hand from his broad shoulder to take a beautiful orange rose from her hair, placing it gently in his breast pocket. Selven could only smile again, his nod gentle and thankful. "Thank you my sweet. I shall cherish it for long as I am able." Chrys spoke again, this time giving her thanks for his guiding hand. "Sweet child, you would of found your way with or without me, but I damn grateful you feel so strongly." The music began to reach its end, and as it did Selven guided his sweet grandchild a little faster. Their waltz becoming full of energy and at the crescendo he stopped their marvelous spin flawlessly, guiding his granddaughter into the most beautiful and correct dip.
He guided her straight once more, before stepping back and allowing himself to end the dance with another gracious though slightly less deep bow. Selven was slightly taken aback by the heartfelt hug his granddaughter gave him them. Selven would never understand how such a good natured creature could com from the vile virility that was his blood. However, as the now human equine did tend to forget, he was not always such a vile beast. He was created, not born... but he would never go back to how he was before the drastic change happened in his life.
"I do doubt that my father would have ever taken a twirl on the dancefloor with me, even if he'd look quite pretty in all these flowers as well!" Selven could not contain the deep laughter that fell from his lips at the thought of Othello, of all creatures, dancing. It was absolutely absurd! He and the wretched beast had come to a stalemate really. Othello setting aside his lust for vengeance per his mothers wrath, to just enjoy the lands and its fruits. Selven would be a fool to deny the usefulness that was the giant blood, ivory and ink colored beast and his eager lupine companion. "It is only his nature, my sweet. I'm sure he adores you in some way and would be thrilled to see how beautiful you are today." It was a half truth. Selven couldn't bring himself to be mean to his flower child.
Selven extended his arm to Chrysanthemum then, inviting her to be led from the dancefloor and over to the feast that was presented to them. Selven couldn't help the fleeting thought that while he had never been a human before, they as equines seemed to take a lot of their grandiosity from humans. Interesting. The large man that was the dark king was taken from his thoughts by Chrys again, a gentle hum strumming his vocal cords as she rambled. "Tell me, grandfather, if I told you that I held feelings for someone... Would you be mad? It seems he could not come today, or I would have introduced you, but I do believe I have feelings for him, and I want you to meet him one day." Selven smiled lightly, a small ah hah leaving his lips as he reached for a small sweet. It was a light yellow breading, with pale colored cream and golden designs. Handing the delicate treat over to Chrys he looked upon her gently, as a sheep would her lamb. "My dear, why would I ever be upset at you for love?" Selven said before grabbing himself one of the crystalline glasses of golden bubbling liquid. "If he is worthy of you heart and worthy of my blood, then there would be no reason to be upset." He said gently to her. He took a light swig of the liquid, the flavorful bubbly striking a memory. So the humans had fermented fruit juice as well? How interesting. Selven swirled the remaining liquid in its glass before he spoke once again, this time his piercing gaze fully on his granddaughter. "I can only assume Othello did not take kindly to you having eyes for another?" Selven lifted the glass to his lips again, this time pausing briefly as he looked at his grandchild from over the rim, "that is, if you've mentioned this fact to him yet." Selven's heavy brow quirked playfully, before he sipped at the liquid. Chrysanthemum may of been a warm, bubbly pot of daisies and honey, but he did not peg her as to be so foolish to bring this type of conversation to a beast like Othello.
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Post by medilic on May 18, 2024 17:18:55 GMT -7
Salem continued to try and lead his blonde lady away, ushering her towards the main dance floor. His hand pulled her close, he loved to touch her. To feel her against him or near him always made his skin burn in such a delicious way, his hand trailed up her back and stroked down it idly. He cherished the feeling that these bodies brought with them, how he could show her in news ways how he adored her. He wanted to see her reaction. He grabbed her hips and pulled her close, chest to chest as he brought his arm around her to cradle her back.
