superstar : spring dance

Well consider this a surprise. Ada had never pinned Leon as the type to plan and execute an event, let alone a dance. Guess you could teach an old dog new tricks. The panther had cleaned herself up for this one, making sure that she got there a little bit before all of the guests arrived considering she was one of the higher-ups. It would have been rather unprofessional for her to walk in late. Besides, how could she leave Leon just standing there all by himself? He looked rather sad like that; a guy alone in the middle of a decorated space. Time to remedy that. "Well didn't you clean up nicely?" The panther said as she approached Leon from behind, flicking her tail so that it brushed over his shoulders before turning to actually face him. "Color me impressed."

CONTAGIOUS CHEMISTRY — Of course, being the leader of the Dynasty himself, there was no excuse for the catsune to not be present for this event. Softvelvet had healed up enough to where his wounds were not all that disgusting to see and were practically all sealed up due to him taking care of himself and now he could comfortably walk around with stark white bandages wrapping him up form head to toe. He would still feel sore in his sides where his ribs had been broken and his leg was most definitely still healing up, and so those were the only two places where a majority of the bandages remained. Apart from that? Softvelvet looked quite nice for this event.

The Imperial Emperor had a flower crown woven of pink and deep red peonies places upon his head to punctuate that this was the coming of spring dance, that life was being breathed back into Agrelos. The six tailed catsune had made an effort to look nice what with his smooth, medium-length fur being tamed and velvety to the touch ( and looked the part, too ). Softvelvet was dressed to impress, as some would say.

He arrives shortly after Ada, having the same intention as the other to arrive a bit early before all of the other guests arrived. He offers a smile towards Leon, dipping his head towards the tiger as he slips past the duo to claim a spot on his lonesome nearby, calling over his shoulder in a grateful tone, "You did well, Leon! Thank you for taking the time for setting this up— it all looks rather lovely."

[ INFORMATION ] It'd been some time since Dread had attended a party. Even when he last woke, from a sleep before this recent rest, there had been no cause for celebration- or any excuse. None for him to go, anyway; there were undoubtedly a few festivities he could have participated in, had he the desire to. Dread still didn't want to, necessarily, but he had left the long sleep because of the disruption in Agrelos, the arrival of a non-native people. Joining one of their groups had been a step in understanding them, though befriending a blind lion -one of Agrelos, at least- before that hadn't been expected. Crims probably enjoyed these gatherings.

Or maybe he would more so enjoy trying to forcibly socialize Dread.

Best of luck to him. In the meantime, the feline would be standing at the absolute perimeter of the designated space, hood drawn up. A spring celebration. He might have been with them a long time ago, when he was young and did not see winter for the revival it was. When he thought seasons were a vital marker of years, rather than the nature of people as a timepiece.

Breakout disagreed with Softvelvet completely. Injured or not he still looked a beautiful as he always did. There was nothing about him that was disgusting in his eyes even if he was covered in bandges from top to toe. The Praelium had decided himself to attend being quite sometime since he last time had enjoyed a party and he really wanted to give Softvelvet a lovely time today. After everything he had gone through really wanted at least today be a more happy memory for him so he could briefly forget all of the torture this bastards in Sanguine ruins had done towards him. Breakout could relate what he had gone through all to well and he would hate himself for eternity if he let Sofie go through this alone, to let him feel just as crappy he had felt.

The Praelium had been careful in his steps to sneak up from behind the catsune and pulled a a unusal colored rose in the color or red and white forward which he had picked to place right in front of the other's nose. " For my beautiful angel." he would say warmly from behind, hoping he would like it. Meanwhile while waiting for how Softvelvet would react and respond the hellhound would turn his gaze briefly over to the one how had organized all of this, Leon was it right?. " Yeah, nice done dude. This looks fucking amazing and exactly what we needed today." he said with an approved grin.

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✧✧ FIREFLYPAW DARLING-KILLJOY

He hadn't given much thought to who would be at the event the Dark Dynasty had invited Colouredclan to. The young tiger was already a touch uneasy on going, given that he had a dual-alliance in the Sanguine Ruins, who was not on good terms with the dynasty. But these sorts of events always had all sorts of people who agreed to be at least civil. Firefly did not realize that the Exiles would be present. The people who took him, beat him, broke his bones for no reason other than that they could.

