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⧏ anuyautaitchuk ⧐ - Kukutux - April 20, 2025


the wedding of arrluk & ajei has begun! this thread is for ajei, arrluk, aiolos, & kukutux (no posting order) everyone else, please feel free to start other threads in firefly glen responding to the ceremony and the feast afterward (& in the titles i encourage folks to put [wp] for wedding party or [ce] for celebration or something else which defines the threads) set for the evening of april 20th

Aiolos Rodyn @Agana @Sinnatomak @Mojag @Sobeille @Treepie Alaric @Glaûkos @Pala Ludovicus (@Valiant @Vairë @Ponderosa Raindrop @Ipiktok)

ajei had not wished a large wedding, and so kukutux put away her own thoughts of a celebration to host all those roundabout. it was what was desired by this future daughter of her hearth; instead moonwoman sent away for hunters to the sea and gathered the marine wealth which rodyn had brought unto moonglow.

the glen was familiar, a place of celebration, of familial tradition, of importance to these moonwolves still remaining.

upon beds of moss, many varieties of freshwater and saltwater fish had been arranged, along with the tender flesh of otter, raccoon, deer-fawn, and elk. likewise, many salted eggs of the marine sort were piled in rich display alongside tumblings of rich fat and new berries.

an altar was placed in in the glen, resplendent with ivory, elk teeth, and the trappings of aged furs used once to transport sacred objects. for @Ajei she placed a stone shaped vaguely as a star, and for @Arrluk, a coil of bone taken from some sacred creature of the depth. sky and sea and moon, glowing with harmonious light as always these young wolves had felt toward one another.

gifts would be piled beside the altar. moonwoman added her own first: three velvet otterhides, a wrap of fine swans'-down laid to dry amid powdered lavender, and as ever, a small stack of soft leather pieces, babies'-swaddling.

nightfall was cool, punctuated by soft laughter and the glittering of gathered fireflies, which winged to and fro among the participants. when kukutux was able to draw ajei aside, she marked them both in the blood of a hare, down one's muzzle and across the chin as well: protection against the powerful spirits who gathered to watch a union be spoken into existence.

firemother's leaves, strewn upon the path where the two might walk; in starlight the crimson held a flame-licked gleam which illuminated the joy there in the glen.

"we gather for a daughter of moonglow, ajei shikobasdaughter, and for a son of moonglow, arrluk nuiruk."

bittersweet! to have a second wedding and at last a son married; bittersweet, to see the absence of many faces that should have been here but who Sedna had called away.

"arrluk has given to sun man and to moonwoman the bride price which was asked. his strength has spilled blood. his power has showed might. and for her, and with her, he has built a love which has grown in many years. he is accepted, and we see that her heart too has made a place for him to live."

the words were much the same; kukutux all but sang them out, for her heart rejoiced, for those who had come before were praised in this.

so soft her heart as she looked between arrluk and ajei, to sun man, to those watchful faces.

"here we are one people. speak to one another. in this place and this moment, you are both and you are neither. a man and a woman, seen before all those spirits of nuiruk."

deer fat, offered again, its rich melt tempting to whatever words of love might follow.

kukutux did not veil the tears of pride which raced down her alabastrine face, nor did she push away the heavy breath of grieving wind that no sisters stood forth to see their brother admitted into matrimony.

today was for ajei, and moonwoman watched the girl she loved so greatly with a silent and waiting fondness.



RE: ⧏ anuyautaitchuk ⧐ - Aiolos - April 20, 2025

Another wedding. Aiolos felt there should have been more. Yet some were stolen from them before their time, others had been whisked away by their chosen and their lifestyles. Aiolos wondered if soon Callyope might return to them, heavily grandchildren at her heels... 

At the pile made for gifts, Aiolos settles down a large conch and turtle shell. Arrluk was the first of their sons to be wed. At least that the parents were aware of. No other siblings of his were gathered to see the ceremony, to celebrate their after. Not even Sialuk, who was one of the most steadfast of them all. 

Bittersweet it was, indeed. He smiles weakly to his wife and when the final words were said, Aiolos raises his voice in song for the bounded pair of star and moon.