“You are glorious my darling, in any form. I do not understand how you could possibly be this stunning.” His voice was soft as he leaned in to place a soft kiss on her shoulder. His head pulled back as he offered her a boyish grin. His hand that wasn’t wrapped around her slowly came up and played with her long blonde hair, it was so soft and he had realized just how much he wished he had these hands in his other form as well. “You are so perfect, a goddess among mortals my dear.” He says softly, he wanted to cherish her tonight. As long as she of course would let him.
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Post by JUNI! on May 18, 2024 19:25:40 GMT -7
how dare we sit silently — & watch the world pass us by
Adora couldn't believe the way all of the eyes felt on her as she and this mystery man promenaded around the floor. She liked it more than she would admit out loud. Oh, she would not be this man's only dance tonight but she was the first. Adora recalled the first time she'd met Salem; "I am sure that many could stand in my glory, that will not make them me." The blonde grinned at the thought, blue eyes mingling over the man's face with a small laugh escaping her throat. The other women were just as alluring as she felt, and her body tingled when the Dark mistress at the refreshment table watched over Suadade and consequently, her. In the same breath, Adora was twirling in a circle when a face came into view that waved. "Adora, why doesn't it surprise me to see you here?" He said. His face was lit up in a way she hadn't expected, but appreciated, given the circumstances. He made way for them and had a hand on the other man's shoulder, and the pair had stopped, arms still wrapped against one another. With Riddler's introduction out of the way, he went on about the shrimp that he had in hand. Adora was trying to hide the smirk on her peachy lips. "Have you two tried these things yet? They are delicious!" She, too, watched as the pile was replaced with more. "I could eat these all night!" She was reminded of his incessant want to know what a S'mores was, and Adora shook her head with a tsk, tsk, tsk falling from her lips. "You're going to make yourself sick, Riddler." Adora said lightly. "But I don't mind if I do," The woman winked at him, reaching over her dance partner and plucking a plump shrimp from his clutch. She was just in time to see Chrysanthemum and her grand father locked in a dance, and Cathedral lingering to in wait, probably to ask for her hand next. Oh, what a joyous night! The blonde was leaned into Suadade with a laugh when she felt hands at her sides, eyes lingering on her current dance partners face as she awaited what she already knew was there. Salem was in her ear, whispering, "Adora, you look ravishing my dear, but if you must dance with someone, please let me occupy that spot. I would hate to cause a scene." She raised a brow, still facing the one who had her locked in his embrace. Without a word yet to Salem, she leaned into him. "Thank you," She said to him, voice a murmur against the noise of the festivities. "I look forward to meeting you again. You won't have trouble finding someone now that they've all seen what you can do on the dance floor." Breaking off from him and stepping back into Salem, she was surprised that he was already turning her to face, right on time. Her gaze passed by Riddler in that moment, offering a knowing nod, and then immersing herself into the man that was now in the strangers place. "Now darling, I hate to steal you away but I cannot help it I simply must dance with you tonight or I am afraid I may just perish on the spot." Once again, her brow raised, but before she could respond he did something that, in her natural form, might've struck her dead on the spot. He pecked her lips, and her entire body relaxed into him. There was a dreamy grin left on her lips as he parted from her. His eyes were the kindest shade of blue, something she didn't expect, and the way his brown locks fluffed over his forehead and swayed with ease. Adora shrugged her shoulders, biting into her lip as she purred, "Then perish," she jested. Ushering her farther away from where they'd stood, the blonde couldn't help the excitement that was stirring in her chest. Adora hadn't expected such a warm greeting from Salem; he did things at his capacity and her complaints were quiet, to herself. She had more than enough to deal with without concerning herself with romance at this point in her life, but she always took comfort in knowing that he was there. Helkaer or not, she liked him. Completely lost in his face, she almost missed his words. "You are glorious my darling, in any form. I do not understand how you could possibly be this stunning," he said. Adora blushed, wanting to smack him and kiss his stupid face all in the same second span. The breath in her throat hitched when he kissed her shoulder, body melting deeper into his. She liked the feeling of his arms wrapped around her. When his hand twirled around her blonde tresses, the hairs on her neck stood up straight. The anticipation was killing her. "You are full of surprises tonight, aren't you?" Adora cooed, and leaned into him