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- Jacquez Trouillefou - 06-24-2009 [html] http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b171/ ... table1.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> ooc: Corn meal, sugar, yeast, water. He found a sack of corn meal in the old abandoned barn, buried beneath the bales of moldy hay and mouse droppings. That was where he found the metal tub, too, only a touch rusty around the edges, with a hole or two that could be plugged up with the right sized rocks. Water was easy; just a trip or two to the river that cut through their swathe of forest, and the tub was full. Sugar was more of a trick, but Halifax revealed itself to be a treasure trove of human leftovers. He had met the red-eyed Lykoi girl there, and she had been looking for sugar. At the time he had dismissed the possibility, but with a more dedicated search, he had discovered a sealed cabinet that the rodents had not detected, and a tin of the white granulated sweets was more than enough for what he was cooking. In the same building - unbeknownst to the king, an abandoned bakery - he sniffed out packets of yeast, integral to the process. If not for the yeast, his gamble would have been for naught. The process was a familiar one to him - starting a fire beneath the tub of water until the rolling bubbles churned throughout, tipping the sack of corn meal into the makeshift pot, cooking it into a lumpy mash. The sweet scent as he added the sugar filled the cave, and brought a smile to his wicked muzzle, happy to be making more of his beloved addiction. As the mess cooled, he added the yeast, and let the fun begin. It bubbled and stewed on its own, sequestered in the dank cave for several days while Jacquez scouted the human dwellings for the last few pieces of equipment. His pack had been growing exponentially despite missing his presence, and he let himself remain focused on his task. He hadn't brewed moonshine in a long time, and it was important that he remembered all the steps that he had mastered back home. Someone as impatient as he had to keep his mind occupied, so that he did not rush the slow process. Finally, with several old clay jugs tucked under his arm, and a coiled copper tube from the barn that had probably been used for the same purpose back in its human days, the king returned to his brewery. As the sour mash bubbled up again above the fire, condensation dripping through the tube into the first jug, the collie-dog sat cross-legged and let his mind wander. In the course of time since they had claimed the beach territory, Svara had left her mate, Ruri had come out of her shell, Leroy had completed building his house, Haven had tamed a stallion, and Firefly had grown scarce. They had welcomed many new canines at their borders, male and female, pack animals and loners. It was all highly exciting. Tonight he hoped they all showed up. At some point, the warmth from the fire lulled him to drowsiness, the steady plip-plip of the forming whiskey leading him to drift to sleep. When he awoke with a start, cheek pressed against the cold stone of the cave floor, there was a small puddle of overflowed moonshine near his face. His pink tongue darted out, lapping at the dark amber liquid. He sat up slowly, licking his lips. "Not bad," he said with a spreading smile, considering that he had not had a choice in measuring his materials. The alcohol was sour and strong. It would serve its purpose, and better yet, there was a lot more of it than the dusty bottles he had liberated from the old dive bar in the city. Now he had a way to sustain his drink supply. The moon had risen by the time he filled the third jug, gathering dry driftwood all the while to start a crackling bonfire on the beach. Fire made everything better. The light danced on the cliff walls as he lugged the sloshing jugs onto the sand, nestling them by the butt of each log that had been arranged for his packmates to sit upon. All they were missing was food... but that wasn't his department. His cheerful followers could always snag some fish in the nearby ocean, roast them on the merry flames. It was a spontaneous gathering; they should know to bring their own food if they had not eaten by this hour. Or so he told himself. Tipping back his noble muzzle, the self-proclaimed king bayed a deep howl, his commanding voice reverberating through the cave system, pealing above the cliff walls. They would hear. They would come, if they wanted to try his tasty moonshine and dance around the bonfire and play in the moonlight. The one-armed Optime slouched comfortably atop one of the smooth logs, looping his claw in the handle of a warm jug. In the meantime, he would start drinking. - Svara Thames - 06-25-2009 [html]