RE: ⧏ anuyautaitchuk ⧐ - Arrluk - April 20, 2025

Arrluk and Ajei were never the type of wolves to chase the sun. To bask in the light of day and to shine brightly in the crowd of others. Ajei was soft and sweet. Arrluk was humble and calm. While others might claim the spot of brilliant flowers reaching out to the sky, this pair instead were the sturdy roots, holding up the weight of those above with endurance and resolution. 

Their wedding would hold a theme that resembled those which it honored. A humble little gathering, made so by members of moontribes and blood of Nuiruk alone. Moonwoman was only rightfully so the one to take position as wedding planner. She had done it so many times, there would have been no other their pair would trust it to. In the coming days it was good to see her busy at work and Arrluk stayed far out of it, excited for it to be everything Ajei had hoped for. 

And it was a beautiful sight to behold indeed. In the open and quiet of the glen. The night shown Moon Mother brightly. Fireflies danced in twilight hours. A feast spread for their little gathering of both land and sea, salt and springs and gifts too, laid at the alter for the pair that would be bound this night. 

Arrluk walked the path of firemother and stood at the ready upon the alter of horn and bone. His smile shown brightly at the sight of Ajei as she made her arrival, painted in ceremonial blood and adorn with sweet smelling flora. 

The words were said and two were now one

Arrluk lifts a white toed paw, to move it down the bride of Ajei's nose painted with blood. He then touches his bloodied paw to the white of his neck. I am yours and you are mine. From this day until our end of days. 

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RE: ⧏ anuyautaitchuk ⧐ - Ajei - April 21, 2025

Ajei had been asked and it was not fanfare she sought. It was merely the presence of those she cared about and loved. She hoped her brother @Mojag would come. But she also knew as a trader he may not make it. And that was okay. As long as he returned eventually healthy and whole.

The wedding was beautiful, limed in moonlight and a gentle bittersweetness that Ajei had learned to live with. So many faces that should be here were not, even her mother. Who she missed above all others.

She laid her own gifts for Arrluk. The deer hide she had caught with his father and then that she had carefully cared for and cleaned. Leaving it soft and supple for him. Small brace of fish she jad dried and cured. And an otter skin. For what she did not know, but it felt important for Arrluk knew of her reverance of otters.

She walked among the leaves of firemother. Their soft feel beneath her paw. Green gaze on the dearest of her heart. And it was fit to burst. She kept her gaze on him steady for the nerves that threatened to overtake her. Not for lack if love, merely for the gathering.

Words spoken and new harmony was wrought. New love forged. New roots put down. She returned the gesture and a small smile. Echoing his words.

I am yours and you are mine. May we always find a river to escape to and fish together. the last part she added quietly to him.


RE: ⧏ anuyautaitchuk ⧐ - Rodyn - April 21, 2025

Rodyn had not made it in time to drop hia gift off before the wedding. It had taken him some time to unearth the large Elk skin that he would give to the new budding family.

He watched with a dull ache in his heart. Samani hadn't had a chance at this. Perhaps that was why the troubles happened and yet he was glad for the young brother. And Ajei daughter of the woman he had also called mother. Even if it were only in heart.

cameo for now



RE: ⧏ anuyautaitchuk ⧐ - Agana - April 22, 2025

Agana stood at the edge of the gathering, half-wrapped in shadow where the low sun filtered through the evergreens. The voices of celebration swelled like a tide around her, joyous, familial, warm, but she remained still, poised like a statue carved from pale stone. Her gaze found Arrluk easily, pride in every step he took, and then Ajei beside him, radiant. She smiled, truly and softly, for them.
But it ached. Not for what she lacked, no; she had long learned not to wish for other lives. But standing here, watching the moonwomans son take a mate with the eyes of a man grown and the spirit of his lineage in him… it stirred something quiet in her. Something that curled beneath her ribs like an old flame flickering in the cold.
She had watched from afar; always from afar. A breath, slow and steady; she bowed her head, a gesture of respect, of blessing. And then her eyes, briefly, wandered through the crowd, skimming over laughter and warmth until they caught the familiar silhouette of flame; Aiolos. Her breath hitched, but she did not let herself meet his gaze. Instead, her attention shifted, gliding over the mated pair in a silent offering of grace, then pausing upon the moonwoman. Still, Agana did not move, her posture poised and unmoving, as if carved from the very silence she kept.