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OoC: Okay, my last post. :3 Finishing up!
Now he had them all the way he wanted them. They were nobles and comrades, with every reason to defend their kingdom and bring in more recruits. This place was the only place they could find true freedom - not in the rigid structures of wolf packs, and not struggling to survive on one's own. Here they could be lazy and get fat on the riches of the land, they could fight out their disputes instead of relying on corrupt laws, and they could enjoy every vice that do-gooders frowned upon. Sure, they might need some guidelines; they were not criminals, but there was nothing wrong with a little gambling, a lot of drinking, and the occasional bed-warmer, was there?
"We will feast! Leroy has brought us a deer; we can build a bonfire on the sands, eat, drink, and be merry! Ruri, sing us a song? Firefly, stay a little while - you'll need some drink in your belly before you can mark the borders." His fangs flashed in an excited laugh, as he ducked through the doorway to the main room, leaning down to scoop up a stash of bottles he had moved there earlier. It was thanks to Haven that he had found the dive bar in Halifax, but he had returned there several times since then, both to indulge his whims and to carry off some of the drinks for this very occasion. With such a heavy drinker around, the resources left behind by the humans would dwindle quickly. At least he was charismatic; in the length of several minutes, he had brightened everyone's spirits enough to celebrate, rather than sit about in the gloom of twilight and think morbid thoughts.
Svara needed to rest; she could stay indoors, and no doubt her mate would bring her some food when she was feeling up to it. Ruri was not allowed to drink - king's orders, it wasn't safe when she couldn't see where she was going - but she was welcome to sing by the fire and feel accepted. Haven could visit his family tomorrow if he wanted to, to show them how he had turned his life around. Firefly could accept this as her new family, a good pack to replace the bad one she left. The future was titillating. Jacquez could not wait to wake up the next morning with a hangover, knowing that the land he slept upon was his own, that he had done what he came here to do. His own Cour des Miracles, open to all comers.
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