[/html] - Siobhan Cavil - 06-25-2009 [html] http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa22 ... iobhan.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> They had heard the sound together, not having gone to bed quite yet, and were going toward the leader's cave. Siobhan held onto Haven's hand with one of her own, the hem of her dress in the other. She had replaced the dress she'd worn in Inferni with a new one, one made with a million tiny little sparkles. It was still red, but the moonlight made the color seem to change the dress' color to a purple-red as it shone down upon the two. Life had been going good so far in Cour des Miracles. Haven treated her really well and she was growing to like the lands. It was hard living in a place that seemed to cheerful and happy after the atmosphere in Inferni. She looked up at the orange-furred boy, then ahead of them. "We're almost there, yes?" - Haven Aatte - 06-25-2009 [html] http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa22 ... table8.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Haven had been a little selfish ever since Siobhan had arrived. He was never far from the house they shared, if he left it at all. Having spent their whole lives apart for the most part had made him greedy for her company. Now that they were finally together he gobbled up all the time they spent together, content to lavish his affection on her and ignore everyone else inside the pack. But at the howl from their King signaling a late night gathering he couldn't resist it. He knew there were many new faces for Cour des Miracles aside from Siobhan and he needed to get to know them. Also showing up in front of the King with her by his side would hopefully avoid any unwanted flirting by the collie. As they walked hand in hand towards the call a large smile was plastered on his face. He had left Drogon and Vowkeeper in their respective places. The stallion was no doubt tired and this was to be a celebration where his weapon should not be needed. Besides, if he were going to drink the last thing he needed was the longsword to bumble about with. The bright spot of the bonfire came into sight. "Yup! It's just up ahead." He squeezed her hand and then picked up their pace a little to arrive more quickly. Well, it seemed they were far from the last to show up. Only Jac and Svara were present currently. "Greetings Your Highness, Svara," he said, nodding his head to their two leaders. "Jacquez, this is Siobhan, Siobhan this is King Jacquez." He introduced his beau, his hand slipping from her grasp and moving to place his arm about her slight shoulders. Their monarch would have no difficulty seeing that they were together as more than a couple of friends. "It's a lovely night! What have you got there?" He had never seen such large jugs before. - Ruri Aceline - 06-25-2009 [html]
- Strelein von Rosnete - 06-25-2009 [html] It had been a quiet day, and Strelein had not seen fit to harass anyone. He had been bored, yes, but he had kept out of everyone's hair by attempting to look for more beads, which Svara would have mocked him for. The woman got under his skin, but as time went by, her insults stung less and she seemed more a friend than at the beginning. Though their relationship was still pretty nonexistent, Strel liked to think that things were improving. She might even warm up to him and cut off her streams of cruel words. But whatever happened, Svara was a packmember, which meant that even disliking her could not bypass the loyalty that was required. When the call came out from the king, Strel had been cleaning off a bunch of plastic beads. They were dusty and dirty, and looked cheap to boot, but they could help fill out a necklace with many missing pieces. He packed them away in his bag, which still contained some clothes of his. His ears perked up at the sound, and he grinned. The King had been up to something for a while, and now it seemed they'd find out. Chances were he had planned a party of some sort. That meant alcohol, and while Strel had not really drank much before, he hoped to enjoy himself to the fullest. Around the area of the cave, Strel noticed another pack mate struggling. He knew enough of her to know she was blind. Rushing in to assist her, he took her hand and began to lead her slightly. "Here, let me help you." He couldn't address the others yet, namely because he did not want this woman to fall. It would be a nasty one if it happened, and the evening could not stand to be ruined by something so easily prevented. "Oh careful where you put your left foot down." - Talon Gallu - 06-25-2009 [html]
- Jacquez Trouillefou - 06-25-2009 [html] http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b171/ ... table1.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Party yaay!! =D Reflected firelight gleamed in his dark eyes as he took another swig from his flagon, wiping his mouth on the same white-furred arm. The home-brewed whiskey could have used some flavouring - honey, malt, anything really - but it was high proof and would certainly serve its purpose. Besides, after the first few gulps, the sour taste didn't really matter anymore... Moonlight made the pale sands shine like a river of silver, and it was not long before he spotted the first soul arriving, slinking low to the ground with her yellow eyes glowing. "All work and no play makes for a dull life," he purred in response, watching as the Constable straightened up to shift, her proportions stretching tall and lanky as her red mane tumbled freely over her narrow shoulders. It did not take long, and by the time she had finished assuming her birthright, the