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middaeg2020-10-31 01:33 pm
faithlikeaseed) wrote in middaeg2020-10-31 01:33 pm
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Out of the mid-wood's twilight into the meadow's dawn | OTA
Who: fauns fauns FAUNS (and their enablers) (and anyone else)
When: Octeuril 31st
Where: The Haven
What: Somebody set up a trap specifically designed for Fauns. Or tried, anyway.
Warnings: F for Faunery; warnings per thread as needed!
It's a lovely day in Aefenglom and you are ahorrible beautiful Faun.
Somewhere between the evening of the 30th and the midnight advent of the 31st, a disused corner of the Haven has turned into a patch of cultivated wilderness. Somewhere a little after midnight on the 31st, and the beginning of the full moons, several Fauns (and one or two others, Monsters and Witches alike) received an enthusiastic if slightly garbled written invitation to come see what awaits.
Gourd vines of all descriptions drape an abandoned cottage, its floating terraces, and half of a nearby house. Flowers in a riot of colors decorate them, some glowing softly and others exuding a fragrant perfume. The fruits hanging pendant or nestled on the ground defy description and beg to be tasted: There are tiny pumpkins no larger than grapes, thin-skinned and sweet, while massive savory marrows lurk in the underbrush to trip the unwary. A rare fist-sized specimen glimmers with enchantment and grants a rush of energy when eaten--along with fleeting, unpredictable changes (horns, fur, hooves) that make one a little more faunish for an hour or two.
Cheap furniture, clotheslines, and hanging sheets have been used to roughly shape the vines into an impromptu maze. The design's irregular, wandering, like whoever planned the corridors couldn't see what he was doing. It wanders in and out of the cottage, pouching into dead-ends and cozy little clearings that might fit two comfortably and three if they're familiar. Some of them have benches in them; others, piles of pillows; and still others are carpeted in thick and flowering moss. Heavy quilts in a riot of colors and patterns can be found neatly folded in the buildings, waiting for chilled revelers to find them. There are also covered braziers for the truly cold, though they seem powered by magic and not by flame.
Food and drink are lavishly if haphazardly provided, spread out through the bowers like a treasure hunt. Casks of mead with cups attendant, bowls of honey candy and glazed nuts, fruit both fresh and dried, and a variety of different sorts of cheese provide an ample repast (so long as one's not hungry for blood or meat). Entertainment's on the guests to provide, with simple musical instruments (mostly pipes, an occasional lap-harp) gracing many of the grottos; others have toys and games, of varieties both innocent...and not...strewn about them.
There are also oddities here and there in the maze, like the bower where someone took painstaking care to tie a half-hundred feathers to the low vine ceiling. Another nook teams with stingless bees of all varieties during the day. What else might await someone who's looking?
When: Octeuril 31st
Where: The Haven
What: Somebody set up a trap specifically designed for Fauns. Or tried, anyway.
Warnings: F for Faunery; warnings per thread as needed!
It's a lovely day in Aefenglom and you are a
Somewhere between the evening of the 30th and the midnight advent of the 31st, a disused corner of the Haven has turned into a patch of cultivated wilderness. Somewhere a little after midnight on the 31st, and the beginning of the full moons, several Fauns (and one or two others, Monsters and Witches alike) received an enthusiastic if slightly garbled written invitation to come see what awaits.
Gourd vines of all descriptions drape an abandoned cottage, its floating terraces, and half of a nearby house. Flowers in a riot of colors decorate them, some glowing softly and others exuding a fragrant perfume. The fruits hanging pendant or nestled on the ground defy description and beg to be tasted: There are tiny pumpkins no larger than grapes, thin-skinned and sweet, while massive savory marrows lurk in the underbrush to trip the unwary. A rare fist-sized specimen glimmers with enchantment and grants a rush of energy when eaten--along with fleeting, unpredictable changes (horns, fur, hooves) that make one a little more faunish for an hour or two.
Cheap furniture, clotheslines, and hanging sheets have been used to roughly shape the vines into an impromptu maze. The design's irregular, wandering, like whoever planned the corridors couldn't see what he was doing. It wanders in and out of the cottage, pouching into dead-ends and cozy little clearings that might fit two comfortably and three if they're familiar. Some of them have benches in them; others, piles of pillows; and still others are carpeted in thick and flowering moss. Heavy quilts in a riot of colors and patterns can be found neatly folded in the buildings, waiting for chilled revelers to find them. There are also covered braziers for the truly cold, though they seem powered by magic and not by flame.