with her lips to his neck as she breathed him in. Salem called her a Goddess, and she hummed. She rose her arms to wrap around his neck, kissing his cheek as she started to move her body to the music. Oh, as lovely as her first dance was, this felt far more right to her. The two of them danced, and she marveled at his humanness as they did. As much as she loved her real form, Adora knew that this night would linger in the back of her mind for years to come. She wanted to savor it, too. "If I am a Goddess, I only feel it's right to have someone so Godly at my side, no?" She asked. "I must admit, I like the jealous thing," she commented after a short pause, her tone low. "It suits you." Adora winked, letting her eyes move across the floor and toward the snack table, where a label stood out to her. S'mores. The blonde stopped mid stride, pulling away from the man. "Wait here, I must find Riddler!" She exclaimed, darting off for the table. As she reached it, she was completely in awe of the graham cracker wrapped treat. Adora plucked one and popped it into her mouth, shocked at the explosion of taste that hit her. Grabbing another, she turned back toward where Salem stood, motioning in the direction that Riddler was standing. It didn't take her more than a few seconds to reach him, tapping his shoulder and presenting the S'more to him. "Look!" Adora said, her tone obnoxiously girlish. "A S'mores! In the flesh." She was giggling under her breath, whisking herself away from him and back toward Salem, not waiting for his response. She took her place back at his side, biting the corner of her lip, blue eyes glinting with mischief. "Now, where were we?" Adora was laughing again, but this time she was scanning the party in search of something more to do than just dance. Her eyes fell on the craft corner, and she looked unto Salem sheepishly.
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Post by ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ on May 18, 2024 19:48:44 GMT -7
FocalorMaybe it had been a little bold of Focalor to just assume that Vojorn would recognize him in this new, twisted form, but to his relief, she did. In fact, she was not exactly subtle as she looked him over, which took quite a bit of his focus to not let his face grow any hotter. What he'd give for his normal coat of hair, to offer some privacy. "As do you! So dapper and fancy. I'll trade shoes," Vojorn remarked, immediately drawing his eye to her feet. The man's brows furrowed for a half-second as he contemplated the spikes strapped onto Vojorn's feet. It was something he recognized with this vague (but apparently extensive) knowledge of this new form, but not something he'd worn... or would like to wear. The shoes looked nice, but dangerous, for both the wearer and anyone who aggravated them. "How are you even moving in those?" he questioned, genuinely baffled by how anyone could walk around on spikes, but not everyone could win the Gladiator Tournament either. Of course, his very focused train of thought was thrown completely off course as Vojorn exclaimed, "My knight in shining armor!" His ears burned this time, which was something he didn't even realize was a thing, and he awkwardly brought a hand up to scratch the side of his head. "Looks delicious. Do you like my mask?" the innocent question drew his attention back to the table, where Focalor could see now the focus of the arts and crafts. A pretty mask, one that matched her dress, Focalor could tell at least that much. "I do, actually, it matches your clothes," he commented, deciding then was the best time to pull a chair up across from his companion and actually take a seat. A smile tugged at his lips as Vojorn dove back into her mask-making, seeming to detail it even further in silver. He thought it looked pretty to start with, but she continued on to add lace in a move that Focalor honestly wouldn't have thought of himself. It was fun watching Vojorn, he decided. The focus in her expression and the way her lashes would flutter with each dutiful look between the crafting supplies and the mask. Really, he could just stay there all night to watch her make masks and that'd be fine. She seemed to have something else in mind, though. "Do you want to make a mask too?" Vojorn asked, mid-way through eating one of the dumplings he'd brought, which reminded him to start popping them in his mouth as well - which wasn't the best idea as he nearly choked when she started striking poses. He laughed and coughed up the bit of dumpling that'd threatened his airway, "It looks good! It's pretty, I like it." He then looked down over the supplies, pausing a moment to consider the options, "I'll make one, but I don't think it's going to be as good as yours." He paused then, watching as her face faltered and it twisted his heart even to see that for just a moment. "In all honesty though, you don't have to. You sat here and watched me make this so," she started, not even finishing before he was vehemently shaking his head in objection, "I'll do whatever you wanna do next. Pick your poison." Focalor spared the party a fleeting glance, but turned back to Vojorn, already reaching for another blank, black mask.
