NOTHING BUT A PRETTY FACE ◇ OPEN ◇ REMINISCING ◇ BONFIRE

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    marsyas was getting used to things here, however, there were things he was missing from his home world. like the nymphs, and their laughter. he missed watching them play amongst the trees, and he missed having them drink with him and his friends, and he missed watching them dance 'round the bonfire every night to the music that the satyr's would play.




    with a wistful sigh, he situated himself into a more comfortable position and began to blow a soft melody into his pan flute. he was sitting by a willow tree on the outside of camp. he wondered if anyone around here liked bonfires.




    glancing up at the dark sky, he decided that a bonfire would be beautiful at the moment. he made quick work of creating a pit and surrounding it by rocks. he conjured up some wood and dry grass, arranging it so that it would light easily. next he had to figure out how to light a match with his stupid hooves.




    with much difficulty, the little faun managed to light the fire. he smiled softly and fluttered his ears, "if anyone is interested in joining me for a bonfire, they're welcome to!" he called.




    the child lay down beside the fire and began to blow soft music into his pan flute again.
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    [font=georgia]A bonfire? Well, that seemed nice. It was always a calm enviorment to sit around with your friends in a warm surronding. That is, if Boneclan was plannning to stay calm for this bonfire. Working his way over, Qubix smiled kindly. "I'd love to join!"



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    It was initially the musical notes coming from the fauns panpipe that caught the hybrids attention. One blue and one golden eye would cut through the darkness to land on the smaller, much frailer figure, remaining there with a sense of slight curiosity in them. Music wasn't something he was familiar with, especially that sort, and the few fluttering notes that had been played had left their hollow notes lingering in his ears. He was a little disappointed when the stranger suddenly got to his hoofs and began to leave, but Masenko was soon treated to the other returning with a bundle of sticks which he went about making a fire with.




    "if anyone is interested in joining me for a bonfire, they're welcome to!"




    Well, talk about your convenient welcomes.




    Getting to his large paws the off-black hybrid would lazily shake out his fur before heading over. There was a careless sort of confidence to him, something more akin to 'not giving a shit' than 'look at me, i'm so cool'. Masenko wasn't the kinds of guy to care about what others thought. Most people were simply objects or backgrounds noise to him, others at best serving as a stepping stool to get to better places. There were very few people he'd come in contact with in his year or so of living that had resonated with him in any way, which might have been seen as strange until you took into consideration the fact that he'd been living alone as a rogue up until recently, more interested with satisfying his lust for blood, which had dwarfed his desire for prolonged socialization. One might say he was all killed out for the time being, having grown bored with the tactics he'd been using, and it had made the perfect excuse to join a clan like this.




    "Hey." he'd greet as he approached, taking a seat on the opposite side of the fire so they could see each other while conversing. Much like his appearance the hybrid had a masculine voice whose tone also paralleled his looks; calm and casual, with a roughness to it that suggested he didn't use it often, despite his youth. "Thanks for the invite. Name's Masenko, what's yours?"

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    marsyas first looked up from his soft playing again with qubix approached. ah, the green one who reminded him of the nymphs from his home world. what a perfect addition to the bonfire he had made to make himself feel more at home.




    he smiled gently at the feline, "welcome. can i get you anything?" he asked, fluttering his ears, and looking at the the fire, and the smoke climbing into the sky.




    when masenko approached, he tensed for a very brief second, before relaxing, "hello masenko." he said, fluttering his ears, looking over to the hybrid, "my name is marsyas demos." he said with another smile. he shifted again, "you're welcome to join us 'round the fire if you wish. the more the merrier." he chuckled softly and looked back to his pan flute, beginning to blow the same soft melody as he had been earlier.




    it was a lively tune, if not a bit haunting in a way that was undefinable. wistfulness flashed across the faun's pale green eyes as he played, closing his eyes briefly. he opened them again to continue watching the fire.
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    Marsyas. Strange name, he supposed, but not the strangest. He would indeed take them up on their offer, his tail curling around his large paws in a very feline-like manner.


