[AW] the star of the slowest revolution
[Saturnalia]
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+3 The Saturnalia Feast is non-mandatory. I'd like to keep this moving, so after my second post there will be Open Posting for all. :3

The day had been long, but it was not over yet. Saturnalia was to be concluded with a feast, and one so lacking in formality it seemed odd to Salvia. Still, she looked forward to the festivities. After so many months of long darkness and the stress that came from one usurper and a second who might have taken them with him, she was glad to let others direct these things while she herself merely appointed one. That was decided early on, when Salvia stopped by the supper hall and met with Siv.

But that had been hours ago. Salvia had cleaned herself vigorously with cold water, swimming in the small river just beyond the Ruins. She had been damp when she returned home and laid out before a fire. After an hour of grooming her fur, applying the perfume that Isabella had given her so long ago, Salvia gleamed like a winter sun and smelled like the pine forest itself. Her hair was pinned carefully up with casual ease; she had no servant for such a thing, and would not ask TaeKyung to do it. Her companion was a warrior, not a maid. It would be an insult.

Salvia had let the bear pelt bake in the sun all day, and now donned it with pride. It made her look imposing and massive, and was the only grizzly pelt she had seen since Sirius and her father had taken one on from its place near the mountains. Now she bore the same weight and would see to it that such a tradition continued; they would need to remember their roots.

She arrived early to the feast and dismissed Siv so she might prepare herself. Salvia directed the slaves in regards to the final preparations, and as evening fell, ordered them to light the lanterns and torches in the hall. It was time. A loud, deep wolf’s howl rolled from her chest and set out its summons.

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-- Loki is in his Optime form! ;D Mel, lemme know if the assumptions with Siv helping him are okay or not. :o


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He had been waiting for this -- his first celebration as more than a simple child, a celebration that he understood and could participate in. He had seen a man's blood spilled onto the earth that Salsola could collect their bounty in the spring, and he had placed gifts at the doorstep of his home just before midnight. And now Loki could walk into the great, torchlit hall in the form of an adult.

The youth had no great cloak or armor to wear, but he did not go plainly to the feast. He'd presented his form to his mother and asked for her help with the same incense they'd worn for the sacrifice, though he added some of his own scents after rolling in pine needles and other clean, sharp smells in the woods. He'd made sure that his silvery fur was groomed -- and now that his hair was combed through, too, and trimmed so it was not some wild mane. He slicked it back, the dark grey of his ears.

When the summons came, Loki was ready. He walked proudly to the hall on two legs, and grinned in a way that suggested pure enjoyment of the celebration more than pride at what he'd become.

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Lillith Alexandria

Trombetta

Word Count → 420 :: OOC.


Energized by the sacrifice the night before, Lillith had not fallen asleep until she felt her work was done. She felt pride for being a Salsolan now, and a strange love for her pack-mates that she had never felt before. Despite she herself not being able to experience joy and wonder like the others, she felt she had a duty to deliver these feeling unto them, if it was possible. The night was spent putting the final touches on the gifts for the pack mates.

She knew the majority of them were female, and so had mostly crafted jewelry, bracelets and necklaces woven with beads and feathers and dried flowers, earrings made of sea-shells and polished stones. They were simple, but beautiful and well made. She would give them anonymously, though if someone were to inquire, she would make sure to let them know it had been she who had created them.

She made sure to arrive early enough to place these gifts at every table setting, that way the others would immediately be greeted to a present once they arrived. She had clothed herself in her finest furs, and reapplied fragrant flowers to her hair. She did not feel the least bit tired from staying up all night, but instead, felt a deep and reverent calm.

Salvia was there when she arrived, setting the slaves about their tasks; Lillith did not bother her but did acknowledge her with a nod. She had already given the Boss a special gift earlier, but had made sure to include one of the pieces of jewelry for her as well. In fact, Lillith had made several personalized gifts, but they were for the youth; Loki and Violeta. She assumed she would see them tonight.

When Loki did arrive, by himself, Lillith was surprised. She had not realized he was old enough to shift, the necklace of bone she had made for him several weeks ago probably would no longer fit. But she had created a matching bracelet for him; it was braided chord with bear and fox teeth woven in, and the centerpiece was the upper half of a squirrel skull. Despite his two legged form, she approached him and smiled, Hello Loki, you smell wonderful. It was a sincere compliment; the youth smelled like the forest itself, Good Saturnalia to you, I’ve made you a gift. She felt like she had to bend down to hand the bracelet to him; he was so much shorter than her that it was nearly comical.