"I'll make my mask, but then maybe..." he paused, the thought of music and dance rushing to his thoughts, as though he'd gone to many parties in the past. "We sing. After. And then maybe we can dance... and then I don't know what else you do at parties, but maybe we can steal some lights or something," he offered, his smile tinted with a bit of a smirk now. He wasn't sure how long they'd have these forms for, but he'd want to do as much as he possibly could with Vojorn while it lasted. If that just happened to mean trying to snatch some fairy lights out of a tree, then so be it!
With renewed determination, Focalor turned back to his mask, staring at it in deep contemplation for a moment before he started gathering up the silver and white feathers. It was still bizarre how he understand to glue them to the blank mask and that it would hold, but he fully trusted the feeling and went with it. He curled the feathers up around the left third of the mask, careful to not just obscure the eye-hole all together. Longer feathers continued on past the top edge of the mask, curling up into where his hair would be. At the heart of the feathers, where they bloomed, he placed several rich purple ones, trying to get as close to the color of Vojorn's dress as he could. He paused many times in thought, at some points sticking his tongue out as he attempted to glue a particularly unruly feather into place. When the side of the mask was finally lined properly, he paused and took the moment to start on his food. "What do you think?" he asked in between bites of several different mac & cheeses, this one a hearty five-cheese. He considered the mask as he let it dry, occasionally adjusting a feather or adding one between his thoughts and bites of whatever he was eating. He was rather pleased with his work overall, though. He thought it matched his black suit, but gave some color and maybe matched Vojorn's as well? Maybe not, but he did like the purple and he definitely had tried to make his best work. Satisfied, he tied a strap onto the mask and put it on, then standing and striking a pose as well - one hand on his hip, one behind his head as he forlornly stared off into the distance - a creature of drama. "Well? Do I match my suit?" he inquired with a smile, looking back to Vojorn.
"Ah!" he clasped his hands together to take one of Vojorn's between them, "let's go sing now? I probably took too long." Feeling a little awkward, he glanced around to the party surrounding them, noting that others had moved on to dancing with each other, but he'd still love to get a song in. Music felt like something fun, something that he'd like to share with Vojorn. He started to move towards the karaoke, offering his hand for Vojorn to take to come with.
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Post by illɘgal on May 18, 2024 20:08:36 GMT -7
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As strange as this evening was turning out, I had to admit that I was enjoying myself. Perhaps this was all just a fever dream. Until I wake up, I might as well have fun. I wasn't entirely surprised that Chrysanthemum had made an appearance as well, and a lopsided grin crossed my lips as I waved back to her. It was interesting to see everyone mingling peacefully and putting aside all our differences to simply have a good time. Wasn't that sweet? I quickly learned that the best way to find out who anyone was was to listen to their voices. How was I supposed to know what everyone would look like in a human form? And I can't exactly walk around and sniff people to see if they smell the same in human form. Well.... I suppose I could. However, something told me that wouldn't end very well for me.
So instead of foregoing my manners, I listened carefully (eavesdropped really) to see if I could recognize familiar voices. Another reached my ears as I finished introducing myself to the strange male dancing with Adora - King Selven. Why hello Riddler, and friends. Never would I of thought the gods would bless us with such... whimsical forms. I fought the sudden urge to bow, instead offering a wide grin. Hello and welcome! Just in case we were surrounded by enemies, I also left off the Dark King's name. What if someone decided to break the magical atmosphere with violence and try to harm him? No, I would rather my name be known than his. I was pulled from those thoughts before they became too troubling when Adora turned her attention to me. You're going to make yourself sick, Riddler. But I don't mind if I do. My grin reappeared but before I could answer, another unfamiliar male made his way towards our small group after the king had left. Given how he looked at and touched Adora, I made no move to intercept. If she wanted help, she most likely would have asked. Instead, I looked to the first man I had introduced myself to with a shrug and soft chuckle. Better luck next time, my friend. As I turned to walk away, I caught the woman's nod and gave her my own wink and a smirk. Definitely didn't need any help.
