we'll be together while the planet dies [vesper]

inferni birthday

POSTED: Sun Oct 20, 2013 9:35 pm

-- I am late. Mah. Sorryyy. D8

Going to start this assuming everyone is gathered. You can reference your character's appearance in your post, of course!

Here's our prompt for a refresher: The main gathering thread will have roasting of whatever is caught in the hunt, as well as chickens and sheep and pigs from Inferni's communal animal stores. It's way more redneck-y and sprawling than any kind of formal feast, remember! Maddox will be cooking, perhaps with a few assistants, and your character is free to hang around on the D'Neville front lawn and swap stories with fellow Infernians. PS -- there will be alcohol~

Remember, you can start threads not connected to the main roast thread. This is useful if your characters get embroiled in a deep conversation late at night!

Remember also the birthday celebration rules. Skip others after a given time, strict post order. As a courtesy, try to keep your posts below 400 words. o: It's easier to keep up if we all write short posts. Thanks for participating and making Inferni awesome, guys~


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Maddox had outdone herself. The tawny Aquila was certain the cook wasn't the only one to have worked hard that day -- she herself had been set to slaughtering a pair of ewes and a trio of young lambs -- but it was apparent Maddox's magic had gone into everything that was prepared. She busied herself turning a carcass -- it did appear to be one of the ewes -- over the firepit. The smell of cooking and cooked meat permeated the air -- but there was plenty still bloody and red, too. Even that had been carved into neat portions, and probably seasoned and salted, too. Myrika would look for something plain.

She was nervous about her children being around the alcohol, but thus far none of them had dared drink. All had attained their two-legged forms by now, and they were certainly capable of the physical act of drinking -- but the Aquila preferred them sober until they were a little older. She herself did not touch a drop of the stuff. There were plenty who would indulge enough for the rest of the clan, she thought. Even the old woman clutched a small bottle of wine, sipping from it slow care. There was little revelry in Kaena, but Myrika thought she could see pride in her grandmother, all the same.

For the clan's birthday, they were not so large as they once had been. There were plenty of coyotes around, though, and the gardens did not feel at all empty. On the contrary, there was noise and warmth and mirth enough for a clan three times their size, Myrika thought. Inferni did not lack for any of that tonight.

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POSTED: Mon Oct 21, 2013 11:49 am

Lorelei had been one of the first few to show up. She found a suitable area to sit in, and then horded some of the best alcohol for herself for the night – stashing the extras under the table for when she finished the first choice. She mainly stayed by her table, hoping her father would come join her. She didn’t look at much of the food because her main concern was the alcohol – how much of it was there and how much of it would be left once everyone came and swept over everything like a locust storm. She made sure she had enough to at least get her feeling nice.

As she sat by herself and drank, Lorelei’s eyes watched Myrika and Vesper, and their children. She never saw much of them and to see them now was weird. It was a sight to soak up because she wouldn’t get another one soon. Vesper was another story – the woman sometimes gave her tasks, and she had to report back to her when she finished – but Myrika was a sight to behold. The coyote Aquila looked beautiful, as always, traipsing around the courtyard with her mate and children. She wondered whose pups they really were – because Vesper certainly hadn’t sprouted a ding-dong to impregnate Myrika suddenly.

Lorelei kept a straight face, moving her eyes around so that it didn’t look like she was deadest staring at certain people. She took a swig of her bottle here and there – here more frequently than ‘there’. The wine she sipped was sour – just the way she liked it. She drank for the pleasure and taste, and the purpose.

25 points. HI :) (I'm not going to post anymore, so skip Lorelei for the remainder of the thread)

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POSTED: Wed Oct 23, 2013 7:03 pm

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Ombre wasn't used to cooked meat. After what she got came in varying degrees of freshness. To have something freshly dead was a rare treat for her giving her dietary preferences. When you only ate what was already dead you couldn't afford to be picky about freshness. If you were then it was quite likely that you wouldn't be eating anytime soon. So really, this was a rare treat for Ombre. Granted it made her feel slightly out of place because she wasn't used to such festivities.

"What is that?" She spoke quietly to the leader that she had come to stand near for the moment. She was more talking about the setup rather than the food, not that she recognized it right away as even being food. While she wasn't always able to easily recognize what she was eating she had never had to deal with the scent of seared flesh before. Actually all the smoke caused her to sneeze, though she was quick to turn her head away as she did so. "Sorry."

Since she had found an opportunity to speak with the leader she decided to share a few of her ideas as well, figuring this was a good time enough as any. "I want to do more. I've got foals that I'm raising and training and I found a cow but I want to expand our livestock. I want to try to breed the cow and the rest of the livestock. I thought to go to other packs and set up some sort of breeding program to bring in new blood. On the mountain we would breed our herds with what traders brought with them." Perhaps she was talking to much but livestock was something that Ombre had a passion for. She had enjoyed sitting out with the herds on the side of the mountain. She felt lucky to have found a hairy cow, though it was lame, on this side of the world. They had yaks back in Tibet and what they sheared off those animals made for some of the warmest robes. She didn't know how the hair on this cow would do but she still hoped to figure out a way to patch her current robe with it.

