#◜ ╱ que. ⟩⟩ things to do during a full moon. ◞

[prerodinu]

FOX AESTHETIC

I am not a creature that was born. I am a fire that was set.

[prerodinu]

He knew that several other people of his home world had different accents, the words falling from the delectable treat in front of him. It was thick like Ief'un that he used to love to lap and lick at when he was allowed some. He was attempting to control himself, trying not to push his hips upwards, attempting to make sure that he wasn’t going to push his luck. 

Ah his Aihu opened up so quickly for him, the desire was spread across Saint’s features, his Saint’s features making him buck his hips just a little bit as if he was begging to be inside of the other. Though he stopped, hands dropping at his sides as if he wasn’t about to give Saint any more unless the other decided he was going to push and ask the Prince to be inside of him. Not without invitation. 

Never without an invitation. 

The flicker of recognition across Saint’s features. The Prince wasn’t sure if Saint understood what he was or what he was about to get into but the Prince didn’t give him anything else. He wouldn’t say much, not unless Saint asked but he could have his fun and he would have his fun. 

Until Saint asked him for mercy. 

He inhaled, taking in the smell of the Saint’s arousal and the growling feeling growing in his chest to push Saint down and rut into him like an animal. 

At the words, now not thick with that sugary feeling, he wanted to bark out a laugh, the other giving him a run for his money. He arched himself, allowing Saint to drag his nailed fingers along his skin, dipping and clawing if he so chooses too. The prince was going to allow Saint to do whatever he wanted. Touch or no touch, it was all Saint. 

Though he wanted Saint to touch, so badly. 

“No, not just for anyone, for you my Aihu. I knew potentially I could entice you and if me doing this does then I will have made a smart decision.” He teased, nails dragging into the wall behind him, claws out as if he was going to rip out the bricks in the wall to get to Saint if he was decided to start stepping back maybe pretend he was going to run from Rarlith. 

He never tasted arousal so sweet as the one coming from the male across from him, even in the teasing sentences that were given. It was like a switch flipped, something changing in Saint’s gaze that made something in Rarlith perk up and takes notice of the slight change in sagger and demeanor. 

“Ah Aihu, will you moan my name sweetly if I tell you? Or will you think of someone else while I am inside you?” Rarlith wouldn’t like that Saint was thinking of someone else. Though Rarlith moved forward, dick still out, as if he was going to grab at Saint, he didn’t instead started close enough for Saint to feel the heat rolling off his body. 

“Rarlith Nax Xukvi Luri II, Prince Consort of Astriraruvie.” He leaned in, nails scraping against the skin of Saint’s neck as if he was going to grasp at the other. “Pleasure to be used by the Saint of Earth.” He teased yes, but the idea that the other would use him, lit a fire under his skin. He would be back for more. Back to the other to beg probably for more he knew. He didn’t mind it. Everyone feel over him in his life, to know Saint didn’t, well that was a good change of pace.

just as he watching , so too is this ❛ man ❜ observing him. so intently that it feels like hands and tingling ’pon the skin , piercing. Saint is so hyper aware of him that his gaze elicits hairs raised , visceral reaction like being watched by something or someone that rang a few bells. Saint was strange in that his warning bells were askewed , added plenty to his current arousal watching him stroke himself out in the open as he is.

that word makes yet another appearance , and he is still as charmed by it as he had been just moments ago. Saint is fighting to swim up from the current sweeping him violently under this haze where he is so very sure that this man could talk him through one of the meanest , strongest , leg shaking end he's probably ever had from such simple play. all because that voice , he liked his voice almost so much that he closed his eyes once more to listen , to gather himself. his face is so hot , he can feel his ears burn from such a deep flush.