I passed by Chrys and Selven talking and was mildly surprised to find out that he was her grandfather. She must not have spent much time with him when she was growing up. I threw her another small wave and resisted going back to the table for more shrimp. Perhaps Adora was right, and they would make me sick. But did I really care? No... But the night was too young for me to already get sick. Instead, I passed by more strangers to come to a round, plastic bucket that was full of ice and drinks. Not knowing what any of the colorful cans were, I stuck with something that I was sure had to be water. I took a long swig, eyes closing as the cool liquid nearly burned going down. It was a relief to the warm temperatures and bodies that surrounded me.
I turned to grab another bottle when suddenly, I felt an excited tap on my shoulder. I turned around slowly, not liking the idea of being touched while I was in this unfamiliar form. My sharp comment died in my throat when I saw Adora and it was chased away by a confused smile. Look! A S'mores! In the flesh. I looked down at the little sandwich as she held it out and I took it with a grin crossing my features. It was gooey, still warm, and the white substance was making my fingers sticky. I knew Adora would tell me the secret. I looked back at her as she danced away back towards the stranger. I blew her a kiss with my free hand and slowly nibbled on the sacred S'more. I had no idea what was in it, but my eyes closed again at the burst of flavor. How could that woman keep this a secret from me until now?!
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Post by cici on May 18, 2024 20:10:08 GMT -7
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Trials and tribulations. Wasn't that always the way it went? It was a bit of a dramatic sounding issue to have, yet Sau was still biding his time -- allowing himself the chance to choose when he would integrate on his own accord, and calculate just which tribulation needed to be hurdled; figuratively of course.
As if his brain had completely shut off, the equine-turned-human felt his brain sort of protest it's duties, too utterly captivated by the woman heading directly towards him. It took everything in him not to screw this moment up by doing something stupid -- such as craning his head over each shoulder and looking for the object of her desires... No... It seemed her mind had already been made before she'd even stepped in his general direction. And he found that fact to be something delicious. She approached him with determination and confidence in her pace. Lace accents hung neatly over her milky skin, smooth yet appearing glowingly warm to the touch, and appetizing like a white peach, though even the boar could see she was not nearly as fragile as one. Her eyes were strong yet gentle, and his own teal gaze seemed to trace along the edges of her long, curled lashes, chasing the striking white eyeliner and even up to the very crown she wore on her head. Not only did she have the look of a stately woman in power, Sau could feel it radiating from her, and he somehow, suddenly needed to know her name.
But he bided his time -- waiting for the right moment to truly make such an introduction. His own name or identity wasn't important for the lady to know as far as he was concerned, so he could wait until she showed enough interest -- besides even he now knew she was capable of getting what she wanted in the moment. Even now, slightly confused as he was, Sau was more than happy to accept her outstretched hand in silence. On his visage he wore a subtle smirk, bemused enough by her robust request to have him join her, how could he refuse? Gently he took Adora's hand, no hesitation as his touch, warm and strong, it softly circled her daintier one. He'd agree'd to hold it since before the doe had gotten even halfway to him earlier, though he'd be the last one to admit that. He mirrored her cock of her head, having had no inkling of what was to happen next...
