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    The pup didn't count himself as an overachiever, but he fucking went hard when he wanted to plan a party. It was his first party, so he wanted it to make a fucking impression.

    The Egyptian theme was cool with him. The Egyptian stuff all around him made sense and despite the fact that his mannerisms suggested that he might be illiterate, Smenkhkare did read a lot, because what the hell else could he do while his bitch ass was stuck in the camp? So now he was putting that knowledge to good use.

    Using his fancy ass warlord status, the young pup had barked commands all the past few days, utilizing the labor and powers of BloodClan warriors to make a fitting party space. They had removed the sand from one of the abandoned mortuary temples in front of the pyramids, where the Pharaohs of old would've received offerings after their death, and Smenkhkare had decided that the party would be held in the front open courtyard of the place. The roof had collapsed inwards, so the rubble had to be removed, but Smenkhkare had saved the pillars and they had re-erected them. Now, the columns were strung with red decorations and streamers. The sacred lake in front of the temple was refilled with water and Smenkhkare had thrown a few fish in, throwing some floating candles on the waters as well.

    Now, it was night, and those floating candles looked like glowing flowers on the waters. Firelight flickered, casting large shadows onto the pillars. In the courtyard, Smenkhkare had set up a long table full of delicious foods. Somehow, the warlord had gotten hold of an Egyptian cookbook and now a veritable ancient feast was spread. Goose slow cooked in honey, sweet honeycakes, beer made from brewed chunks of barley bread, fish of a dozen varieties, hippo steaks, succulent fillets of gazelle, piles of figs, pomegranates, plums, and grapes, clay-baked snakes, fried crocodile tenderloins... He might have overdone himself, but Smenkhkare was proud. Hopefully, their allies would enjoy it.


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    Absolutely pooped from running around inviting the shit out of their allies, the caracal huffed as he sat down and grabbed one of them tasty ass fried crocodile and weird beer. He was fucking hungry!


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    YURI MUZIKANT


    Aw he wanted to be fashionably late. Too bad. Yuri touched down on BloodClan's territory. The sand was lukewarm under his paws as it had started to cool once the sun had went down. A tasty scent wafted through the air here along with BloodClan's signature smell.


    His fuchsia eyes were attracted to the glowing candles on the water that looked like flowers- which he loved. The Colouredclanner approached the temple that had been decorated for the party's purpose. Yuri could vaguely tell it was Egyptian themed or some type of royal desert theme. His situation in his clan was odd but he would play it all out like things were fine. "Greetings from ColouredClan, BloodClan. Yuri Muzikant is here. I will even admit this is a pleasing set up." Yuri addressed Smenkhkare and caracal he recognized as the one who had given ColouredClan the invite.


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    hypokrisis was rather impressed by the accuracy and great deal of strife that his younger half-relation had gone through in order to set up the party now laid out before him. the young priest was quite the enthusiast of egyptian culture himself, having become fascinated with it much more so than those of greek legends due to the fact the odd eyes that adorned his fore head like a crown seemed to find some origins in it's influence, and so truly was capable of appreciating the great lengths smenkhkare had gone through to put it all together. "Welcome, and thank you for attending," hypokrisis nodded graciously to the colouredclanner, even though the words hadn't been directed to him his formal statement still stood.


    it was then the boy focused his gaze upon smenkhkare, expression a light with utter pleasure and delight at what the younger had created. "I'm quite impressed, Smenkhkare," hypokrisis began, speaking the other's fool name rather than a butchering. he knew what it was like, having and odd title himself, and so made it a point to call all by their full name- well, all accept one. "I didn't know you knew so much about Egyptian culture."

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    Savannah had been to a few parties before, but this... wow. Had Bill and Henri's wedding even been this extravagant? She wasn't sure. When Savannah wanted to, she could put on a rather grand party herself, but nothing like this. "Heroes and gods," Savannah would mutter to herself as she walked over, looking around. This was amazing. She hadn't been sure if this was an occasion that validated her wearing a dress (which she loved doing and would have done anyways). Samael, her dragon, followed her closely, wearing a clean scarf rather than a bloodstained one like he would normally have on. After all, she didn't want scolded for being dirty again, and she certainly didn't want BloodClan's allies to see her covered in dirt and blood.