sinuous collie-hybrid had settled his jug into the sand at his feet and stood, crossing the distance between them. "Dance we shall, but first we'll need music..." His folded ears twitched at the rustling sounds of others approaching. He brushed his fingers under her chin, winking flirtatiously before turning to face the next arrivals. Hand in hand came the young couple, his Knight and the new recruit that had supposedly left the clan Inferni. He had not yet met her face to face, and was pleasantly surprised to see her diminutive features as they both reached the warm glow from the crackling bonfire. "Yes, yes, greetings, Haven - and mon Dieu, what an adorable little creature you've brought to us tonight!" He brushed past the orange-furred hybrid, looming in to peer at Siobhan's brilliant ruby eyes. They had a different sheen to them than the "flawed" red eyes he had seen in another coyote, but the long ears and cherubic facial structure were one and the same. "Siobhan is a delightful name, mademoiselle. I trust that you are enjoying your stay with us so far?" He tilted his head, mischievous smile playing on his noble countenance. Then Haven distracted him, effortlessly diverting his attention back to the alcohol he had toiled to brew. "These, my dear friends, are flagons of moonshine! White lightning, Eau de vie, gnôle, goutte... It is free for all to share, to celebrate this night and bask in each others' company! Just do not get the drinks too close to the flames, or you will be sorry...!" He whirled dramatically, plumed tail waving behind him as he walked to greet the next canines to approach the gathering. The next pair to arrive were not a couple, but rather his sweet blind companion and the colourful man he had admitted days prior. It pleased him to see that the former loner was already adapting, willing to offer his assistance to the sightless female. "Ruri, ma petite! You have made it! Come, warm yourself by the fire. You are not allowed to touch the jugs," he added quickly, forbidding her as always from drinking. No one else had the kind of restrictions that he imposed on his little sidekick, but she rarely protested his protective treatment. "And good to see you again, monseiur Von Rosnete!" Amazingly, he had remembered the rust-maned wolf's name... a rare occurrence. Then again, he always thought that being drunk made him smarter - perhaps it was true. He clapped his good arm on the man's back, ushering him towards the heart of the gathering. A third figure made his way forward, dark cape blending in with the shadows until the firelight made the iridescent feathers gleam. "Bonsoir, Tallon! Welcome to the party!" he crowed, excitement filling him with a boundless energy. So many already had answered his call, and there were still more that could arrive - the last two founding members, and any joiners that Svara had admitted. The king drifted back to his second-in-command's side, surveying the growing crowd with undisguised pride. "Ah, it is a good night to be alive, is it not?" he exhaled happily, one hand planted firmly on his hip. This was the life! - Ayita Catori - 06-25-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... itaban.jpg); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> OOC...Table by Erin IC... Ayita smiled as she heard the sounds, she had heard a howl and it had made her rather excited. Maybe it was a chance for her to get to know everyone and meet those of the pack she has yet to meet. By the looks and the sounds many had already started to arrive. She walked so she was slightly at the edge rubbing her head she smiled. She was rather shy and didn't want to pip up but she'd never be noticed if she didn't. She saw Svara and wanted to go and talk to her but she looked rather busy talking to a man. She wondered who he was till she heard some one else greet him. The King so that must be like the alpha? It must be due to the fact that everyone here paid him with high respect. - Svara Thames - 06-25-2009 [html]
[/html] - Siobhan Cavil - 06-25-2009 [html] http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa22 ... iobhan.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> She didn't know if anyone else wore clothing besides her, if it was an appropriate thing for a member to be doing here in this place. She hadn't been here for long, and so far she only knew Svara and Haven. She had a feeling that the red-furred leader didn't like her much, and planned to keep out of her way as best she could. She didn't want to cause problems...and even though she did know how to fight it didn't mean that she wanted to use her skills. She didn't like fighting one bit. This kind of merry gathering, though...she liked this. Inferni hadn't had something like this. Siobhan shrank back behind Haven's side as she realized that they were going to be greeted, her ears going back a little, showing her discomfort. She wanted to be a part of this, yes, but she didn't know how to. She'd never seen a meeting like this before. Everyone looked really happy, smiling, though. She wanted that too. The girl gave the King a quick nod, unsure of what sort of a response was required from her. Should she have bowed? He was a King, after all. "Ah..yes, sir. Siobhan likes it here--Haven showed her around. It's a very nice place" - Haven Aatte - 06-25-2009 [html] http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa22 ... table8.