In what seemed like a flash, Sau lifted his free hand to briefly hold down his flat cap, the other one was ensnared in a wild woman's grip, unable -- and unwanting -- to be released. His smirk grew a bit, staying silent as he trailed behind her, honestly not much could distract him by his near-sighted focus, taking his unbothered time in scanning his captor from the lace hem of her dress to the very crystals that adorned the top of her crown. Golden hair cascaded down her backside like a waterfall of gold light. Another record scratched to a stop in his head -- and the man cleared his throat briefly as he soon realized where she had whisked him away to. He flashed a sheepish, almost embarrassed smile at first. But as he allowed her to maneuver his limbs like a willing rubber mannequin, he couldn't help but let his slightly hesitant expression turn into a genuine smile. "I don't mind," he replied with a deep and succulent tone, suppressing a small chuckle in his chest at the silliness of it all. "This is the first time i've been kidnapped in order to be a dance partner, though." He smirked again, glancing around them. He held one hand sitting snuggly to her lower back, the other held strong and secure, yet gently around hers. They moved to the music, much like a gentle waltz, and Sau was too distracted by this happenstance's trial to be particularly fascinated by the fact that he knew what he was doing. He opened his mouth to reply to her again, but before he could speak the words of what looked to be one of her many admirers. Normally Sau would been gobsmacked by this entire scenario, but he was far too interested in not knowing what would happen next with her, only to realize it would in fact be short-lived...
His gaze stayed on Adora for a moment, delaying their departure in order to be met with a voice he both didn't recognize, and didn't care to learn who it belonged to. His smirk had faded, and with a stoic demeanor he turned to look at Salem, and almost instinctively Sau felt his chest tighten, and his chin rise a bit, gazing slightly down his nose at this man -- as if he were some threat that needed extinguished. Having already interrupted their dance, Sau's gaze was threatening, and overacted with a shadowy darkness. It was clear he was annoyed by the interruption, but he also knew he was still in the presence of a lady -- and not just anyone -- Lady Adora. He remained relaxed, easing his dark expression a bit before flashing a small smirk at Salem once again, his voice was low and even toned. "Well... I wouldn't want to cause a scene..." His shadowy gaze lingered on Salem probably for a moment longer than they should have. But snapping out of that, Sau turned his gaze back towards the wild woman who'd swept him up like a party favor and plucked him on the dance floor.
He said nothing at first, knowing he could maybe earn her attention in the near future, he decided to at least hand her over to another man with his own dignity still in tact. Casually he asked for her hand, holding his open palm facing upwards, his fingers waiting to curl around hers if she were to take his first. Bringing both their hands up to his visage, Sau left a polite yet gentle kiss against the back of Adora's hand, his teal optics remaining glued to hers while he did so. "Thank you for the dance, Miss Adora." he quietly stated, smirking lightly as he brought their still joined hands towards Salem to hand her off to him. Sau's expression falling dark again as he went to hand the beautiful lady to her loyal follower. The light caught his silver feather tie pin as he turned to leave, Sau dug for the hat he'd placed in his coat pocket before they'd entered the dance floor, his fingers tugging at the bottom of his vest, and straightening his tie.
He sighed to himself, pausing as he stepped away from the coming and going foot traffic at the dance floor. Now that he had a moment to reflect on what just happened he couldn't help but smirk at himself. Not bad for a bachelor raised feral animal, maybe he'd learned enough in his time on his own to at least come off as semi-civilized. The more he thought about it though, the harder it was to push Adora from his mind. Not only was she strikingly beautiful, but her sense of spontaneity and mysteriousness caused the boar to feel a shiver fall down his spine. Sort of rippling through his brief daydream like an old film being burned on the reel, Sau felt himself do a double take at the sight of another doe that was out on her own. And not only was she on her own, she was throwing back drinks like she'd done it her whole life.
One step in front of the other brought him closer to her, his hands resting in his coat pockets casually. Her white lace dress and red crown's dazzled contrast was striking against her long raven hair. How could a doe like her be on her own at a function such as this? As he approached her, Sau let a small smile grace his features, enough to express his feelings of no-harm-intended. "You can't tell me no one has asked you to dance yet?" he stated in a cool and quiet tone, he smirked this time, wondering if a tactic like this would be enough to get his mind off the previous dancing situation. He reached out his hand before her to see if she would take it. Entirely trial and error at this point he wasn't sure what to expect. "I don't bite." he smirked playfully.
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Post by Zohyd// on May 18, 2024 22:31:31 GMT -7
angel of wrath {Someday you're gonna wake up, gonna wake up, from a life in fantasy} It did not take long for the drinks she had thrown back earlier to take hold of her thoughts and her body. The perfectly poised and stiff Queen that navigated crowds so flawless with such eloquence seemed to loosen up. There would be no world where Akroma was not elegant but the few drinks did let her hips sway a little more and her mind drift from all the formalities of what might need to take place. Her gaze swept over the crowd of gathering faces in search of one. Would she know him when she saw him? Would he even bother to come? Should any ask who she looked for she would deny she had her sight set out for any particular one individual. She was merely taking in all the beautiful faces, clothing and new forms. Her features were bright and a soft smile never left her plump lips to show any signs of disappointment when not being able to pinpoint him. Perhaps with the war Xerxes would not waste his time on such a frivolous event with the whispers of magic that might be beyond his control. Had he shown she had no doubt his human form would be striking and capture the attention of all that attended. He would be pulled from one hormonal bitch to the next. All wanting to take a bite out of him and while he might not admit it, she was certain he would enjoy it. Akroma would not. She would not wish to try so hard in capturing his attention. This party would only give him the opportunity to hurt her more. To toy with the jealousy side she held despite their long lost love finding a road of friendship. No. His presence here would only cause strike and heartache. Slender frame moved throughout the crowd with more ease as she slowly sipped on the cool liquid in her crystal glass. Each sip slowly peeling away the rough layers she wore on the outside. Mocha gaze watched as a large group seemed to be gathering. Much focused belonged to one, golden hair individual whom was undoubtedly the star of the show. Pure bliss and joy wrapped into a petite package. Her innocence put a bow on her beauty and Akroma watched for a few moments as so many vied for her attention. She handled the changing of dance partners well but others seemed sour about their place on the back burner while she focused on her next victim. Akroma was glad so many were enjoying themselves and leaving the war behind. How dark days could be forgotten for a few hours to let loose. Her direction headed back towards the table of fermented liquid. Petite hand placed the empty glass on the table but she dare not grab another for fear it might put her over an edge she could not pull herself back from. It did not bother her to watch and enjoy the crowd from afar. While she did not dive deep into any more festivities or seek out the company of others it did not mean she was not enjoying herself away. She was a no body here and it felt... freeing. Her attention had been turned towards another portion of the party when her peripherals caught the frame of a man moving closer to her. Instinctively she did not look as she was certain he would merely pass by and find himself indulging in the many goods placed on the tables beyond her. You can't tell me no one has asked you to dance yet? Masculine tones reached her attention as the frame that had been moving now stopped. Her gaze turned to land and lock with the most beautiful teal gaze she had ever seen. Her own widened a bit by the surprise that he was stopping before her to talk and even wishing to whisk her to the dance floor. Mouth parted slightly as she held speechless for just a moment. In almost a panic her gaze shifted over the crowd once more before landing easily upon the handsome face before her. How long had it been since a male approached her, even in her equine form? When Akroma was first made Dark Queen she had many who wished to seek her attention. For years she could bring in any she wished and there was no shortage of compliments. When Xerxes became Dark King and he began to make a name for himself- things changed. No one dared to approach her. Flirt with her. Offer to entertain her at any sort of social gathering. He seemed to sleep with everything that breathed; aside from herself. Some bullshit lie about not having the cambion disease kill her despite their ties with the ability to heal her. She slept with no one and entertained no one. Granted she didn't want to much at the time but it did grow lonely and so often she yearned for the touch of another. Both of their deaths had brought them closer than ever. It also brought their twins, Everest and Venari. But that bliss had been so short lived. And even now- when things crumbled and after her reign of Lady of the Underworld was long over... none still bothered with her. She was a past lover of Xerxes that perhaps some still thought he cared for. They would not dare get involved if it meant getting on the Lord's bad side. It made for a lonely life at times. But Xerxes was not here and the gentleman that had just approached probably had no clue who she was. She glanced at his outstretched hand as he said I don't bite, a playful smirk plastered easily on his handsome features. Akroma had noted his presence earlier with the beautiful blonde- his demeanor had changed