    Though she was far more interested in the food than the allies. The smell of honeycake caught her attention, and she perked up, making her way pver to the feast that had been laid out. She looked up at the dragon who accompanied her, and he got her a piece of the cake, handing it down to the kitten. "If nothing else, this is a good party because there's cake."



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    「 may these words — be the first to find your ears 」
    Eventide felt like a fish out of water in the presence of the extravagant decorum and experienced party-goers. She had only been introduced to the clans a paltry few days ago, and going to a party so soon after all the culture-shock just made her dizzy. Nearly falling and crashing into an ornate table set-up, she only barely managed to steady herself on a strong, tall pillar adorned in gold and red. There, she sat, illuminated by the candlelight and the hearth of the fire, so that her once vibrant fur spun of gold was now darkened and cast in flickering red. She stared into the flames and she watched the ember climb into the sky with multi-colored optics, stretching her head to see the smoke kiss the clouds goodbye. Mystified for mere seconds, she soon turned her head again so she could seek out her leather bag, sun-dried and rubbed raw from overuse. From it's darkened depths, she unearthed a thick tome that must've given the bag all it's shape, for it was flattened now. Dutifully, Eventide consulted her book detailing the age-old Egyptian culture, and there she checked and analyzed every piece of decoration for error, and when she found none, she instead imagine what deity this festival would have honored in the olden days. Hathor? Sep, Uati? Or maybe even a pharaoh who claimed himself to be a God?

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    "Ya alright there?" a western, high-pitched voice sounded near to WHISPER. with a twinge of mild concern. An alabaster servaline tiptoed near, metal paws clanking all too readily to give away his sneaking. Frightfur couldn't stop himself from noticing the girl with the golden fur and the leather bag and the book she'd pulled from it. She'd acted strangely when he'd arrived, he noticed, like she was going to fall on a table. Was she...clumsy? Tipsy? Whatever. He had to make sure something wasn't wrong.


    The Colouredclanner stared upward to the lady with a bright smile that showed his flashy titanium teeth. He stared for quite too long. Way too long. Long enough for the boy to realize that this lady was way too beautiful for his fierce green eyes to be looking at. "Uh, howdy, I mean. I'm Frightfur Seraphim of Colouredclan! Did you come here all alone?" the robotic serval of a soldier said as he hid his blushes. He thought the smell of Shadowclan was about her but he saw no other Shadowclanners. At least he had Yuri with him from Colouredclan but he wanted to stay far away from Yuri.


    Fright had come here to have a good time and say 'hi' to the pup who was holding the party, but of course he'd gone and gotten himself distracted.

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    with the exception of the host, luca could recognise everyone there. he spotted savannah, the angry child that'd attacked hawkclan, frightfur, eventide, and... was that yuri? he also noticed hypokrisis, although their meeting in shadowclan had been so brief luca couldn't really say he'd 'met' the bloodclanner. the same went for ximen, who went straight for the food and alcohol. the kitsune would probably follow in his footsteps sooner or later, but for now he was preoccupied with exploring the place. luca looked around with a childish awe, marvelling at the prettiness of the party. luca's parties were always haphazard in nature, so it was nice to see something a bit more put together.


    the incubus sat beside the lake, leaning over to watch the fish try to nibble at the floating candles. he'd talk to someone later, but for now he just sat and stared at the decorations, the flames of the candles reflected in his bright fuchsia eyes.

    「 may these words — be the first to find your ears 」
    Invested deeply into her large book, she hardly noticed the sound of titanium crunching beside her as she pointed to the small inked letters with her claw and mumbled to herself in intense thought. It was only moments before Frightfur Seraphim M. ! even spoke that she looked up, and when she did, she couldn't help but jump back and hit her back against the pillar in shock. Much too intrigued by her research and studying, she managed to blot out the world around her, which seemed to clear only when his southern drawl crept into her thoughts. Her deep cerulean and amber eyes were widened in shock and meshed with his radioactive green to create ultramarine and verdigris, but they soon grew mystified. She had never seen anything like him, with the pure, almost snow-like fur and the shimmering of the titanium as the hearth bounced from it. Distracted by her thoughts, she hardly managed to return to the ground. "I um- what?" she stammered lamely, her book instinctively close and pushed closer to her honeyed chest.