Food and drink are lavishly if haphazardly provided, spread out through the bowers like a treasure hunt. Casks of mead with cups attendant, bowls of honey candy and glazed nuts, fruit both fresh and dried, and a variety of different sorts of cheese provide an ample repast (so long as one's not hungry for blood or meat). Entertainment's on the guests to provide, with simple musical instruments (mostly pipes, an occasional lap-harp) gracing many of the grottos; others have toys and games, of varieties both innocent...and not...strewn about them.
There are also oddities here and there in the maze, like the bower where someone took painstaking care to tie a half-hundred feathers to the low vine ceiling. Another nook teams with stingless bees of all varieties during the day. What else might await someone who's looking?
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[Hector isn't much for inflicting violence, but there's a certain morbid fascination in his voice about how this match might turn out.]
I don't really get how this is supposed to help them fuck someone, though. They're both going to be too beat up to be worth anyone's while.
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[ She laughs and takes a sip from her mug, a low little 'hmmm' on her lips. ]
It's all about proving strength and suitability to a potential mate. Or so the thought goes. I know I've had the same thoughts running around my head when I've been unbonded on the full moon.
[ She tips him a wink. ]
Some people like being fought over, after all.
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[It's all rather brutish, is all.]
This sort of thing makes sense for animals, but when you consider fauns have man's ability to reason, this seems entirely illogical. Meant to breed a bigger, dumber specimen.
[He's yet to see a faun finesse this fight, but if it happened, perhaps some of his faith in the process would be restored.]
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[ She laughs and drums her fingers against his arm. ]
Perhaps it's the animal in us. Since we're all... different now.
[ Hmm. Maybe she shouldn't think about existential stuff like that. ]
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[Hector has really only headbutted one person here, and that was Iramaat herself, testing out armor. And that had been entirely practical.]
I don't think we're so different. More in tune with the desires humans try to repress, but we still have thought and free will.
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[ She sips her drink thoughtfully. ]
If someone challenged you for me, would you fight? [ She flutters her eyelashes playfully. ]
Or would I have to defend your honor? [ She is absolutely teasing. ]
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Would you want me to fight for you? You're no possession, and you're plenty capable of beating away any unwanted suitor on your own.
[This is one of those 'people are illogical' situations that Hector so struggles with.]
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[ She shrugs. ]
There's something flattering about having people fight for you.
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[For Hector, relationships with people and pets aren't so different. Treat them with fondness, take care of them.
Meanwhile, the two bucks crash into one another with a clash of horns and a thud of bodies colliding. Hector winces.]
Oof, looks like the scrawny one's sturdier than he looks. I doubt he can take a second blow like that, though.
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[ She trails off and claps politely for the pair as they smash into one another. ]
He might not make it, you're right. But I think he might be quick enough...
[ She rubs her chin and leans forward. ]
I do enjoy an underdog.
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I suppose it is. Humans are just as silly as fauns, in their own way.
[The battling fauns limp apart and go for a second run at one another. They are determined, Hector will give them that.]
That he may. The question is, will he make it out with enough stamina left to actually screw the one he's trying to impress.
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[ Iramaat agrees with him as the two crash together. Surprisingly enough the small one actually pulls it off. Or at least he's the one still standing. ]
What's the point if you can't enjoy yourself? [ She glances at him with a grin and gives him a nudge with her shoulder. ]
And... do you have your eye on anyone these days? Hmmm?
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I, uh, have two bonded now. It's... going well.
[Maybe that's part of the reason he's eschewing the faun-joust. He doesn't have to fight to get either of them anymore.]
How about you? Going to lock horns over anyone in particular?
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[ She laughs and flashes him a grin. ]
No, not tonight. I have a bonded myself. Although I won't complain if I find someone else to spend a bit of time with, you know...
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That's good to hear. It's... not like I expected. Better than I expected.
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It's definitely different, I'll say that. I'm glad that I finally have one again...
[ She sighs softly and slumps against his side, leaning her head on his shoulder. She's a cuddler, OK? ]
...it makes you feel as if you belong again. Like maybe you can actually fit in this stupid world. [ Uh-oh, she sounds a touch morose. ]
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[He's still in kind of a state of wonder and shock at that. He's always been out of place, a piece of a puzzle that fits neither in the world of sunlight nor of darkness. But here, he's found other shades of grey to connect with, and it's wonderful.]
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[ She makes a low 'hmm' sound. ]
I knew where I belonged before. Here... it's different. But - I suppose I'm glad for you.