❛❛ ya ain't tole me yer name yet. how ’m I s’posed to say suhmn’ I ain't been told ? ❜❜ his accent is so thick , wading through molasses ’n syrup his voice drawls deep and a bit rapsy , breakin’ just a bit that he gotta clear it. just the mention of his lips gets ’em twitchin’ ’til they spread in such an amused , proud little quirk of the lips. he liked to hear that he thought his mouth pretty. lids flutter open , and fall low over red hues as he watched his hand move so achingly slow from root to tip along what seemed to be a long , thick shaft. he licked along the seam of his lip in observance of such raw pleasure ’fore him. he was handsome , especially when he hissed and allowed his head to lull back in observance of such delicious delight.

there is somethin’ dangerous ’bout listenin’ to that mouth curse just like that , it almost doesn't quite fit and that's what makes it stand out. already is his voice such a turn on , but so is his decidedly small pocket of foul language. the words alone have him baring down against another wave of hot , liquid horny pouring hot ’n heavy in his gut. he spoke it into existence and now Saint's entrenched in visions of him just as he is now . that head rolling back , while Saint parted his cheek so he could see his hips working to take him for all he's got and extra. there was no scenario where Saint laid back and took his lick. it wasn't him. he enjoyed teasing the whinin’ of his hips sensually along the length provided him , and he liked to think it was a nice sight just as much as it felt so good to be speared open wide on a thick length.

that growl , yet another sound he likes. he'd like to hear it when he purposely went to far with his teasing and only fucked the glans of his tips. he imagined he'd growl just. like. that. ’fore he got fed up and drove himself deeper in his vice. he hadn't realized such strong , sudden arousal was causing him to chew his bottom lip without thinkin’. his thumb pressed to plump , abused lips makes them tingle. teeth release his lip without any fight at all against it. he was memorized by the feel of his skin against saliva slicked lips.

watching such a long , strangely colored tongue slip from his mouth should have been a turn-off even if for a moment from being startled. however , the little dots connected quick enough how sobered he is for but a moment. he is still incredibly , incredibly into it. if anything , he's even more so. there's just a moment that clicks in what hos perceptions have been telling him. he simply believes he's dealing with another supernatural , not necessarily an alien but not too dissimilar. it made sense the noises he made , how easily that tongue caressed what could have been a complex sounding word. he understands , or he thinks he does anyway. Saint doesn't care.

watching that tongue slither down passed his jaw , all he can think about is something so loose , wet , and talented writhing around inside of him. by the feel of it licking along his lip , collecting his own saliva left from him licking and biting his lips , it was definitely a new texture to him. it's not so rough that it feels unpleasant , and it's a bit more firm than the movement suggests , but soft licking so sweetly along the impressions his teeth made.

dazed , he listened to him groan after licking away at his lips and his saliva that he couldn't help his own pleasure thinking he quite liked the way Saint tasted. there should maybe be a cursory thought toward that being literal , but Saint is unconcerned. he never is. he'd only ask that he groaned just like that when he chose to take a bite. that's his fucked up sense brought about by not being able to properly die , why would he care if he took a bite ? he'll come right back ( even if fully eaten ). and by the way his hips are giving such cute thrusts , Saint wanted to see his dick free on the open and thrusting just like that into the open air , desperate for something to touch it. desperate for Saint to give him pleasure. he wondered if he'd ever had to beg a day in his life , and he almost wanted to make that happen.

that hunger , there was a switch of the gears here from being swooned and seduced to wanting to watch this man struggle trying to entice him into relieving his pent up arousal. Saint reached out to touch the very edge of his pants , brushing his abdomen with his knuckles and dipping the edge of his nail point into his pants. ❛❛ look at ya shamelessly exposin’ yerself to the public , thrustin’ your hips ’round this desperately. bean tryna entice me from the beginin’ , but I don't hear no pleadin’. ain't even introduced yerself , but ya think your name deserves to be spoken out loud. how presumptuous. is this even for me ? or are ya excited to be outside exposin’ dick ? ❜❜

he's hit his stride , ruby gaze heated and showing all that fire behind his amused smile. bratty little Saint that could order the highest being to bark with no thought toward the consequences and still feel like a bad botch when he received punishment. he loved each and ever teeter of that game. punishment was but a reward when he loved it , and so too , was making powerful men and women do what he said. he'd gotten soft , cute little Saint , and now , the other side wanted a chance to play.