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POSTED: Fri Oct 25, 2013 5:05 am

So let the poison course through your veins

OOC: Uh duh, of course cotl is going to come get drunk. Also sorry for making it too long, obviously, it only takes me two paragraphs to make 450 words >.>'

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Cotl had always shown up for the parties. It was a good time to meet the other clan members and to also get known as the master tattoo artist of the clan over his daughter and the other fool that he had learned that had taken his rank of image bearer. Cotl did not take the threat of the Novice artist lightly, for his mere presence was a thread enough to Cotl and his usefulness in the clan. He had long been demoted from his former rank, which was enough to have his cold heart to sink, but also having someone actually occupy the rank that he had stolen so long ago was alarming. Cotl was determined to see if he could get some business and he also was going to try to be on his most best behavior so he could get those clients. Cotl came down early and he had his inks and gun with him, along with whatever liquor he could find in his cabinet. He also made sure to bring himself a stash of weed just in case he felt the need to smoke while he was getting drunk and doing tattoos. What better time than a party to do some tattoos? None, Cotl thought. It'd keep him busy and it would be fun for him rather than just sitting around talking and getting drunk. Sure, Cotl was all into getting drunk, but the more he talked, the more tics that he had, and Cotl did not like the tics, so talking was not all that fun to him.

He looked around to see a few people who had gathered around, including his idiot of a daughter. He looked to her and nodded his head before he twitched his neck to the opposite direction and mumbled something under his breath (probably something obscene) and he looked to Myrika. He threw her a bow of his head along with Vesper and he glanced at their growing children. He snorted lightly, not bothering to care how the two lesbians had conceived a child and rather he moved his bi-colored gaze to the food and booze. He grinned that sadistic grin and he immediately moved to the food and booze. He chuckled evilly as he grabbed himself a bottle of rum and he uncorked it and took a refreshing swig. He briefly let his eyes turn to the others though, wondering who else was going to show up. He hoped to see some of his old friends, he could see that Kaena had already carried her old ass down to the party, so he hoped that he could be blessed with the presence of the vampire princess, Halo Lykoi.

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POSTED: Fri Oct 25, 2013 6:09 am

They were a month old. Meat eating and nearly stable on their feet. Still mute, of course, but Felix was well able to voice his opinion through sharp growls. He didn't seem to like much. Perhaps they were still too young to spend their time around drinking adults, but Dieter had not yet flaunted his handy work and the clan's birthday seemed the right place to do it. The four canines made their way to the lawn. Hannah bounced around enthusiastically, racing a few paces forward before turning around sharply and returning to her adult company, and then repeating it all over again. Felix walked directly under the shade of the darker hybrid, his head low, sulky. Although he was younger, he knew he did not want to leave his home to socialise. He wanted to stay home and sleep.

Nevertheless it wasn't his choice. He had no say in the matter and his tiny hisses of distaste went largely ignored. Blue eyes, ones that wouldn't change, spied the cooking meat. And in that moment he decided that leaving the confines of his parents room was actually that bad an idea. Dieter crossed the lawn to Myrika, calling the world 'Aquila' and bowing his head slightly, before finding a spot on the lawn to make root.

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POSTED: Sun Nov 03, 2013 11:41 am

finally dis leader reply to her pack's birthday thread ugh

The idea of a nice celebration, a party with food and drink, excited Vesper. She remembered the night by the bonfire with Leon and Helotes, swapping stories and getting wasted, and at first had expected such a thing to happen here. It was only when she showed up, passing out a few bottles of moonshine that she’d found hidden about the mansion, that she realized she was not going to be participating as directly in the revelry as she wanted.

The last bottle was quick to fly from her fingers, tossed carefully to a clan mate, as if she didn’t want to be seen even touching alcohol. Her eyes quickly scanned the crowd and found her children, two-legged and adults now in the eyes of the pack. That they could shift scared her, made her fear that she would lose the only connection she had with them, in her preferred Lupus form, but she tried to hide this, and grinned as one noticed her and waved, a chicken leg in hand.

She knew she didn’t want the puppies or Myrika to see her drunk, and she resolved to indulge only after the party had died down and her family was more interested in sleep than watching the coywolf. This limited her options of what she could do, so she stood and watched the clan with more of a protective, suspicious eye than she intended. Two coydogs, dark-muzzled and strange-eyed, were noted in particular. Her first meeting with Cotl van Ulrich rubbed off on her the wrong way, and she didn’t know the daughter well, either.

She saw Myrika and waved to her, tail wagging, but didn’t approach as Ombre seemed to be trying to discuss something with her. Instead, she heard the excited yips of a puppy, and grinned as she saw Dieter appear with his family. She crossed over to where he sat on the lawn, woofing a low greeting to the two doggish puppies with him.




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POSTED: Sun Nov 03, 2013 1:20 pm

Fingers stroked across the cool metal of the chain around his neck, dragging down the interlocking sections until he reached the golden leaf, the edges worn away from the repetitive action done over the years. Everyone was gathered and yet the red head was notably absent, leaving the hybrid withdrawn and far from interested in getting involved in the festivities just at that moment, unlike his darker pelted sibling whom had fallen down onto the booze so quickly it was honestly embarrassing.

