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GENERAL RULES
••• Normal RP rules apply - keep to the setting, follow the Daisy Code and Gaia's TOS, and if your character doesn't yet have a hound, do not play them as if they do!
••• If you do not have a character approved already, please head to the Character Profiles to create and get one approved before joining.
••• For points, you may either: participate in the ORP, write a solo RP, or create a PRP with friends. If you are creating your own RP, please be sure to mark it as META!

PROMPT
In the Alabaster Plains of Canis, along the edge of the Eldrig Forest, sprawls the dizzyingly delightful Carnival. Daytime boasted quirky games and frivolous festivities, but as the sun sets and the moon emerges to light the backdrop, the strange come out to play. The doors to the big top tent peel back, allowing entrance for the grand Masquerade; everyone is invited, so long as you’re dressed to impress! Inside, lanterns pop to life, illuminating the masks in a flickering glow. Strings are plucked, drums are struck, and a mysterious tune swells. Exotic edibles line the sides, but the real attraction resides in finding a partner and joining the throng of dancers.

If you peer through the swirl of colors just right, you might catch sight of a familiar form…

••• The NPC present is none other than Sharra, the dancer from the Moon Festival. If your character was present at the festival, then they might recognize her!
••• Occasionally, she will make an appearance, and should your character wish it, they may interact with her.
••• Interactions will last 1-3 posts per character, so don’t be offended if she moves on!
••• Interactions will not result in additional points, but could make for an interesting conversation~



EARNING POINTS
••• For every two posts, you will earn one point. This counts for both posts in the ORP and meta marked PRPs.
••• If writing a Solo RP, every 500 words will count as ONE post.

PRIZES
••• At the end of the event, the person with the most points will receive a semi-custom hound with a custom mask!
••• Everyone else who has participated within the allotted time will be entered into a FREE raffle, for a chance at one of the three masks above. Note that each mask corresponds to a particular hound's pose, and will only fit that pose.
••• The more you post, the more free raffle tickets you will accumulate! You will receive at least one ticket as long as you post at least once, and then one more ticket for every two points you earn.

Delcan laughed at how Erebus looked, all tensed up. "Relax buddy. We are here to have a good time. No danger around."

Erebus looked at his friend with a glower on his face. Erebus sighed and looked at his Summoner with a speculative glance, while Delcan looked around.

Erebus sighed and Delcan looked at him. "Come on." He knelt by him. "Look if you get tired OR if you prove me wrong, if there is danger, we will leave right away. But for now...let's go enjoy."

Delcan walked off in his nice suit and a golden mask. With another sigh, Erebus padded off after him.

(Throws in two more characters to the party)

Frederick stood there nervously at the entrance of the Masquerade. He didn't want to come out tonight, hell he rather be working if that meant he could get out of this predicament.

But Delcan insisted and he hate to disappoint his friend and long time mentor.

At least he had a mask on. He could hide those horrible scars that he knew would only bring more attention to him. Yet...He sighed. It didn't matter anyway.

He looked at Garmr playing chase the tail. Everyone knew that was his hound, it wasn't hard to miss the markings on him.

He looked around once again and realized some people were staring. He blushed and said, "Please hurry Delcan!"

Piper and Aelira

Piper adjusted her eye patch so she could catch a glimpse of those that were arriving. There were plenty of people here, but some of the new comers had hounds with them. She was always glad to see more of the furry beasts around and was certainly interested in meeting them, even if Aelira wasn't quite so keen on it. Her winged friend was as shy as hounds came although she did put on a brave face when needed.

"Hey...you wanna go say hi to some of them?" she asked the small hound/ Aelira's ears were perked and her wings, although tucked against her side, rattled just a bit as she shivered. They were all so big, and one even looked a bit mean...

Um...not really, but I'll go if you do she said with a weak smile. Piper sighed heavily and reached out to pat her 'parrot'.

"We'll go say hi in a minute, then. See if anyone else shows up first."

Samantha and Thalin'Silme

Two new faces emerged into the crowded area. Samantha was dressed to the nines, her princess dress elaborate and about as authentic as they came. Her mask was adorned with pearls and gems that might draw unwanted attention from a pickpocket if it weren't for the massive hound she rode. Being small enough to sit on Thal's back was a nice treat and she hoped she'd never grow any more so she could do it forever.

Thal paused and looked this way and that, trying to find a clear space to bring his bonded so she wouldn't get trampled. There weren't many children here and Samantha might get overlooked in the fun. His eyes alighted on another human and her hound, and he made his way over towards them.

Why don't we go say hello to these two over here? he asked, nodding in the direction he was heading in. Samantha looked up and spotted the brindle hound, also with horns, and the shorter woman that stood beside it.

"Ah...okay," she said very softly. She put on a smile even though she was shaking just a bit in her massive costume. As they approached Thal got very strange vibes from the other hound, although he didn't let it show.

"H-hello," Samantha said Thal stopped in front of Asmordii and Ellie. "Nice party. Everyone's costumes are so pretty. You look like a princess, too.

Fianna peeked around the open flap of the big top, peering curiously inside. It was a swirl of color, gowns glittering and tuxes dashing. When she had heard of the carnival in town, she knew it would prove an excellent opportunity to venture outside and experience some culture. Her parents had a habit of being...rather overbearing, and thus, far too protective. She was their sole heir, and unlike her parents, Fianna could boast few accomplishments. They desperately wanted her to be somebody, and took advantage of every free moment to push hobbies and education her way. She certainly liked the studies, but when it came to dance, she was all left feet, and when it came to music, she proved tone deaf. Pretty hopeless, honestly.

Needless to say, it took a while to convince them that their darling daughter needed this outing. But once she voiced that perhaps she would meet a rich, mysterious masked man to whom she might wed, they were practically shoving her out the front door. She tried not to take their enthusiasm at the prospect personally.