❛❛ your name. ❜❜ he brokered no question , he demanded. and if it were to grate his nerves , he'd only poke ’n prode in that way he did. ❛❛ or am I gunna have to call you any ol’ thang that come to mind. ❜❜

[thorraborinn]

For a "neopagan" or whoever wants to follow the Nordic pantheon, which position is the "correct" one? Faithfully follow their traditions as testified by the sagas even though they contravene current customs and "calendars" or adapt it as best as possible to current times and our natural environment? Example: if the Nordics celebrated a propitiation at the end of the harvests at the end of autumn, should we do it following their autumn or ours according to latitude/longitude? I hope I was clear. Excuse my English, I use a translator

Me puedes preguntar en español a la próxima vez. No lo hablo bien pero lo leo un poco. Lamentablamente tengo que usar inglés para responder más.

I think that it would be difficult not to adapt your festival dates to local conditions. I don't think that you could insist that you're celebrating the coming of the cold and dark at vetrnætr when it is, in fact, transitioning into summer. If someone told me it were the "darkest night of the year" at 21:00 and there's still some sunlight, I think I'd have a hard time taking that person seriously.

The truth is that all of the heathen calendars that we know about from Scandinavia did adapt things for local conditions and customs, even if those differences were more minor. One of the reasons modern heathens argue so much about calendars is that they don't understand that there can be more than one heathen calendar, and they are trying to resolve differences that don't need to be resolved. For example, people fight over whether dísablót should be held in the beginning of winter or end of winter, because there are texts describing dísablót in Norway around vetrnætr, and dísaþing in Sweden when winter was almost over. There's really nothing confusing about this; there were different customs in different places (and dísaþing was not even the same type of celebration as dísablót anyway, but heathens see the word dís and cannot imagine they were independent celebrations). Yet, heathens argue over which is the "correct" date. (this also means that someone in the southern hemisphere could pick either one to model their own celebration)

Things become even more diverse when we talk about aspects of the calendar beyond the major celebrations (höfuðblót). Traditional names of the months and moons usually come from what work needs to be done or what is happening in the environment at that time of year, such as sáðtíð 'seed-time' in late April, heyannir 'hay-working' at midsummer, frermánuður 'freezing-month' in late November.

On the other hand, if someone in the southern hemisphere wanted to use the word jól to give a name to the celebration they have during the summer, and adapt the way they celebrate it to make sense with long days and hot weather (but maybe also with gift-giving, if you do that), I don't see anything wrong with that. There's nothing about the actual word jól itself that says it has to be when it's cold out. In fact, the timing of jól has already been moved as part of Scandinavian history (from January to December). Almost everyone in the northern hemisphere celebrates jól at about the same time as Christmas, for a long list of reasons, even though it was originally in January. So I couldn't blame anyone else for celebrating it at about the same time as Christmas, even when Christmas is in the summer.

There is one other change that I would make if I were in the southern hemisphere, personally. I use a lunisolar calendar with 12 or 13 months, that adjusts based on the winter solstice. The midwinter-moon is the first full moon cycle following the winter solstice. If that happens too early, then a thirteenth month is added in the middle of summer. If I were in the southern hemisphere, I would change this so that the calculation is based on the summer solstice, and I would add a month to the middle of winter. The reason is that then there would always be the same amount of months for both the northern and southern hemisphere; not sometimes 12 months in the north and 13 in the south, and the other way around. Where I live, this doesn't actually matter, because almost no heathens are using a lunisolar calendar around here, but I don't know the situation in the southern hemisphere.

So basically, I think that adjusting to local conditions makes the most sense, but since we live in a globally-interconnected world sometimes those local conditions involve being influenced by non-local conditions. I don't think that there is always one unambiguously correct way to handle this.

I hope this is helpful.

[thesims4-adventure]

Not So Berry Legacy Challenge

Generation  Two: Rose

EP. 33

After dropping Cody off at day care he decides to head back to Moonwood Mill.

