oh you foolish capulet | open, red festival event

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    it was a gorgeous night, one in which was filled to the brim with dying stars looking back to earth and the world was enveloped in cascading moonlight. even the desert, one in which was usually outlined with harsh crimsons and cruel oranges, had become an endearing form of soft there after a lovely sunset. it would seem, hypokrisis thought as his pelt of ivory faintly glowed within the star light, he had chosen a perfect date. the priest sat upon the side of the blood nile, even it's known horrors seemingly sweet against the moon, with various lanterns possessing tiny candles with flickering wicks within their majesty alongside the bank. it only seemed to make the scene more ethereal, and almost would cause an outsider to not believe bloodclan was not one of savagery. almost.


    there was a purpose for this, however, as hypokrisis came forth amongst the gentle lights of natural and fire sources appearing more so like a lovely phantom within the atmosphere than a young priest- the sole understanding of his mortality was that of the three gashes which protruded down his procleine face. "In honor of your loved ones gone, send a lantern down the nile for a loved one in the red god's name," hypokrisis began softly, gaze slightly glitsetneing in sorrow. he'd chosen three lanterns, gently nudging them along the river and watching as they drifted away in the night as he silently thought of the names he so missed they were meant for.