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Haven hadn't even thought that Siobhan had likely never been to a gathering like this before. As she shrank back he squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. Hopefully this hadn't been a mistake, bringing her to the bonfire. He wanted her to have a good time and so far it didn't seem like she was. Maybe she was just overwhelmed for the moment and she would adjust. Though if at any point she wanted to leave he would take her home. Though he was glad to distract the King with his question about the jugs. He had had a feeling it was something the man had worked hard on and would no doubt love to explain. Ah, so their fearless leader had brewed them all some alcohol. Haven had abstained from the stuff since leaving the city, but maybe a drink or two wouldn't hurt. "Would you like to go have a drink?" he asked, looking down at Siobhan. Though he looked back up as he heard Ruri call out and asked for assistance. He was about ready to go to her, but Strelein showed up just in time to help their blind member. He wanted to introduce Ruri and Siobhan as well, but that itch for a drink had become strong in the back of his mind. Taking her hand again he walked them over to the nearest jug and lifted it up. "Cheers!" He said with a dazzling grin and took a long swig. Man, this stuff was strong! He'd have to be careful not to drink too much of it. - Vigilante Haskel - 06-25-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... leboat.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> ooc - Wooo~ I'm assuming that he knows Talon's name, since they had a thread.
- Talon Gallu - 06-26-2009 [html]
- Ruri Aceline - 06-26-2009 [html]
- Jacquez Trouillefou - 06-26-2009 [html] http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b171/ ... table1.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> ooc: Okay, so the unofficial order is to just let everybody post once and then I go again? :O Siobhan shrank back, all but shielding herself completely behind Haven's back, and Jac couldn't help but laugh. His booming laughter rose above the low hubbub of the others exchanging greetings, before he composed himself enough to reply. "Well, it is indeed a very nice place, and I am glad that Siobhan likes it. I hope Siobhan stays here for a long time." He winked, playfully imitating her use of pronouns. It was cute, and she was cute, but Haven would never let them play together, just like he would not let others play with Ruri. The two girls should be friends, he decided, so that no men would get any ideas. Speak of the devil, two thin fringed arms wrapped around his whipcord waist, and he snaked his one arm out to return the hug, clasping her slender shoulders tight. "If I get a headache, petite, I will simply wash it away with more drink. That is how it works," he explained jovially, moving to ruffle her ears atop her head. If her slate-grey mane was all frizzed up and she did not notice, she would go the whole night looking extra-fluffy and it would be funny. He couldn't conceal a telltale chuckle, though, and quickly slipped away, nabbing a swig from a flagon on the way. He caught Talon and Haven in the act as well, and raised his clay jug in cheers before tipping it back, dark whiskey sloshing all over his long muzzle. He was going to smell like a bar for a long time, after all the time he spent brewing and taste-testing. Back at Svara's side, he found the same sour scent on her lips, and nudged his elbow at her ribs, smiling knowingly. "Going to let loose tonight, Constable?" He raised an eyebrow at Svara, who then offered him the name of the slender girl standing at the outskirts. Deciding not to make a "wing man" joke, he simply nodded in thanks and strode over to her, watching the firelight play on her long black mane and crystal-blue eyes. "It is mademoiselle Ayita, is it not? I am Jacquez Trouillefou, the king of this royal court. Come, join the fun - there is enough drink for everyone around the fire!" He kept his tone light, fringed ears flopping forward as he tilted his head to study her. She was one of the handful that Svara had admitted without him. Going by looks, he approved... - Svara Thames - 06-26-2009 [html] http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa22 ... r/blue.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
"We are so much alike" Svara just nodded as the king went off to great Ayita. Parties were hard for her, she didn't fit in well with them, or large crowds. Sitting down in a clear area with her own liquor that she had no intention of giving to anyone she took a long gulp. It tasted good and was strong and it went down. Where was Leroy when she needed him? Her ex-mate was good for keeping her company when she was being anti-social. Looking at all of them she had a feeling that she was afraid to be around them. Afraid she wouldn't know how to fit in. It was stupid, but she was a girl after all, even when she acted so tough.