Depois de deixar Cody na creche decidi voltar a Moonwood Mill.

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Could this be the answers I was looking for?

Será que era aqui que estavam as respostas que eu estava procurando?

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Is it here with these, uh, people or not, that I'm going to find myself?

É aqui com essas, hã, pessoas ou não, que eu vou me encontrar?

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Urgh! Sometimes I look like my mother!

Credo! As vezes eu pareço minha mãe!

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Before, I was worried about being a furry howling creature during a full moon, but I realized that everyone here is much more than that.

Antes eu estava preocupada em ser um bicho peludo uivante durante a lua cheia, mas percebi que todos aqui são muito mais que isso.

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And I discovered something that was really worth fighting for.

"Escolha falar pelas árvores"

E descobri algo que realmente valia a pena lutar.

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And this time I would do things right, talk it over with everyone a lot.

E dessa vez eu faria as coisas direito, conversaria bastante sobre o assunto com todos.

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At least I wasn't alone this time.

Pelo menos eu não fiquei sozinha desta vez.

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Who knows, maybe next time is even better?

Quem sabe da próxima vez não é melhor ainda?

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Thanks to everyone who participated.

Agradeci a todos que participaram.

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Better run to get Cody from daycare.

Melhor correr para pegar Cody na creche.

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This man is crazy, last time he prepared 5 dishes and didn't eat any!

"Olá , vizinha. Estou morrendo de fome. Posso assaltar sua geladeira e comer alguma coisa? Me ajude aqui, podemos sair também."

Esse homem está louco, a última vez preparou 5 pratos e não comeu nenhum!

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Finally someone will help me here!

"Incomodado pelo odor (de notar um cheiro peculiar no apartamento) Algo cheira úmido neste apartamento e está deixando os sims ansiosos."

"Claro, já que você é um inquilino regular. Vou dar uma olhada."

Finalmente alguém vai me ajudar aqui!

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It's explained, that horrible janitor is gone! And now the one who took her place is a wonderful woman.

Está explicado, aquele zelador horrível foi embora! E agora quem ficou em seu lugar é uma moça maravilhosa.

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Eu merecia uma boa noite de sono.

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Or not...

Ou não...

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[serhawkes]

MC Keeper

Name: William 'Hawkes' Hunt Age: 24 (Sun and Moon) - 26 (Life and Death) Height: 5' 10" Weight: 200lbs Skin: Caucasian Hair: Auburn, bit of an undercut. Full beard, neatly trimmed Additions: Dragon tattoo sleeves on both arms, Phoenix tattoo on upper back.

Occupation prior: Musician/lead singer (Band Name: Teenage Outlaw) Occupation currently: Keeper/Hunter-Magician Hidden Talent: Impersonation (Can sing any song in perfect tone, male/female, great for karoke wins-much to Thalia's anger at loosing)

Relationship Stats: It's Complicated Thalia, Astrid, Cressida, Davina (oddly...), Gisela (sorta...), Katia, Rachel (OC), Reyna (lotta hate sex...), Seraphina, Marcela.

Stats (Fallout Style) Strength: 7 (Knows how to throw a punch thanks to Thals.) Perception: 9 (Good with guns/picks up on the subtle things on people/surroundings.) Endurance: 9 (Has to have solid stamina to keep up with the waifus... wait...) Charisma: 10 (Suave son of a bitch he be.) Intelligence: 8 (Smart enough to pass most of the classes, and to keep up with most of the things Sera says.) Agility: 7 (Good enough to dodge a punch no and then.) Luck: 7 (Sometimes lucky, sometimes not.)

Story So Far (With changes, of course.) -Four years prior, Hawkes and his band were in a shooting during one of their preformances, leaving two of their band members dead, and the other, Rachel, in a coma. He too was shot (shoulder and rib cage) and spent the next four years in therapy and rehab, trying to get his life back in order and such. Deciding to take a road trip from Oregon to the east coast sounded like a solid, clearing of the head, idea.