    It was only moments later that Eventide finally processed the words that came from him, to which she finally managed to a smile, as if an apology for her awkwardness. "Oh, I'm fine. Sorry, sort of new to this whole thing." she stumbled, motioning vaguely to the entire scene with a cloudy paw. There was an odd scent to him, one not of her own, but something she could not quite decipher. "I'm Eventide, of... Shadowclan. I've technically come alone, but I'm sure there's other Shadowclanners here. Guess I never looked around for them." she tried her best to make conversation, but found herself severely unskilled in anything other than the analytics she was so used to. If it were up to her, all parties would be in libraries, but she supposed not everyone thought like her. "I've, uh, never seen someone like you. How did you get the titanium prosthetics, if you don't mind me asking?" not for a moment did she think of the subject being a sensitive one, as she was a painfully honest person, but as time went, she regretted it. She didn't speak anymore though, in fear of ruining the little social interaction she had.

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    Egyptian was a theme that Sel didn't see explored all that often, so she was somewhat fascinated. She had to stay sober for the babies, so really all she could do was eat, socialize and admire the theme. Which... wasn't all that bad, really. "Good job... Smenkhkare. Is that how you pronounce it?" He needed a nickname. Something she could pronounce.

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    Holy shit, how did her brother even pull this out of his ass? The dark furred canine was awestruck when she came upon the candle lit scene. It was beautiful, she wished she had one of those things called cameras to take a quick snap shot and save it forever. To say the least, she was rather proud of Smenkhkare. The vulgar siblings of hers really surpassed what she had expected. Making a beeline for the honeycakes, the girl would snag one for herself and retreated to the body of water since she considered it to be the most scenic spot, the floating candles were super cute after all. Anyhow, she would notice someone else in the vicinity, a shadowclanner she would note. Scooting over to Luca K. , the maned wolf hybrid would break off half her honeycake(the untouched part of course) and offered it to the interesting looking kitsune. He had wings! "Hello," the child would offer the shadowclanner a cheery greeting as she held out the sweet treat, "if you don't want it, you can feed it to the fish."

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    a voice broke him out of his trance, causing the scarred demon to blink before turning to the hybrid that had talked to him. "hi," he greeted, throwing a small smile at Amunet and taking the honeycake offered to him, muttering a small thanks. he'd always been a fan of sweets. lu was a little glad that someone had approached him first, it saved him he effort of finding someone interesting enough to talk to. she smelled like bloodclan, which caught luca's interest. he'd always been sort of fascinated with the clan, despite never joining. maybe it was just their name; he was a vampire after all. "who're you?" he would ask, the blunt question tumbling unceremoniously from between his jaws. lu liked to think he got around a lot, but he'd never seen the canine before. oh well, strangers were just friends he hadn't met yet, or something dumb like that.

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    ♡ ♡ ♡ now this was what mortal life was all about. hadley stalked up to the party with a sparkle in her blue eye, her brown eye still as dark and dull as the depths of her birthplace, hell. a candy-coated smile had found its way onto her muzzle, as it often did. she was young in body and carefree in mind, so she was ready to start living the reckless, crazy life that she'd always been drawn to; there wasn't a better way to start that off than at a party.

    the set-up was beautiful, and she paused to take it all in, wondering who could've possibly had the time and dedication to arrange such a lovely space. during her scan of the area, her eyes fell upon a pretty siamese cat who seemed to be conversing with a maned wolf pup that looked vaguely familiar. her grin widened.

    she swung by the food table to snatch up two beers before making her way over to SELFDESTRUCTION . stopping just in front of the feline, she held out one of the beers to her, tilting her head to the side slightly as she looked her up and down. "hey, beautiful. i don't think we've met before. are you from around here?" it was only after speaking that she spotted the smooth curve of the feline's stomach, doubtlessly indicating that she was pregnant. eying her baby bump, hadley shook her head gently. "ah, my bad, baby girl. doubt the father wants me talking to you like that, huh?" she giggled softly as her eyes trailed back up to the feline's face.


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    YOU BITCHES CAN'T DO IT LIKE ME ･ﾟ✧

    Wow! So many people were gathering here and Smenkhkare wondered if this meant that the party was going to be a success or not. The hybrid sauntered out to greet the guests, his usual grin plastered across his features. "Welcome one, welcome all, and all that good shit! Just sit down, relax, and have yourself a good fuckin' time, y'know?" he announced.