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(634)

Can't change so unnaturally, Demons they follow me
All my reasons for insanity, all a part of me

It was frustrating growing older and understanding all that she was missing out on by being constrained to only her lupus form. It was apparent that her time was drawing near, but the youngest Revlis child was growing weary with anticipation. She was no longer enthralled by the innocence of youth, and longed instead for the complexity of adulthood. Green eyes had fallen upon their Queen and looked to her now with such reverence and inspiration; she saw in Salvia reminders of her father and all that she wanted to be. Lily wanted nothing more than to be able to prove herself.

Yet restricted to four legs she still was, and so Clover had been gracious enough to aid her daughter in accomplishing the tasks she had set out for herself. The most pressing issue now was the gifts – Lily had come up with ideas, but executing their presentation would not come easily without the use of Luperci hands. Clover had tied the smalls bags of potpourris, teas, cannabis, and jewelry so that Lily could deliver them on her own. She had been persistent about giving them out by herself, as it was one thing she could do on her own. There was only one person who had intercepted her on her gift delivery, but Lily didn’t mind that the recipient knew the gift giver’s identity. All in all, the girl had deemed the early morning adventure a success.

The time for the feast arrived, and Lily rose from her place in the Ruins and looked expectantly to her mother. Clover smiled approvingly, truly at peace to see her daughter so excited about her first big Salsolan celebration, and rose to follow her off to the hall. Lily led the way, chatting excitably about the gifts she had given and what she predicted the night would hold.

Her words died away as the warm glow of the lanterns played shadows against the wall and set a warm, inviting feel to the place. She was in awe for a moment, simply taking in her surroundings before she let her green gaze travel to those who had already arrived.

Lilith was a woman she had seen before, but had never spoken to. As Lily and her mother advanced into the hall, the woman’s back was turned to them as she spoke to another Salsolan. It took Lily a second to figure out who was on the other side of her Famly member and her green eyes widened in shock when she realized.

Her knight was there, be no longer was trapped in the body of youth. He was an adolescent now, gifted with the form Lily had yet to receive. The silver knight looked happy to bet there, just as Lily was, beaming with a smile. It reminded her of the same sort of look he had presented at chasing the chickens – handsome, confident, and with a subtle hint of mischief. Lily watched with somewhat jealous eyes as the two of them spoke and seemed to exchange gifts.

But her gaze easily broke away from the duo when she found the magnificent presence of the Boss. Donned in the skin of a grizzly, Lily was reminded of her father, of whom she did not know truthfully well but adored all the same. Her heart panged for the man she and her mother had left behind.

"Happy Saturnalia!" She called cheerfully to them all, before throwing her gaze over her shoulder at her mother. In one hand Momma Clover held a tiny bag of cloth, and from it she produced the other hand clenched in a fist. With a broad grin she tossed a fistful of dried thistle flowers into the air like confetti. They floated towards the floor of the hall like a palest pink snowfall.



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360 partyin' till the break of dawn~ people are welcomed to reference Omitl throughout the event!

She rose and arrived when the summons were made to call the Family together. She wore the same outfit she had came in to watch the sacrifice, a clean, simple dress, but at least she left the grim face at home this time. Omitl had followed after her, her purring speech easing her and making her more cheery and in the festive mood. However, as they neared the gathering, the lynx mewed her farewell, and disappeared off into the night. Harrow knew that she must have had a plot that involved infiltrating the party to hunt on the unwary and rob them of their dinner scraps with a heartwarming act. Omi was tricky like that; she wanted the wolves to respect her, but yet she pulled stunts like this that made her out as nothing but a mindless mouth to feed. The woman merely shook her head with soft laughter, and continued on to where the lanterns glowed.


A puppyish cheer echoed as she came into the scene, and she paused for a moment as she saw the last of the pink petals twirl towards the earth. A handful of others had shown before her, and already they were mingling together. Mostly they were canines she never really spoke to, some relatively new to the Family but becoming reoccurring faces, and a few she felt were previously too young for her to have good conversation with. Her only real familiar at that moment was the Boss, whom she nodded to respectively in silent greeting, but she did not go to; she had already gave her gift to her sister, and the dark woman didn't want to take her time away from better company than she could provide.