That's until Astrid and her Gorgon bestie showed up. (Or rather, Sus Lord Patil.)

-Meets Cressy and Cyrus with Astrid in tow while taking a moment to collect himself. Calls both of them out for being egotisical brats with issues for being rich and such, calls Cyrus small dick, much to everyones surprise, and Cressy approval. The nickname sticks.

-Has the simulation done with both Astrid and Yakov, who finds out Hawkes is human, yet keeps mum about it.

-After shopping with Astrid, they go back to the crash site to pick up an item, a guitar that is treasured by him. Astrid eventually finds out he is the Hawkes from the band Teenage Outlaw, after much gushing, keeps quiet about it having known what happened.

-Get the suite to himself over Yakov.

-More or less gets dragged into doing a karoke night with the suite and friends, thanks to Thalia's urgings. Despite being pressured into singing by Thals, and told that he didn't have to by Astrid, he ends up playing Seventeen Going Under with his guitar in tow. Afterwards, much to people shock and amazement, he left to get some fresh air, in which Astrid let them all know who he was really and what had happened. Feeling like shit, Thals goes off to find him, finding outside the place, smoking a cigarette. He opens about what happened, his relationship with Rachel (inseperable besties, did have a thing for her even though she was more into the ladies), what he did up until now. Both admit they are interested in each other but not truly ready to commit fully, given they both have issues with personal things, but do agree to a openly casual relationship. After getting a bite to eat, they end up in his suite, where the share the bed together. In the morning, Thals goes about going for a morning wake up call, BJ style, only for Astrid to peek in and catch sight of it. -Que awkward morning/beginning of the harem afterward-

-Three weeks before Halloween, and after starting to teach Astrid and Leon how to PROPERLY cook food without burning/setting things on fire/starting a nuclear war in the kitchen, Hawkes is busy cooking dinner when Cressy walks in asking for a favor. The favor? Preform a concert to benifet the local hospital. At first, Hawkes refuses straight up, but eventually agrees on the grounds that 1: He does need the some money. And 2: It could be a good means of therapy, much as Cressy does mention.

Which comes to the slight issue of an actual band. The Band? Yakov, on drums (Heavy Metal Enthusist!). Thalia on Bass and vocals (Always wanted to be in a band!). And Gisela on guitar/violin and vocals (How she got talked into it is a mystery, likely bribery.)

However, when Hawkes asked what she was going to do in terms of ticket sales, vendors, and overhead, to not so much of a surprised, Cressy, in all her experiences with parties, had no clue. So Hawkes had to guide her about the operations of organizing a concert, getting local business's and vendors involved, while at the same time getting insync with his newish band of sorts.

The concert? Crushed it. Attendence? Sold out.

Song List: Run Away To Mars (Opener/tribute to his friend Rachel and former bandmates.) Are You Ready For Me Black Flies Piano Fire Spanish Sahara Heavy Gets Light (Duet with Thalia, much to Astrid and co. in the stands mentioning the Chemistry they have) Stay Familiar (Gisela lead singing) Black Bull When Am I Going To Lose You Seventeen Going Under Sustain/Decay Friday Night Fire Fight (Closer/went shirtless, much to Gisela's disapproval and Thalias approval)

After the concert, needing a moment to breath, Hawke's stepped outside to catch some fresh air. Thals proceeded to join him and attempted to congradulate him with a suggestive reward, which he was about to accept, when he got the phone call. His long time bestie/crush had woken up from her coma.

-Hawkes, along with Thals, go to Oregon to see Rachel. The trip isn't what Hawkes expected. Thals simply being their for morale support, oddly. They reunited, have a heartfelt moment, in which he says his current life is complicated but does plan to talk about (once he has permission to do so, expedited thanks to Sera/hints about the world he is in.)

-By winter break, Hawkes has delved into the Hunter job, working with Sera to find out about the Project, started talking about the realm of magic he is in with Rachel (who makes plans on joining him at the start of the new year there in college), and of course enjoys the lovely road trip with Thals.

