Firefly Glen tânsittut ≊

this is all welcome to any interested parties! anyone can join! the ones im tagging are eligible bachelors and the ones in moonglow who have talked about marrying! this is a love-meeting ceremony, like a wolf singles mixer >D kuku will *not* be participating or even present once wolves start to arrive, but she will remain in earshot! as usual, no pressure to join!

kukutux came to the place of fireflies she had long loved.

it was time for the spirits of good things to return to this place.

and so she danced a step! then another! aya! she had set down her pelts and dried meats, and knew the others of her village would also bring other such things.

to trade.

to show.

moonwoman filled herself with the greening energy. she called for @Sialuk, for @Nasamik, for vairë (@Bahiti).

come daughters of sedna!

and then her call twined out, playful and beckoning. for the man @Aatrox, for the one called @Rhaegal, for @Tybault.

only the seaside man knew of moonwoman's intent. and she not given the name of her deer-spirit-girl to any of these hunters.

to add intrigue, she summoned the playful, wild seal-hunter man chakliux.

come, sons of the earth and air!

and then her call spread, widening a net for those hunters who might come closer if they did not yet approach the village... (@Kannoyak, @Alaric ;D)

but the duck would not stay. she would allow the drumbeats of hot blood beneath a great pregnant moon to mark the choices made this evening.

to each of the younger women, she offered a winding of green-sedge and rabbitfur, a dancing decoration.

and as the first came, kukutux smiled mischievously and melted into the darkness, returning to moonglow.

Approaching with a poised posture and a steady pace, she came to where Kukutux had called for her.

But in the call, she knew she was the only summoned. Though, she had been the first to arrive.

Unsure entirely what this meant, Nasamik simply sat in wait, a pale rabbit fur clung tight around her shoulders. Somewhere in her stomach, butterflies danced. She could not say why, but did her best to ignore the feeling.

Others will come soon, she reminded herself. 

So, to prepare, she sat taller, eyes warm and searching for who may show next.

A call by name. The dark furred man moved forward. Green eyes on the many wolves in attendance. Why was he here?

Not that he minded, but well. He wasn't sure what was going on. A impish smile beneath laughing eyes he would greet all who came in. Learn their names and share his own. He was a story teller by trade this was his bread and butter. He knew how to work a room.

anyone is free to tag sialuk into a spin-off thread!

Annaa left them to their own devices, and a smile grew on Sialuk. She knew what this was meant to be, and her heart leapt at the chance to meet with hunters. Some for the first time, and some whose faces she already knew. She arrived soon after the call and tossed one of the rabbit furs across her shoulders. With the circle of green-sedge, she nosed and flung her head back so that it became a necklace gracing her collarbones.

Sialuk went first to the woman who sat quietly. You will be sought after by many, she said so that no others would hear. Alaric arrived only a moment after, and Sialuk waved her tail at him. Perhaps he had decided not to seek his sister after all, though the raindrop knew this was merely a casual event meant to bring solo hearts together.

It is good to see your face again, Alaric.

It was not common for Glaukos to be situated outside of Mereo, but from time to time his missions placed him far from the battlements and in that way, his occasional sense of wanderlust was satiated. Perhaps Germanicus knew of this — more likely than that, the general saw the value of having scouts in the further reaches. The man had proven himself time and again to Mereo and was given more freedoms as a result.

When the call sounded, it was a voice that Glaukos thought he recognized. By this point in his life the witch was far from his mind and memory; but he was curious, because that voice tugged at something he had not felt unearthed in some time. As he entered the glen he thought of Avicus for the first time also, in what felt like a lifetime — but all such thoughts ceased to be soon enough, as he caught upon the wind many gathering scents.

It was as if someone had summoned a storm of wolves to these woods. As the warrior moved through the shadows, bear-like and burly, he could not keep himself well hidden; neither could the others, with their gossamer coats and bright eyes. He counted two already, and felt the nape of his neck begin to bristle.

What was this? A call to arms?

When the doe came, she was dancing.

Braided into her pelage was dried flowers, lilacs and the long stems of cattails tangled in the fur of her legs, falling behind her like a swallow. In that moment, she was not doe, she was bird, and she came with laughter on her breath and song ready upon her tongue.

The spirits had prepared her for this. For tonight, she assured, her husband would come to her, be it salt shore man, seal hunter, raven talker, sister seeker, any and all she could meet tonight she would. And, at the end of it, she would find someone.

The doe assured herself of this as she came, long strided trot carrying her fast into the glen. The rabbit pelt she had been given spun around her shoulders, dark as midnight. The eyes like river stones twinkled on her sharp facial features.

Tonight, Vairë felt wild. And it showed in every step she took, dancing on light feet.

chakliux came with delight and a proud step. in the grand light of the moon he showed his hunters'-marks.
there was nasamik, on whom he lingered in pleasure. and then the hawk-eyed woman who had hunted with them. his eyes were bright upon her.
and then a vision of deer snow woman came! chakliux gawked and against he asked himself, were all the women so beautiful! 
and when she moved in a dance, the seal hunter man came alive. he whooped and leapt, and began to dance daring steps in a tight arc, showing his hard body, his scars, his strength, his endurance.
the moon bathed him. loveliness blossomed all around.

The white hunter was summoned by a woman’s voice on the cold air. Kannoyak returned the call with a deep howl of his own. It told the stranger that he would come, that he would hasten to answer her summons.

As the pale figure strode into view, his plum gaze settled on a familiar figure – another white hunter. Kannoyak nodded his head to Chakliux. It was good to see him again. Their hunt had been fulfilling and had showed promise in the wolves of these lands. There was potential with the wolves of this village, or so he thought.

Kannoyak remained distant. He did not draw close, yet. The plum of his eyes found the pale woman with sharp eyes – Sialuk. She had also hunted with them. It was good to see familiar faces.

the call rises for him and knowing what it means, rhaegal wastes no time making his way to the place where the moonwoman's call rose.

what he finds when he arrives — besides the fact that he's late — is that it's not a one on one meeting like he'd anticipated but a party.

there are several women and several men.

confusion hits him and his torn ear twitches, drawing a small cringe to his lips. the wounds are healing but still in that delicate stage in which they could easily be disturbed and reopened.

he's not at his best; not what he'd call a great contender at the moment.

but he joins the fray, golden gaze taking in the sight of the wolves that have gathered: not a single one of them striking the sveijarn as familiar.

Void approaches, interested this year more than last, to see how his breeding times will go. Last year he was a ruthless rogue, trying to threaten and force females to breed with him. This year he was a more mature, and a wolf of a pack. Perhaps the females of Moonglow would be interested to 'dance' with him.

Void is open to breed with any/all wolves! Moonglow or not (: