NEVER FEAR OUR BITE — open, bonfire event

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    a bonfire party is not only a great ice breaker, like she previously said, but it's also incredibly easy to set up. hell, it's practically child's play. the feline slinks around the pit of rocks and branches, rough paws blushing a faint light as she jabs a hand into the scoop of fire wood. flickers of flames roar at her outstretched fingertips, eating away at the material immediately. a plume of smoke sifts heavenward and her eyes sweep across the area, toward the logs she dragged over here only moments ago, now all huddled around her work, and then lift to the sky. people ought to be showing up anytime now but mm, chicagocrimes wonders if she can go grab some snacks and drinks beforehand.

    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — something about bonfires was oddly calming for saeran. he liked the warmth they had provided. the doberman had come over, steps hesitant. he was really hoping this wasn't for the sunclanners. but oh how they fire seemed to murmur his name and tell him to join. his body had been so tired. still, he had lacked sleep. there was nothing to it other than that. but he could never sleep nowadays. his eyes had scanned the area and had found chica, watching as her paws had shifted weight and her mind raced. "you did enough. just settle down, chicago." the doberman called, but his attention was soon reclaimed by the soft light of the red flower.

    coffeeblends has always enjoyed fire -- the warmth it brings, it's mesmerising, paint brush-like flicker, what have you. though he can't see it's colour ( everything's always just been a dull shade of brown to his eyes ), he knows that the fire his mother has set up is beautiful in its own right. the canine approaches the scene with his usual cup of coffee and smirk, chocolate hues trained on the fire that crackles upwards at the sky. "pretty," is murmured to no one in particular, and coff sips from his cup immediately after. "you've done nice here, mom," he offers to chica a moment later, tearing his gaze from the liquid in his cup to the anxious feline. he's decided to totally ignore saeran for the moment, on the condition that he doesn't want to spoil the moment with meaningless bickering.

    "this is the truth about it" -- tags

    ❝ do you mind if I steal a kiss? a little souvenir ❞


    the wolf clicked her tongue as she eyed chicagocrimes, her cocoa brown orbs rolling before she turned herself, and her body away from her. "you did enough. just settle down, chicago. thats the fucking truth. she definetely did enough." she taunted, the thick accented tone following the tainted words. she just wouldnt let go of the fact that she had been cheated on. fuck, she would of rather died than to have to face chicago. and part if her wanted to forgive, but she was bitter and couldn't go even near her without her blood boiling. it was painful. so fucking painful.


    ❝ can I steal it from you ❞

    | Ah, bonfires were so cozy! The smell of smoke could be harsh sometimes, and it sucked when it started blowing in your eyes, but Saeyoung liked it otherwise. And the warmth of the fire was always so relaxing! He strutted over to the comfy little gathering and, papping his brother on the snout with a paw as he passed, flopped onto his belly near the crackling blaze, stretching out leisurely to let the heat soak into his soft pelt. "Mm-mm, toasty," he hummed with a content sigh, letting his head rest on his forelegs. He wondered if anyone would bring marshmallows? Mm, he was craving them now. Sure, they were sticky, and it was always a pain trying to clean the residue off of his paws afterwards, but they were tasty, and that was all he cared about. He took off his glasses and set them nearby, then relaxed, letting his golden eyes fall closed for the time being. |

    THERES AN ERROR IN MY HEART !

    i will make you proud

         i will make you have faith in me

    Destrian slunk over silently, taking in the fire with his icy eyes. It was always nice to have a fire in the winter months, and a large one like this often brought the Clan together. Goodness knows he needed to socialize more. The feline took a seat by Saeyoung, finding the other male to be actually pretty friendly and tolerable. Coffe and Jade were already speaking with Chica, the latter with what appeared to be venomous words. What was up with that? He offered a soft, "Hello," to Saeyoung before returning his attention to his mother and her conversations. He wanted to see what would happen, but not get involved if he could. Ruger settled himself down on Des's open side, letting out a sigh. Ah, to be as ignorant as a tiny raccoon.






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    heat swarms toward her cheeks, a flush of embarrassment embroidering skin, bone. the beast slinks into her right hand man's company, tongue lolling around smoked words, "what kinda bonfire doesn't have s'mores?" surely not a good one. plus she's sure the might have some marshmellows lying around from their last party if she dares to look hard enough. it's a simple fix, a quick touch up- one that she's definitely needing to be totally and completely satisfied with her work. chicagocrimes lips twist into a cheetah's smile toward both son and friend. "i'll be like, right back." a sinner's promise baiting breath, paws scuff dirt as battered body twists toward camp- only to stop when venom is spat her way. like when cables in an elevator snap, her stomach plunges into something dreadful and ruby eyes stare into cool green. teeth grit, chest swells, and what is spat from twist of tongue threatens poison, "you can take that shit somewhere else, jade. i ain't havin' it." the not-so-sly call-out burns guilt from within the volcanous individual but also rage, and her glare is sharp. she refuses to be dragged into another fight with her lost lover, especially now when strangers from another land promise to make an appearance. chica glances from one guest to the next, feathers ruffled at just a whisper of words, and she plops back down beside saeran, the idea of snacks now bitterly absent in her void of thoughts.

    "whatever, chica. im just trying to get some peace for once. i ain't tryna fuck up your time cause you clearly have better things to do. sorry i'm such a waste of fucking space." she was tired of fighting with chica. it was getting both of them absolutely no where. jade loved her estranged lover but the trust just wasn't there. and it hurt, so bad. taking a few steps back, the wolf turned her head away, a weak breath escaping her jaws as she moved away keeping her head low. jade didnt even know if she was mad anymore. she just was at the point of giving up.

    Thea arrived shortly after, landing and padding over to where Aurum was, and looked a bit unsure if she should add anything, before choosing to stay silent. Whatever that was, she didn't have to butt in unless asked. "This is awesome, Chica, thank you for arranging this." Thea had brought a small basket with sweets, and the dragon set it down, pushing it towards the Sanctuary leader.


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    aurum intervenes, his sunshine voice a standout in her rainy parade. he's trying to diffuse the situation,a she sympathizes with him, but then jade snarks something back, something her mind can't process, but it pisses her off anyway cause she knows she's spouting more shit. teeth grind and she turns her head the other way to focus instead on thea- who miraculously is willing to approach her despite the blatant tension sifting about her limbs. "you're- you're welcome." chicagocrimes murmurs, eyes falling toward the basket. marshmallows, chocolates, cetera.. "oh, you brought snacks?" conversation shifts to something more hearty and the drama cools over.