[META][ORP] Festival Of The Gods

[Velveteen Angel]

The festival was in full swing - it was the first day of the month-long festival and the pride was decorated in bright feathers, fabrics and as many trinkets as could be found by the Merchants and hunters during their duties.

The sun was beginning to set over the mountains in the distance, casting the festival into dusk-light.

Ishara smiled as she made her way towards the center of the festival, the stream which ran parallel to the mountain ridges of the valley. She nodded to a few of the members who she passed, pleased at the noise that filled the pride.

"Welcome everyone to the Festival of the Gods!" She called out cheerfully. "For one lunar cycle, we celebrate the multitude of gods that join us in the mortal world! Some of these are out parents, some are our friends and some our those we worship."

She glanced around her. "I would like to welcome one goddess in particular who has graced us tonight in her full form. Aspasia, the goddess of the Unwanted." She motioned to the goddess.

To be honest, it would be very hard to miss her, as the goddess stood almost a head taller than the other lions, and her wings spanned out around her.

"Please enjoy the feast and enjoy the festivities!"  

[Velveteen Angel]

Aspasia felt rather awkward at the attention being drawn to her, but she offered a bright smile, fluttering her wings in self-consciousness. "Thank you all for your kind welcome," she said cheerfully, but didn't say much else.

Atiya, the hare which stood at her paws, laughed behind his paws at the self-consciousness of the goddess. "You're a celebrity here, Aspasia," he laughed, but was promptly knocked off his paws by the goddess' wing.

He continued to laugh as he laid in the dirt.

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Mirae stood near the water, smiling at Ishara fondly, and enjoying the atmosphere that surrounded them all. She very much enjoyed the feats of the prides.

"Shall we get some food?" Shae, the hare which rested on the pale lioness' back, asked with a lazy disinterest in the whole speeches and chatting thing.

"Don't be anti-social, Shae, it's a festival. Not just a feast!" Mirae scolded, glancing around the festival to find someone to chat with.

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Neolani rested on her hindquarters, her jewellery laid out before her on a beautiful pelt. She was interested in trading for things, but she was also just enjoying the atmosphere of the festival.

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Donte'fao walked through the festival, flicking his tail behind him lazily. It was a relaxing day, enjoying watching the students have fun and take time out of their normal studies.

 

[Painted Moose]

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Standing near the forefront of his ever expanding family was the ever smiling God of Trust. Tiwala's translucent wings fluttered behind him as per usual when he was particularly excited, making little thrumming noises due to the speed. He hadn't seen his mortal siblings in quite some time, and it was great to get to see them, as well as the pride, in such good spirits. A festival! For Gods!

While it was obvious the boy would never reach his father's massive size, Tiwala was shaping up into a larger God in his own right. It was this exuberance that caused concern in his smaller brother.

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Vyriskas clucked his tongue and reached over to grab Tiwala's tail to hold him in place. "Settle down boy, or you'll run us all over." That was love in that exasperated tone, but in truth, the Commander had enough to deal with without babysitting an overgrown Godling.

Shaking his head, the Commander moved through the stream of bodies, introducing and socializing. It wasn't his forte, exactly, but Vyriskas knew how important communication was. Which was why he was keen on getting to know the agenda of the newest Goddess. She seemed nice enough, which was good, but Vyriskas wasn't letting his guard down any time soon.

(For those who are unaware, Vyriskas is trans male. Just thought I'd add that to avoid OOC confusion. IC confusion is more than okay lol.)