Posts by - AQUILA

Aquila's ears perked as soon as he heard Ashina say "name and business". He racked his brain for an answer before stating it out loud. "My name is Aquila. I am here from Stormclan to ask about our alliance and to talk about where we stand war-wise," he nodded, silently sighing when he finished. "Is anyone of leadership around that I can discuss this with?"

Aquila watched the approaching NPC warily, his orange eyes glaring hardly at them. He didn't feel up to taking his hood off, bor did he want paintbrushes jammed in his face, but he had to do it. It would come off anyway, so he would try to grin and bear it. Aquila sat down and waited until the last minute he could to take his hood off. The fox sat there, his leg shaking, as he watched the NPC set up the paint. Aquila tried to sit as still as possible, but flinched the second the paintbrush touched his face. Well, this was going to take a while. He sighed.

On one table, Aquila set out supplies; knives, bowls, markers, paint, and pictures of sugar skulls for reference. At another table, he had chairs, which were hopefully enough for everybody. Next to the supply table was a large array of pumpkins; some were your standard orange, and others were white. He even hollowed some out just in case someone didn't want to touch the innards. Aquila set the last pumpkin down on the pile, a bit of a headache forming on his temples. Telekinesis had that affect on the fox, but he knew it would go away in a couple of minutes. He then sat down at the head of the table and waited for onlookers to see what he had to offer for the Day of the Dead party.

Aquila wasn't sure why he offered himself to do this part of Dia de los Muertos. He had a hard time when it came to death. His father and two brothers had passed away only a few months ago. Ever since then, Aquila's life hadn't ever been the same. He supposed it was about time to stop pushing his past away and start accepting it.

Aquila was working with everyone's altars on this project. He made sure he moved them as carefully as possible. Luckily, nothing broke or fell off. On a table, there was a huge array of offerings, some of them you could even make yourself. Pumpkin seeds, various alcoholic beverages, wooden dog statuettes, pan de muertos, and sugar skulls were all options to use as offerings. Also, Aquila added various craft supplies in addition to the traditional offerings so you could make whatever you wanted as an offering. The sugar skulls had pipettes of various icing around them, indicating that they were able to be personally decorated. Aquila was working on one himself, piping green icing in floral patterns near the eyes of the skull, as he waited for people to arrive.

Aquila examined all the foods lying out in front of him. Everything smelled so amazing. He hadn't seen so much food in his whole life. However, none of the styles of food was anything he was used to. Rabbit and chicken cooked with basil and thin sliced sausages wrapped with cheese were his favorites from Italy, and he saw that the food that was being served was much more American. Regardless, he took a piece of chicken and began to mingle with his clanmates. He first saw Wister eating a piece of roast beef and decided to go over to the owlet. She was the one who made the pan de muertos, right? He had to admit, she did a pretty good job. "Hey," he began in an attempt to get Wister's attention. "You did a very nice job on the pan de muertos," the fox smiled at her.

A mask over face paint would've been a disaster, so it was a good thing the fox washed it off as quickly as he did before participating in the next activity. He had also put the hood up on his cape as soon as he was able before he arrived. The fox chose a few colored markers and a blank mask before starting to color. He wasn't making a skeleton mask either, more like something from Carnevale. Of course, it wasn't very skillfully made, but it was good enough for his taste. As he was coloring, he took a glance around to see what everyone else was making before saying something to end the silence. "Your masks all look so... cool," he hesitated on his last word just because he didn't know if that was the right context, but he supposed it was fine. Hopefully he didn't sound too rude, though.

Aquila looked towards Gareth, the fox observing his multiple tails. How strange. He had never seen anything like him before. He nodded at the catsune's statement about Suga before setting eyes on the commander himself.

Yeah, Suga looked like what Aquila pictured a commander to be. And four wings... holy shit. Aquila could definitely say that he was both intimidated and jealous of the guy. Aquila listened to what he had to say with intent, trying to absorb every word before replying. "I understand," Aquila nodded. It wouldn't make sense to be allies with someone who is an enemy, and Aquila respected that. "And, of course, we will still be on friendly terms," he added. As far as he was concerned, Stormclan wasn't planning on starting a war anytime soon, so there would be no problems with that. To Suga's last request, Aquila perked his ears. Now, free food was something quite appealing to the fox, but he didn't really feel like he should. "No thanks. I'll be alright." He hoped that wouldn't offend any of the clan members, but Aquila simply didn't feel interested.

Would he sound like an idiot if he told the owl that he had never eaten half the food on the table in his lifetime? He definitely hoped not. He was struck with instant regret, and maybe trying to get to know his clanmates more wasn't the best idea. After some inner conflict, the fox decided to simply tell the owl chick his truth. "Well, truthfully, I've never eaten this kind of stuff." He tried to make his answer clear enough so Wisteria didn't ask any more questions, but mysterious enough that he didn't reveal anything about his background. However, children were quite curious, so it was probably inevitable.

Aquila's ears swiveled in Wisteria's direction as he colored a red, upside-down heart where his nose was supposed to go. In truth, Aquila never really thought about his favorite color. Maybe black because it blended in so well, or maybe gold because, well, it looked cool. And, in his eyes, more gold meant you have more power. Yes, black and gold sounded good, so that's what he said. "I like black and... uh..." Of course. He couldn't remember what the word for gold was. He quickly tried to look for a gold marker that he could reference, but he couldn't. Damn. "It's... yellow but more metal-like," he described.

"Hi, Rose," the fox said one he saw the spirit arrive. His eyes turned to what she was offering. They seemed a bit strange to Aquila, but it was probably because he didn't understand. He then looked towards Wister, who seemed a bit uncomfortable with what was going on. He wished he didn't know about death at her age, but it was inevitable from where he came from. He was usually just told that they went up to the sky with God, and he still believed that was so. If that was true though he had no clue. A small grin formed on his face when he noticed Wister finally deciding to join in.

When people say Italians are good at cooking, well, that was quite true in Aquila's case. it was kind of like his secret genius. He never tried it but somehow did wonderfully every time he had to. So, when he arrived to a flour-covered kitchen, he was quite shocked. "What happened in here?" he asked, shaking some of the white powder off of his paws. He then smelled the dough, and remembered one of the events for Dia de los Muertos that involved bread. "I can help you as well," he told Wister. To him, bread was easy enough to make. It was never something you could buy unless you were rich, so he always had to make it.