    "Well met." he'd mutter, ears pricked forward as the faun began fidgling with the instrument once more.


    The tun that was played was nothing he new, but none the less he found a strange sort of fascination in himself toward it. The birds song was the only tune he new. "That thing you've got, what is it?" Masenko would ask, unable to restrain his curiosity farther.

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    "You all sound so formal, I mean, this is a bonfire isn't it? Eat some smores, gossip, tell spooky storys, ya know, relax" Marvelpaw sighed as he approached, did these people know nothing? Then again, he'd never attended a bonfire before so perhaps his own perception on it was wrong. That'd sure be embarassing. "Though while we're introducing ourselves my names Marvelpaw, pleasure!"[hr]

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    "it's a pan flute." marsyas said with a small smile, "wanna try?" he asked, offering the instrument to masenko.




    his gaze was drawn to marveloaw at his approach. he didn't exactly know what a s'more was, because the bonfires he was used to had music, wine, and an array of fruits. "hello, marvelpaw! i'm marsyas." he introduced briskly, "what do we need to make s'mores?" he asked, tilting his head.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Joji padded up curiously and perked an ear. Bonfire? Sounded fun to him. "'Sup." He greeted everyone before choosing a corner and settling down. He conjured up a blanket and wrapped it around himself. "Anybody need marshmallows? Or ramen? I always carry food around." Joji said. What? Food was an essential.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px;][font=arial][justify][size=8]A bonfire. Perhaps it was a bit dangerous with his delicate wings, but if the fire was well maintained perhaps there would be no need to fret. "Well, we'll uh, need chocolate and gra-graham crackers too if - if we're gonna make good s'mores." The herb said as he strolled over to warm himself by the bonfire. It'd probably be difficult to bite into the s'more with his small mouth, but he was pretty hungry.


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    he came into the warmth, sighing as it seemed to envelope him. he didn't know about the others, but he was content to just lay here and relax.
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    marsyas looked to joji as he approached, "alright." he said with a small nod, smiling softly at the serval. he didn't know what a marshmallow was, but it sounded interesting enough.




    his green gaze then flitted over to kaiju. a musing look graced his soft features as he conjured up what the moth dragon had told him that they needed for s'mores. personally, the faun was more interested in fruits and stuff, but if this was what others wanted, then why try to deprive them of it?




    he smiled as florian approached, "hello!" he greeted happily, "are you going to make s'mores too?" he asked.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★[size=3pt]--[/size] Teleporting into the area where the bonfire was being held at Pishacha sat down. "Hey guys what's going on? I came to join the party, this seems pretty fun" the masked death head commented as he looked around while smiling.

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    he gave a smile in return to marsyas. "h-hello. i mi-might, b-but i'm n-no-not sure. i d-don't us-usually like t-to try new f-foo-foods."
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    it was the sound of the tune playing that first caught aksumpaw's attention, and he approached in wonder, eyes sweeping past the bonfire and the gathered clan members. he stepped closer, but kept himself slightly to the side as usual, ears twitching at the overheard conversation.




    "s'mores? what are those?" he asked to no-one in particular. and chocolates and crackers. all these were foreign to him, but he was willing to try. "i'll join too at any rate, if that's alright," he added with a soft smile.
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    She had arrived without a word, slinking about near the edge of the gathering. The witch was not one for these sort of things, preferring to be left to her magick in peace.


    // rushed + mobile + track i guess


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    [abbr= "morrigan" - female - one year, three months - advisor of boneclan - very extreme - no capture/maim/kill - fc is morrigan from dragon age ]tags[/abbr] - [abbr=the sight, telepathy, conjuration, flower prints, shapeshifting, scent manip, emotion manip, invisibility, ghostmode ]powers[/abbr] - [abbr= scar from being stabbed on her right flank (near her hip), various small scars ]injuries[/abbr]