as he had walked away from the star of the show. Was she to be used as a tactic to win the attention back of her? She would play along. Quickly the mixture of shock and panic melted from her own face as her features now grew warm and she smiled back towards the ravishing young man. I am used to those that do should that statement be untrue. There was a bit of jest in her words as she allowed a soft chuckle to follow. As Queen of the Dark Alliance twice and Lady of the Underworld on her resume; Akroma was only used to those who bit. I hath been merely waiting for one bold enough to ask me. Her accented tones could not be completely covered. She tried to cover up some of her old English that would be a dead give away had she had an encounter with this beat in he equine form. Gracefully she placed her hand lightly in his for their departure to the dance floor. Every part of her hoping this human form would know how to gracefully move and follow the partner that lead her. As they approached the dance floor her gaze turned towards the mic on stage. It had yet to be occupied and she glanced back towards the masculine man who lead her. Ye may not bite, but do ye sing? After a spin or two on the dance floor we could put on a showstopping performance. Perhaps win over the beauty ye were with earlier. She offered him a playful wink as she extended the olive branch. Going up and singing solo seemed terrifying. But a few drinks in and with a potential partner... perhaps they could pull it off. ooc- cici you can message me on disc or here if you want to coordinate a duo for them! I can get a post up early in the next round so he can try and win Adora over <3 TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP GIF
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Post by Zohyd// on May 18, 2024 23:17:07 GMT -7
shatter the surface {lost in the silence, lost in the violence, gone and forever time is whatever} Piercing and cold gaze watched as more filed in and began to found their groups. There was one particularly loud group that still had a great deal to do with the names she had hear earlier. That Adora name belonging to the golden girl seemed to be quite popular. Venari didn't understand it- but not from a position of jealousy. While everyone looked to different in there own way, they all seemed to look the same. None seemed to stand out beyond the rest and yet it was this individual that had many lining up for a chance to seek her affection. Venari found the bubbly personality annoying as the young girl screamed she wanted attention. It seemed she got what she wished for. Was this Adora creature equally sought after in her four-legged form? Judging by her bright and outgoing personality she could most certainly guess the lady did not belong to the the Dark lands or the hellfire lands below. Which placed the girl in realms that were her enemy; but something Venari would not let cause a scene here tonight. This was a mere observe and information game. She doubted the powers from those even above herself and her sire would allow much bloodshed happen beyond a bar brawl should too many boys suddenly grow a pair after a few pints of beer. Her approach and questioning of the other bystander female seemed to go off just fine. Venari was offered a smile before her questioned was answered, Not much different then the old skin. Her arm then outreached as she offered Venari the chance to touch the fabric. A tattooed arm outreached as thin fingers lightly felt the long fabric it was soft but seemed light. Although I must admit, this isn't something I would have chosen myself. Venari let her gaze take in the navy and red dress. It was extravagant compared to her own- but all were given the piece of fabric she seemed to wear. What would you have chosen for yourself? A general question that matched the current conversation. There was a sea of dresses and varying fabrics showcased before them. What would this unknown lady prefer should she have been given the choice? Suddenly Venari watched as a hand was extended this time, words from her company speaking once more. I'm Lehava. Would you care to dance? Cold gaze glanced towards the many bodies twirling about. The name was unfamiliar, but not surprising given Venari's lack of presence with her captivity in Utopia. I'm not sure I know how... but why not. Thin shoulders shrugged as she put her hand in Lehava's before walking towards the dance floor. While many partners dancing seemed to be man and woman this didn't seem wrong. Venari was not attracted to the female should any think. The men were clearly occupied with the golden haired girl, so they would take it upon themselves to still enjoy the festivities. Venari let her gaze look at the position of those around her. She placed her other hand on the shoulder of Lehava with her elbow up. I draw the lines at any aerial moves. She laughed slightly at the thought of them trying to do any type of crazy jumps or moves. That would be well beyond her ability she was certain. Unless this two-legged form had skills beyond what seemed normal and natural. ooc; shizwitch - not many words myself. Started feeling sick after I started this, so just needed to tie it up Face claim : Madeleine Liljestam tattoos included DressTEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP Photo
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