-Rachel joins the suite family, bunking with Astrid. Finds outs Hawkes has a bit of a harem thing going on with most of the girls and wants in on it. Admits to maybe be interested in him as well and is willing to see how things go.

-Everything plays out normally in the end: Reyna gets captured, finds out he is a Castellan (much to Astrid's ire at first).

--Day and Night

-Instead of getting attacked on a road trip, Hawkes is in Oregon, on a mission to find a missing supernatural girl along the coast when he catches Tommie spying on him, mostly under the orders of Thals to keep watch on him and help him. Does get attacked by Werewolves though, but does end up finding the missing girl who is under the care of a witch, Morrigan, who apparently knows he's a keeper and offers to help him, semi-free of charge.

-Trip back to NMC is a road trip with Tommie, who is curious about her sisters boyfriend. Needless to say, the interest is there, but nothing happens between them. Well... something does happen: After getting back to NMC, both of them crash in his suite, with Tommie curled up onto of him. Which, of course, Thals walks in and finds her sister topless, laying onto of her future hubby, equally topless. Lets just say Thals rage quitted hard that day, but eventually found out that nothing happened.

-Makes a trip to the Castellan Family Estate, to sign papers and deal with inheritance issues. Ends up with more money to speak of, a dairy of his mothers, and a few other things. Has a bit of an arguement with Granny questioning her involvement with his mother and other things. Left of semi good terms.

-During Thanksgiving, Hawkes has Thalia, Astrid, and Katia over for the family thanksgiving. Finds out his father is dating Petrova, and brings Yakov and Gisela to the dinner. Awkwardness ensues.

-Ends up saving Reyna and her brother, at the cost of some broken ribs and dislocated shoulder. Reyna ends up under house arrest, or rather, suite arrest, staying with the suite gang given her defection and willing cooperation. Ends up bunking with Hawkes, much to Astrid/Sera's disliking. Over the next couple months, they end up having a moment with just Hawkes and Reyna chilling on the couch, having a passionate making out with clothes starting to come off when Astrid, Altair, Sera, Yakov, Gisela, and Thals walk in. You can guess how that goes...

-Having a bit of a mental crisis over his feelings and thoughts about his mother, Hawkes visits Davina during her time of rehabbing/watchings. Ends up bonding with her, despite her empathy powers. Gets more questions and doubts than answers though. Ends with them sharing the night, mostly to show Davina what it really means to feel love.

-Manages to capture Julian, and Dominic, who has sows of doubt expressed into him. And everything fallsout as expected. Having learned about Patils involvement (through Davina after another night of fun) and Celosia (went to the dinner and truth bombed), the politics of NMC are on fire.

[prerodinu]

Crow when he does sleep with someone always enjoys the soft love making the kind that alters your brain and makes you want more from someone but at the end of the day he will always leave. But those types of connections keep him going. The soul-crushing I just came so hard my whole world his changed type encounters.

[a-prekliatyvlk]

Hello and welcome to the next installment of super long fucking headcanon time with Crowley. Today we will be talking about Yule. Yule is a pagan holiday much like Christmas. Only the pack tends to celebrate it like modern day christmas and something else.

First thing’s first, the packs alter is changed out, often time’s pine needles, berries and of course mistletoe is placed upon the alter. Birch branches are also made into different ornaments and placed on the alter.  This will be done as a family. Katia and Artem will change out the alter and the rest will make ornaments and the like. Runes are carved on some of them and or made with the ornaments.

Next is the time leading up to Yule. Offering’s will be left outside for gods and goddess’s and once a week they will have a large bon fire in the back yard in which they will all burn thing’s that no longer serve them. Could be break up photos, family ties or something of the like. Its used to cleanse the space around them and sometimes the pack just likes to burn stuff for fun!

The christmas tree.

This is the MOST IMPORTANT PACK GATHERING EVER. Forget Beltane or Summer solstice. The decorating of the christmas tree is so important. If you bring someone to this party you are basically proposing marriage. No one but family is allowed and close friends. Everyone get’s a hand written invitation made by Katia (her handwriting is beautiful) And it’s sealed with Artem and Kat’s pack seal.