Unfortunately, the convincing had taken so long that she'd missed most of the daytime activities, but she was perfectly happy to settle for the masquerade. Elaborate dances were familiar to her world, but the setting was far more fascinating! So she wasn't uncomfortable stepping out into the crowd, decorated from head to foot in a dazzling lilac gown and soft peach mask, her ash brown hair falling in soft curls down her back. Of course, the moment she entered the tent and committed herself to the event, she found herself lost to the sway of the music and the shimmer of the lights.

Despite Ipheion's voiced concerns, Fianna wandered aimlessly, ignorant to her immediate surroundings. It was no surprise to her hound then when she trod right over some poor gentleman's shoes. Unintentional, of course, but it cued a sigh and an eye roll from Ipheion nonetheless.

Thankfully, Fianna realized her mistake shortly after it happened, and shot back with a gasp, wide eyes finding the young man's. "Oh I am so sorry! Did I step on your foot? Shoot, I always step on feet! It happens to be why I cannot dance, you see." Ipheion barked a laugh, shaking her head in exasperation. Faey, meanwhile, ever clueless, bleated up at Fianna happily.

Peter edged into the massive tent without a word, eyes fixated on the festivities. If he were asked to explain his presence, he wasn't entirely sure how he might answer. Because he was...curious? Lonely? Admittedly, he wasn't much for company, aside from his hound, Odeir, but he had to say...sometimes, he thought maybe he wouldn't mind a friend or two. A friend of the human variety, that was. Maybe it was that longing, locked away deep inside, that had possessed him to attend the masquerade. He was well stocked for the week anyway, so it wasn't like he had much of anything better to do.

His garb was practical and simple, consisting mainly of leathers and furs. All hand made, of course, so the quality was rugged. He never bought from the market, thinking it a waste when he could procur everything he needed from the forests. A quick look around told him, however, that he was likely by far the least formally dressed. The other men wore tuxes of clean lines and crisp fabric, while the women were especially lovely as they glittered in the low light.

"Maybe this was a mistake..." He murmured to Odeir, keeping to the outer edges. Odeir peered up at his summoner, his golden gaze thoughtful.

Nonsense. You just need to loosen up with someone fun. Someone like... Odeir glanced around, and then smiled with satisfactory. Her. The one with the eye patch. Is that a real hooked hand? Peter followed Odeir's line of sight, the corners of his mouth twitching with the exertion of hiding a smile. "Fine."

With a huff, Peter picked his way through the crowd, Odeir on his heels. He approached the pirate woman slowly, clearing his throat once she was within arm reach and attempted not to scowl. "Your hand...is it real?"

'You're lucky he didn't throttle you...

Fianna shot her hound a curious glance, her slim eyebrows pushing toward her hairline. Why would he have harmed her for an accident? Sometimes, Ipheion and her worldly logic made little sense to the young woman. But the lady paid it little mind, quickly forgetting the caution and returning her attention to the gentleman she'd assaulted. Contrary to Ipheion's assumptions, the man took it in good stride, claiming he was quite fine, and even inquiring after her well being. Well, that was kind!

Fianna giggled and nodded, suddenly feeling silly. Her cheeks were warm with blush, and she could feel her eyes widening further. She already possessed large eyes, and with her habit of opening them wide, she persistently looked like a deer in headlights. She nodded again, realizing suddenly that she hadn't spoken for a rather long pause. "Oh sorry, yes, of course! I am quite fine." She paused again to peer around curiously, as if looking for someone, or afraid she might miss something. In doing so, she missed the uncomfortable shift of his mask, and thus for now, remained ignorant to his anxieties.

When she fixated Frederick with her stare again, she was fidgeting, and for no apparent reason. "So, um...did you come along with anyone?"


ooc Sorry these are short, my head is killiiiiiiing me.

Frederick blushed slightly when she giggled. Her blush was apparent on her pale skin and those eyes, like a deer caught in the lights.

When she answered that she was fine, he breath in a sigh of relief. He didn't know if the relief was from him not being in any sort of trouble with this women or if that she was genuinely okay.

When she looked around and looked at him again, she was fidgeting and ask him if he was with someone. He scratched the back of his neck. "Kinda..."

He trailed off and that certain someone rammed into his behind, almost making Frederick fall.

As he caught himself he turned to see that Gramr decided to come back...with a whole mess of crumbs upon his face.

Gramr exclaimed as he also proceeded to lick his chops.

Frederick froze as horror and embarrassment crept up upon his face. "What did you do?!" He hissed.

Gramr was scratching his ear as he looked at him.

Frederick groaned as Gramr barked and stuck his tongue out.

"Why can't you be like Erebus...?" Now Frederick really didn't want to be here, especially with his companion acting like a slob.

Not wanting the young lady to see the heat spread from his face to neck he gestured to Gramr. "This is whom I'm with tonight."

Frederick scowled at her mentioning names. Now that she mentioned it, he really didn't introduced himself before, being very rude not having done so before.

Putting a hand over his heart, he bowed. "My name is Frederick...Alwin. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Fianna Turelli and Ipheion" At the last moment he decided not to give his nickname. He didn't want to see if she would react badly to the nickname Bear. Yes, he killed a bear, survived an attack but he didn't want to see if she would be disgusted on having talk to a brute like him. Strange...it never bother him on what others thought before. Why now?

As he straighten up, he gestured to the vortex patterned hound. "This is my hound, Garmr. I am a summoner like you said."

He scowled at Garmr. "Don't be rude." Garmr cocked his head, suddenly realized what his partner was saying, and did a lazy bow and introduced himself to Ipheion. His tail wagged.