The strawberry tiger slipped into the party, his movement considerably slowed by his healing broken hind-leg, his head lowering slightly as the scent of the Exiles twisted his stomach into knots. He recognized some Exilers. Some unfortunates who his clanmates had gotten a hold of and bloodied something awful. Softvelvet for one. Maybe he shouldn't have come tonight.

He kept his pale blue gaze on the ground, carefully moving around the guests to reach Leon and Ada. The latter he had seen a few times, so it was a bit of a relief, and the former had been the one to invite Colouredclan. He still felt like he should say hello, even if he was terrified out of his mind. "Hello Miss Ada," murmured Fireflypaw, hesitating for a moment before bringing his gaze up to her, a faint smile on his maw. It was considerably different from the usual full-body smile that radiated sweet warmth. "Thank you for inviting Colouredclan, Leon, sir. It looks beautiful here."

ONE DAY Y'ALL GON' SEE ME !

☾･ﾟi make shy look freaky, i make dry look greasy, i make hard look easy!

Ah, they were probably the least welcome group here, the Exiles, but Trash wasn't about to decline their only ally's invitation due to the fact there would be enemies here. The Dark Dynasty knew it had been a risky move allying with them but they had accepted that risk. Good thing Trash wasn't about to start a war on someone else's property, hm? This was a peaceful, joyous event and they would all be on their best behavior or suffer the consequences at home. The muddy-brown chihuahua joined the soirée, noticing Dread to his right and with a shrug he padded closer. He'd sit beside the massive male in silence for a few moments, Tiffany blue hues sweeping over the gathered guests. "You'll give yourself a permanent wrinkle frowning like that," he finally spoke to Dread and finally turned his gaze on him, a small smile on his adorable little maw. "I double-dog-dare you to talk to someone you don't know. Bet'cha even like it," he'd say with a wink of one of those big, Tiffany blue eyes before he got to his paws to mingle a little more. He wondered if he'd see a ghost from his past, though that wasn't very likely.

One positive: another ally event meant more diplomacy and getting this place's act together.

Two negatives: another ally event meant people. People meant Exilers.

However, Zeppelin was able to put on a polite face, go into his diplomatic voice, and ignore it. Or at least, he could pretend to ignore it. Besides, it wasn't like the Exiles were the only ones attending the event. There were plenty of Dynastians about, and he knew that more allies would be arriving soon. It would be fine, so long as he could stick with people he didn't feel an unbounded disgust towards.

Even if Softvelvet was one of them.

The Viceroy padded over to where Leon and Ada and Vel stood, fixing a bit of his neatly groomed fur. "Agreed, this all looks great," he greeted, giving the host of the dance a nod. "I think this will be just what the Dynasty needed, don't you agree?"

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Being able to stretch his legs was both a blessing and a curse.

On one hand, Poison's muscles ached by the time his Clan reached the Velu Forest. On the other hand, getting a change of scenery was exactly what he needed. Even if the smell of Exiler permeated the scene, he was able to keep his fur flat for a time simply because he was so glad to be off of Delos. The place got so damn old after a while. The Commander followed a few paces behind his son, nodding to the one who had sent them the invitation, once he caught sight of him. "Hey, thanks for the invitation. Partypoison of ColouredClan."

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Dread was right — Crims did enjoy these gatherings. He was a social creature, perhaps because he didn't have the luxury of people-watching. Eavesdropping, sure, but people seem to react to that even more poorly than they do to people staring at them. So many secrets these days; he wonders what he'll hear here. Probably nothing, with how careful and closed off everyone seems to be, but it's worth the trip anyway. For now, the blind lion navigates around the edges of the gathering, chasing the familiar scent of earth and sky. "Trash is right, you know. Didn't anyone ever tell you your face could get stuck like that?" He grins, bright eyes narrowing in on Dread's through the hood with uncanny precision. "C'mon, go say hi. It won't kill you."

Ada's attention was drawn to the one who had called her name. Miss Ada. Miss Carla. The thought jumped into her head only because the one who had spoken it was Fireflycub, someone she was familiar with in both of her forms. Ada from the Dark Dynasty. Carla from the Sanguine Ruins. Good thing the child had yet to catch on. Good thing everyone had yet to catch on. "Firefly, glad you could make it." The panther said with a smile. Someone said that she was good with children, but Ada would have disagreed.

The woman came strolling in and paused. Ears perked and eyes calm. this was, impressive. She liked it. Settling at the back, she would offer a soft, though nervous, smile. "Thank you for inviting the Heights."

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