Everyone places a ornament on the tree until it is full. There is making orange and popcorn garland. Decorating the tree with light’s. BAKING OF COOKIES.

Of course Artem and Eva make a feast. Vincent plays the piano for song’s. Everyone starts wrapping gifts and placing them under a tree.

This is also were the pack does a secret gift exchange. Everyone had to pick a person to exchange gifts with. The gifts are then given every day until christmas. This could be small gift’s of food hand made or hand made gifts.

The process of this gift giving is also done by couples looking to court each other. Or someone looking to court another. Yule is perfect to express love and some times there is a wedding on Yule.

either way the decorating of the tree ends with a feast, Katia and Artem do not participate in the feast or anyone who wishes to do so. Every 9 years Katia and Artem go to separate places deep into the woods for 9 days and night’s to gain knowledge and honor the god’s. Not everyone of course is willing to do this but Katia and Artem keep the tradition alive. This feast is then done once more in 9 day’s and night’s once they return. This then marks every day until Yule a feast.

The pack gets together every night for a feast until Yule. then on yule they all exchange gift’s Its a long process and no one is left out.

After that everyone goes back to their normal schedule until of course New year’s in which the pack doesn’t technically celebrate New Years on the day that everyone else does but Scarlett does have a party at her club and it’s a very large party.

PSA: PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THIS IS MY LORE AND TAKING FROM DIFFERENT PLACES TO CREATE MY OWN. MY LORE MAY NOT BE THE SAME AS OTHER MUN’S AND THEIR LORE. PLEASE KEEP THIS IN MIND!!!!!

[prerodinu]

People will often ask about his scars and he gives a different story to everyone. Which always makes him seem more mysterious then he actually is. He just hates talking about his scars.

[prerodinu]

Dante was around many other creatures in his life, some not so nice and others like the pack that was nice, vampires were a source of interest to Dante because they reminded him of the Demons that hunted, both needing blood to survive and souls. A cross between a hellhound and a vampire he would have to guess. Though he never really asked what their lineage was. That was often considered rude.

"I wouldn't mind another drink." Unlike the demons, he could eat and drink he human's food and not get sick. Demons couldn't, they needed one thing and one thing only and that was blood or souls to keep them fed. Anything else would be shoved out of their body by vomit or other means. He had witnessed it once, it wasn't something that he would have enjoyed.

"I would like to try what you are drinking if you could indulge me." Dante wanted to know what it was like to drink blood. He had heard from the vampires in the pack what it was like but he always assumed they fibbed a little to make him pale a little or attempt to make him respect them. He didn't know either way.

It was saddening to hear but he understood that for the most part. Being what he is, and the many types of vampire in the world it would be easy to assume that his taste buds died with his change but… not so much. His hand guided his drink to his lips to swallow down a sharp mouthful, thumb rubbing at the glass edge as he set it down in his lap now he relaxed. "Well, that's relatable." He smiled with some sympathy upon the being before him, taking care to not let his gaze wander in their unique features. Terrifying in one breath but divine in another, since after all - all creatures of the dark held a crown of something rotten to the eye.

"But fortunately - I had a drink before having this meal so I'm more alive than I would have been without it. A little bloated from liquid, so the food was to aid in digesting." It was a wonderful flavor but - "Like yourself, it is a muted flavor, not the full power of spices or anything alike but enough for him to enjoy it to the best I can manage." After all, it would be like chewing on mushy cardboard or porridge with nothing else in it. Bland and tasteless mush in his teeth, on his tongue. Not something Jonah particularly enjoyed.

"Would you like another drink… ?"

[prerodinu]

Crow tends to actually eat in small bites, almost like picking at his food. He doesn't take large bites and always eats lots and lots of small meals. Sometimes he takes food and hides it away in case he wants it later. Which people just always find it weird when they watch him but he just has that impulse.