Taking another long drink she set the jug down next to her. Already the constable felt the affects of what she was doing. She figured half way through the large container she would be out. Of course she also remembered the last time she had gotten shit faced. Leroy found her in the woods, some sex, some vomitting, some passing out, some more sex. Was this really a good idea? Nope. Svara took another pull of liquor into her mouth. Watching them all speak to each other she wondered if she could some how blend into the background and get through this unnoticed. She didn't want to leave, it would hurt Jac she was sure of it. God she liked that stupid king to much. - Ayita Catori - 06-26-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... itaban.jpg); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> OOC...Table by Erin, Ehh taking this from my french notes >.> From french three years ago trying to relearn french >.> IC... Ayita brushed the hair from her face looking at the fire. Everyone seemed to be gathering it was nice yet she felt out of sorts. Her eyes watched the wolves and other canines begin to talk and enjoy company. Maybe she should go and join Svara. She was caught off guard as Vigilante came and asked her her name. She smiled looking at him. Her tank top and make shift skirt the compliment was nice. "Ayita." She said with a smile. He seemed so kind and he was rather handsome. She liked the fact he had enough confidence not to wear anything it said something about himself. She didn't have a chance to say anymore before the king came over to the two. "Bonjour sa Majesté" She said giving a small bow. "It is very nice to meet you. I must decline on the drink I never before have had any." She said. "Have you been well?" she asked trying to strike up a bit of something hoping not to anger anyone. She looked back and Vigilante and smiled a bit hoping he would stay and talk with her. - Strelein von Rosnete - 06-26-2009 [html] "It's, Strelein von Rosnete by the way. Have fun, miss." The redhead grinned at the blind female despite knowing she would not be able to see him do it. It was just a natural reaction and he couldn't exactly control it. Besides, frowning while he said something like that would make anyone looking think he meant it as a sarcastic joke. As Ruri moved off towards the King, Strel gave the man a quick bow with a cocky grin from a distance, preferring to let him deal with others. What he did look for was a free jug of the devil's drink. Taking a jug of it, he stared at it as it swirled around the container. He was not sure how it would taste and how strong it was. Strelein had never heard of most alcohol and the only one he had tried was an old bottle of wine. So when he took a sip of it, he was surprised to feel it burning down his throat. Coughs escaped him as the stuff passed down into his belly. Warmth seemed to rise up from the alcohol and he grinned at the reaction. That was not so bad. Before the drug could affect his actions too much, Strel gazed around, looking to chat someone up. Svara sat alone, seeming quite a bit out of the loop at the party. So the woman was not the life of the party. It was obvious that for all her attitude, she might not have the personality to be the most social butterfly out there. So Strelein grinned at her slipping down near her. "Not going to join in the introductions?" The jug clanked on a flat rock, drops of the liquid inside sloshing out and dripping down. "'Ello Svara. Having fun?" - Siobhan Cavil - 07-10-2009 [html] http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa22 ... iobhan.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> The king's booming laugh surprised her, as did many things these days, but she managed a smile and a nod before she went after Haven. She had never tried this stuff before, and was interested to see what it tasted like. She could see others around her partaking in the drink, so it must not be too bad tasting...the girl nodded and caught up to her knight, taking another jug in her small hands and lifting it when Haven said "cheers". Immediately upon swallowing it she felt it, a hot, burning feeling in her throat. It made her cough, but it wasn't so bad after a few more drinks. She sat down with the jug in her lap, looking at Haven. "It's...good!" She had to drink this more often! A happy, drifty smile took a place on her face, and she swayed a little where she sat as she drank more and more of it. |