    The boy's head turned towards Hypokrisis as he was addressed. "Ya better be impressed, bruh," the pup returned in a cheeky manner. "I ain't got nothin' to do when I'm stuck in the camp, y'know?" Smenkhkare was even more pleased with all the praise raining down on his ass and he soaked up the adulation of the masses, puffing out his thin chest. Addressing Selfdestruction, the pup answered back, "You didn't do too bad. Call me Smenkh if it's easier on the tongue, I don't mind. I also answer to daddy."


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    Xia didn't usually go to events. She just... didn't fit in well. Yeah, cliche, but parties were meant for creatures that enjoyed company, drinking, and maybe a bit of dancing. Xia didn't fit the requirements, which, honestly, irked her. She was still young, she was pretty (she thought), and if she tried, she could be kind and fun. Why didn't she do this more often? That's why she was here, and, almost immediately, she regretted it.


    Talking filled the party almost immediately - even the newest member of ShadowClan, Eventide, getting some of the action. Her eyes swayed from creature to creature, eyeing Luca for longer than she wanted. He was a natural at this, and they had the same genes. Why wasn't she the same way? Jealousy sparked in her as she stole away towards the drinks and poured herself some water. She held back her powers as well as she could, lapping up the liquid and idly glancing around the party.

    Sel turned to creamcloud as she approached her, eyeing the beer longingly for a moment. "Nah, I'm from the Skulls." Speaking of, where the hell were her Clanmates? Actually, on second thought, this chick was cute and interested, Ryan and Calla could stay back and Xylia... didn't need to see Sel complicating her life even more. "He doesn't, but I don't mind." She winked before her attention was snagged by YAMAZAKI . "How about I call you Sonny? You're like a third my age." A few months younger and he could almost be her eldest's kid.
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    ♡ ♡ ♡ "the skulls, hm?" yes, that explained why hadley hadn't seen sel around before. it was a shame that she was from another clan, really. hadley would've appreciated seeing such a pretty face around more often. "sounds pretty badass." she'd never heard of the skulls before, but that didn't surprise her; she hadn't heard of many different groups that existed at this time, having only just arrived in the mortal realm after a long time away.


    she noticed sel's hesitance to take the beer, and after a moment of thought, understood it. "ah, no alcohol for the kiddos, huh?" she nodded and lowered the beer she'd been holding out to the feline, setting it off to the side.


    at sel's second statement, the grin on her face changed; it twitched at the corners until it began a sort of mischievous smirk. her blue eye glistened. in the back of her mind, all she could think about was how long it'd been since she'd touched a girl. she saw self wink, and something in her chest tightened. too long. much too long. "mm, i like the way you think. it's nice to meet a girl who can make decisions for herself. and you're right: live by your own rules, baby. you deserve to have some fun." she then attempted to use her scent manipulation powers to produce a tantalizing floral scent around the two of them, grinning the whole time.




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    Sel grinned - god, this was what she needed. "Thanks, dollface. We're pirates - if you're not careful, I might end up stealing you're booty." Another flirtatious wink and a tail flick. "Yeah... least not where people can judge me for it." She joked, but she really was trying to stay sober for them. She didn't give a fuck about getting judged.

    She chuckled. "I'd love to see someone try to make my decisions for me. What about you, hon, do you deserve some fun too?" Unfortunately the scent manipulation went unnoticed by Sel, who lacked a sense of smell.
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    ♡ ♡ ♡ "hmm, i don't think i would be opposed to that." hadley responded, biting down on her bottom lip seductively. "pirates are sexy, anyways. i always fall for the bad girls." she let her bottom lip pop out of the grip of her teeth and returned to grinning flirtatiously.


    at sel's second comment, hadley nodded, letting her eyes flicker from side to side to look over the crowd surrounding them. "i understand, but that must get tiring, worrying about judged." she slowly returned her gaze to sel's face. "how about later i take you somewhere where no one can judge you? somewhere quiet, empty. just us. you don't have to drink, still, because i bet we can find other things to occupy our time with." she raised her nonexistent eyebrows in a questioning manor, and her lips quirked upwards at the corner."i dunno if i deserve fun, but you sure as hell do, and someone's gotta help you get it. and believe me, baby girl, with my help, you can have the time of your life."



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