So she stood near the small crowd, not quite an outliner, but she did lingered a couple of feet from the nearest canine, unsure how to immerse herself. It would become easier, surely, once the event was in full swing that socializing would become second nature as the festivities would become infectious and cast a good mood over all. But she hung back then, and was content with silently watching the few converse.


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There was little that Kynda needed done before the feast, though she boasted a brilliant gemstone upon her chest that had come mysteriously in the night, alongside a nice plump rabbit. Still, she was thrilled with the events on a whole, and only mildly disappointed she was not better able to gift her packmates. Instead dead animals, all killed with the expertise of a child, had been delivered here and there with her mother’s aid. This meant that a heap of things had arrived on their doorstep early, and now that the feast was coming Kynda was beyond thrilled to be a part of it properly.

She trotted towards the chateau and found smoking torches and the smell of meat to greet her. There were others there—the Boss, looming like a great bear near the head of the table; a dark woman lingering near the other girl puppy (Lily, Kynda remembered) and her mother, a tall woman, and…her purple eyes widened and her dainty asphalt colored ears perked up.

“Loki?” Kynda called, and trotted up to him boldly. She was taller than he was, but not anymore; now she needed to look up to see his face, looking familiar but somehow different now that it was framed by dark, swept-back hair.


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dip my tail in blood ink, write it down in red
(337) Sorry for joining a bit late ^^;

The coydog had spent his morning being productive. He had already been out of his new home for the first time under his new disguise and he had made the final touches to his gifts. Having the afternoon to himself was just what he wanted. He was able to move about through the ruins to drop them off. How fitting that he would be giving his first gift to the first two females that he had met. They were both strong and high in the ranks. He wanted to be able to prove himself to them, having them take him in as part of the true family. Just that goal alone strived for him to do his best and perhaps do better than that.

It wasn’t long after Locke had dropped off the gifts that he heard a howl coming in the distance. From the sounds of things, it was the Boss, calling for the others. This was after all the day of the celebration. A smile came to his face as he began to make his way towards the sound of her call. He presented the new fang that he wore along his neck proudly. He wondered if the two who received their gifts would know it was him who gave them, or perhaps someone else seeing as he kept one for himself. Perhaps he would create the illusion that he was given one himself.

It didn’t take him long to arrive at the gathering place. It seemed he had come later than the other members. Seeing as all of them looked to be part of the true family, he offered all of them a bow, hoping to make himself look good in front of all of them, Good Saturnalia to all of you. He soon moved back up and couldn’t help but move over towards the Boss. She wore her grizzly cape with pride. She looked good in it. He closed his eyes half way as he smirked, You never cease to amaze me Boss.




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Gonna close this in one week so please make sure you get any posts in before then. I won't be posting as Sal anymore until the end to wrap. OPEN POSTING


Siv Helsi was not a vain woman by any means; she had been taunted in her youth, called too big, too manly. Her size had become intimidating to men, for when she was equal to them (and sometimes superior) in strength, they had imagined her somehow less. When she had been named volva, however, things had changed. Now she had been gifted the rites of magic, and of the power that came with that.

The power was in sex, and the power was in lies. But she would not stand idle and let false gods stand where those, even if they were only stories of long-dead, of righteous old lore fade. She had made that abundantly clear to Isabella in so many words, and reinforced it in her daughters. Now that she had many offspring, she believed that things would come full circle in time.

But her preparations were made with graceful hands and skilled work, braiding and working her hair and integrating small chains, delicate feathers. She looked wild and dangerous, cloaked in her fineries. Mostly, though it was to hide another costume…

She arrived alone, her bundle wrapped carefully as to hide it. Loki and Kynda were together, and she approached them quickly. “Hello dears,” the dark woman called, and acknowledged Salvia’s passing glance with a deep nod.

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Quote:The feast went on, relaxed and full of pleasant conversation. Before food was served, Salvia announced that Loki was to be the Lord of Discord. Siv revealed a crafted outfit of sheepskin, antlers, and feathers, obviously meant to look wild. Throughout the night Loki proved how clever he was by his orders, and overall those who attended had an enjoyable time. Salsola's party went till nearly dawn, at which point the remaining stragglers went home and left the slaves to tend to the mess left behind.


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