[prerodinu]

When Katia decides she wants to fight someone have either,

Tristian

Liam

Dacian

Artem

Or Sophia

Coming to pick her ass up and drag her away from a fight because the last thing they want is her fighting some poor human and crushing them with her thighs because she’s weird.

After the fight it’s instant friends and now you can’t get rid of her.

But she comes with a huge family who will make you food and hot people you can oogle at.

And also you need someone dead she can do that.

[prerodinu]

Katia’s mate was the hunter who took her.

She killed her mate. She ripped his throat out and ripped his head off of his body.

She will not get another mate.

It’s a hard thing to talk about but the reason that Katia know’s she won’t get another mate, not the spell that Caleb and Ava did for her but for the fact she killed her mate. She did not reject him, no matter how badly he abused her. No matter what happened to her how many wolves he made her kill.

She never de-mated him.

She however did kill him, effectively making her mateless / de-mated herself by force.

This is HUGELY frowned upon, which is a sore subject for her. One her mate abused her sure. BUT KATIA FELT SHE DESERVED IT. SHE DOES NOT FEEL BAD ABOUT KILLING HER MATE.

Katia also bit him.

He bit Katia back.

Biting is a big thing for mates. You bite to mark your claim. If you are a human obviously you can bite and mate a wolf. You have to bite to draw blood. If a bite is made under force, obviously it’s not valid.

Her bite was made while he had her drugged. She bit him during a fight to get him away from her.

This is seen as a valid mating. Even after the abuse, she could have chosen not to bite him. She could have said the words. She did not.

On top of all of this. Her mate was a HUNTER.

This is seen as a big a huge no no. So even if she wanted to be with him, even if none of the abuse happened she would have never been able to mate him because she would have been killed.

So she know’s, she knows that she will never ever get another mate. Not only was she gifted with a human mate, it was a human hunter mate, she killed him after she mated with him.

She isn’t ALLOWED another mate for her crimes. She especially believes that she deserved the abuse so that solidifies the fact she shouldn’t have another mate.

Of course no one believes what she did was a crime. No one from her pack. Though she does get iffy looks from other packs when they actually see her because she’s ALIVE. Most wolves are supposed to die when loosing your mate. She has to deal with the after affect’s of her decision every day.

Basically, Katia will not be allowed to have another mate because what she did was a crime not that most see it that way but the gods do so, she’s fucked. Though there are special cases where she might get another. That is only if it is discussed. 

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"You haven't been paying attention to me." Katia speaks, smiling wide as if she just won the lottery because she decided to be free from Loni's grip. But she just decided to place herself next to Loni rubbing her face against Loni's cheek and calming down just a little bit. "Can we get food I am hungry Loni." She was whining throwing her arms around Loni's shoulders and pulling the other close.

Loni doesn't trust this. In her gut she knows the second she lets go of the blond she's going to spew something even worse than what she had originally planned. I can't do this forever though. Sooner or later she's going to wiggle away like she always does. With that in mind the shewolf reluctantly removes her hand and drops it to her side. "Why are youse being such a brat today? Who pissed youse off?"

[prerodinu]

Me: Someone needs to kill Katia and Artems dad.

Katia in the background: Crying screaming mess for her dad because she doesn’t want to be the reason both of her parents died and knowing that they hated her because she wasn’t good enough in their eyes.

In reality: Katias mom hated her because of her mistake on cheating on her husband with someone else and her dad just hates her for not becoming what he wanted even though he put her through complete hell and will use his daughter’s need to feel praise from her parents as a weapon.

Also me: We just gonna hide that for another day.

Realistically speaking if Katia just decided to talk to someone about her trauma instead of hiding it she would be able to see her father for what he was worth which was an abuser and would probably take knowing her father was the one that sold her out to hunter’s a hell of a lot better then she would be if someone just told her.

[prerodinu]

[prerodinu]

Bunny comes from a seriously long line of women witches. They protected the land that the pack lives on and they will continue to do so. Though she doesn't actually like doing it. Her love is actually in turning people into animals and animals into people.