At the thought of Dart, he lifted his attention across the crowd, looking to double check that his brother was still behaving himself moderately, his eyes seemingly locking with the pale blues of his sisters for a moment; she waved, with her tail wagging and before he thought it threw he was smiling like a fool, tail twitching a mile an hour behind himself, hand half risen to wave back until he noticed that he stood in line with and behind Myrika. Of course that friendly gesture wasn't intended for him.

Dropping his hand, he moved from the dark place he had spent the evening sat to himself, raising quickly and making his way over to Vesper, only for her to drift away to spend time with some other male and his family. Standing there, something dropped in his stomach and he couldn't help the disappointment spreading across every inch of his body.

Well, if no one was going to party with him, he could at least party with himself. Turning sharply, he made his way over to the booze, determined to catch up with his brothers level of drinking as quickly as possible.

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POSTED: Sun Nov 10, 2013 10:01 pm

-- Someone will need to wrestle Myri to be social and tell stories or something. 83


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Myrika herself was nervous around alcohol -- she did not think she'd partake again, ever. It held no more interest to her. She was happy enough to see the coyotes enjoy themselves, though, and did not begrudge them their intoxication. As for food, she chewed this and that. It was tasty, of course -- anything Maddox made was -- but the tawny hybrid did not really taste it. Her turquoise eyes were too busy flitting back and forth between groups of coyotes, looking at her children and then her mate and then the rest.

Ombre made her way toward the redhead, and the tawny Aquila sat up straighter with the hybrid's speech. Cows would be good, the hybrid said, after considering a moment. She smiled at Ombre and nodded her approval. We're friendly with most of them, I think that'd be a good idea. Inferni was standoffish, but as far as she knew, they were not in terrible standing with any of the other packs. She turned away a moment to return Dieter's greeting with a smile and a nod of her head.

You don't have to work right now, though, she added, grinning. You can relax for the night. She didn't mind talking business just now -- she had a clear head and rather enjoyed the momentary distraction -- but she did not want Ombre to think she needed to work at all hours of the day and night to make herself useful within Inferni.

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POSTED: Sun Nov 17, 2013 12:21 am

OOC: Because I was told to skip Lorelei; 313 Words

Ombre was glad that her idea was liked. She was glad to have the leader's approval. But with the addendum she dropped the topic to save for another time. She smiled and gave a nod of her head. She figured that she could always seek out Myrika at a later date in order to discuss the finer details of what she wanted to do. For now she was just glad to have the okay to continue on with what she had in mind. Ombre wasn't a hunter or a fighter but she could at least handle the animals. It was the most that she could do in order to give back. It was work that she was used to since she had tended the herds back in Tibet as well.

She glanced around at what the rest of the clan was doing but was uncertain of what to do with herself. She didn't drink and she didn't know anything about cooked food. She hadn't exactly socialized with the others in the clan enough to feel comfortable intruding upon what they had going on. Now she was much more used to working with one animal or another.

The hybrid turned back to the leader once more. "How many years has it been?" She asked since this was a birthday celebration after all. But while she knew it was a birthday she had no idea just how old the clan really was. Actually there was very little that she knew of her new home. "How did all of this start?" Ombre asked when she realized just how limited her knowledge actually was. She didn't know who else to ask except for Myrika. If the leader didn't know the Ombre could figure no one else to get the information from. And well, it was shameful to not be able to recall anything about her new home.

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POSTED: Fri Nov 29, 2013 4:21 pm

So let the poison course through your veins

OOC: durp, sorry for the wait.

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This celebration seemed to be less intense as the years' past. While there had been only a few of the older Inferni members there, there seemed to be lots of new faces that he not only didn't like, but also looked like a bunch of punks to him. None of them really looked like they were able to defend themselves, and it was disappointing to the Ulrich male who was only getting older. The only one he could imagine would have any chance with defending themselves was of course, Myrika (because he had seen her in the Boreas conflict but even now since the puppies were born she looked like soft woman jelly to him) and then his own daughter, Lorelei, the little bitch. He drank his drink and was getting more and more bored as time went on, for he was not a social butterfly like some of the others might have been, and the ones he wanted to be social with were not around to be social with. They, whoever they were, were also as anti-social if not more so than the German male. Cotl was mainly here just in case his services were needed, and since there was an apprentice Tattoo Artist around, then his own job was pointless unless someone wanted something that the apprentice could not pull off. Cotl didn't know the skill of the coydog but all Cotl knew was that he did not like that there was another artist who thought that they could steal his job and actually be able to pull it off. Cotl would usurp the boy, whether that boy knew it or not.

Cold eyes looked over the crowd and he sighed lightly as he watched others talk to others. He put his hand on his cheek and his elbow on the table he was sitting at and held a deep frown on his lips. He was bored, and that boredom was beginning to make him think about just leaving the party and going in his room and getting drunk by himself and then doing whatever he wanted up there rather than down here where there were other Luperci. the sight of his daughter (another anti-social being) out here was probably one of the only reasons he was staying. His other hand went from the bottle to the table and his dark claws clicked against the table boredly.

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