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Lupercalia Festival
The Festival (February 15th) CLOSED TO WEREWOLVES AND EAST END ALLIES
James has been anxiously anticipating this holiday ever since last year. Not out of excitement. But terror instead. Ever since their Alpha's abandonment of the pack, James has been steadily rising in the pack's esteem as the next potential Alpha and it has not been easy to do so. Greenwich went over well with the pack and he was hoping the good will from the territory claim would allow him some liberties with this festival but... as it is, he's afraid of falling out of their good graces.
Lupercalia is about change. Growing up and sacrifice are the themes but it's a surprisingly jovial holiday for anyone who has grown up with the tradition. James is not one of those few but he wouldn't dare try to change things too much.
For those that have been waiting to activate their curses; those that would oppose or hunt werewolves have been gathered and held for the express purpose of killing them. Up until now, they have been well taken care of and even before their death they're plied with drink and food and generally they're too drunk to fight back. It's considered good manners to make sure they're well fed and plenty sloshed before being killed.
Vampire allies, the few humans involved in the organization of the rave and werewolf hunters are all game. Traditionally, the elderly of the pack would be included in the list of sacrifices. Especially those directly related to the young wolves who are activated their curses, in the belief that the closer relation would be better for the sacrifice. In the interest of modernizing an already bloody holiday, James has arranged it so that is off the table. The move hasn't gone over well with the more conservative and traditional pack members, which makes James even less likely to step on toes today.
The activation of ones curse is considered to be a highly intimate moment and in the interest of keeping it more private, the sacrifices are taking place inside the house. When the time comes those with inactivated curses are ushered inside along with their sacrifice and they're left alone to complete it together.
Once the new werewolf emerges, they're integrated back into the festivities as a full fledged member of the pack.
The festival is also meant to honor those who have activated their curse since the last festival. And for just one night they're treated like kings and queens. (It isn't exactly kosher for women to activate their curses as natural born werewolves are hard to come by, but should it happen they are not frowned on).
Games, food and dancing are accessible to anyone who is eligible to attend. In the interest of safety the festival is being held in the courtyard of a beautiful home - some say it belongs to one of the oldest members of the pack, but no one is really sure - and there is enough security to ensure that only those that belong are present. Allies of the pack are welcomed just as easily as werewolves might be but if you're a vampire or even remotely smell like one you'll be getting grilled before being allowed in.
Wake (February 16th-17th) OPEN
In honor of the dead and their sacrifice (willing or not) James has elected to have there be a wake of sorts after the festival. It's in the same courtyard as the festival was but it's far more upbeat than any wake was thought to be, thanks to the liberal amount of alcohol and food. But should one wish to pay their respects to the dead, there is a less frivolous corner of the courtyard that has many candles and pieces of paper meant to write good wishes to the deceased. A candle can be lit in their memory and there are a few objects strewn about that look like offerings to their memory.
This little change from the norm is teetering on not going over well with the more established families in the pack. But so far everything seems to be going swimmingly...
James has been anxiously anticipating this holiday ever since last year. Not out of excitement. But terror instead. Ever since their Alpha's abandonment of the pack, James has been steadily rising in the pack's esteem as the next potential Alpha and it has not been easy to do so. Greenwich went over well with the pack and he was hoping the good will from the territory claim would allow him some liberties with this festival but... as it is, he's afraid of falling out of their good graces.
Lupercalia is about change. Growing up and sacrifice are the themes but it's a surprisingly jovial holiday for anyone who has grown up with the tradition. James is not one of those few but he wouldn't dare try to change things too much.
For those that have been waiting to activate their curses; those that would oppose or hunt werewolves have been gathered and held for the express purpose of killing them. Up until now, they have been well taken care of and even before their death they're plied with drink and food and generally they're too drunk to fight back. It's considered good manners to make sure they're well fed and plenty sloshed before being killed.
Vampire allies, the few humans involved in the organization of the rave and werewolf hunters are all game. Traditionally, the elderly of the pack would be included in the list of sacrifices. Especially those directly related to the young wolves who are activated their curses, in the belief that the closer relation would be better for the sacrifice. In the interest of modernizing an already bloody holiday, James has arranged it so that is off the table. The move hasn't gone over well with the more conservative and traditional pack members, which makes James even less likely to step on toes today.
The activation of ones curse is considered to be a highly intimate moment and in the interest of keeping it more private, the sacrifices are taking place inside the house. When the time comes those with inactivated curses are ushered inside along with their sacrifice and they're left alone to complete it together.
Once the new werewolf emerges, they're integrated back into the festivities as a full fledged member of the pack.
The festival is also meant to honor those who have activated their curse since the last festival. And for just one night they're treated like kings and queens. (It isn't exactly kosher for women to activate their curses as natural born werewolves are hard to come by, but should it happen they are not frowned on).
Games, food and dancing are accessible to anyone who is eligible to attend. In the interest of safety the festival is being held in the courtyard of a beautiful home - some say it belongs to one of the oldest members of the pack, but no one is really sure - and there is enough security to ensure that only those that belong are present. Allies of the pack are welcomed just as easily as werewolves might be but if you're a vampire or even remotely smell like one you'll be getting grilled before being allowed in.
Wake (February 16th-17th) OPEN
In honor of the dead and their sacrifice (willing or not) James has elected to have there be a wake of sorts after the festival. It's in the same courtyard as the festival was but it's far more upbeat than any wake was thought to be, thanks to the liberal amount of alcohol and food. But should one wish to pay their respects to the dead, there is a less frivolous corner of the courtyard that has many candles and pieces of paper meant to write good wishes to the deceased. A candle can be lit in their memory and there are a few objects strewn about that look like offerings to their memory.
This little change from the norm is teetering on not going over well with the more established families in the pack. But so far everything seems to be going swimmingly...
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She's almost been killed. Spent Valentine's Day with someone. And now, on Lupercalia.
"Fuck it," she says, shrugging her thin shoulders before she walks over to him, lacing her arm with one of his and moving right up against his side. "Long as it's away from here? I'm game."
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It doesn't take long to find a nearby pub and Kyle begins pulling Skip along in that direction without a word. He wants to get shit-faced with her, have a good time, and make it home at the end of the night for all the nightmares to come. If he can manage that, the evening will have been as much of a success as he can make it.
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"Fuck Lupercalia."
It's not said loudly. Just an offer to only him.
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"Fuck werewolves," he retorts without thinking, then casually adds, "Not you, obviously."
He doesn't sound too apologetic about it. Mostly because Skip isn't actually a werewolf in his mind, more a human with a specific set of weaknesses. Not like Alex or the Russian bear or fucking James Memon. Like what kind of a name is that anyway.
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She leans against the bar just a bit, watching him. Fortune favours the bold, and she has always held to it. Worst case scenario, he blows her off. Some guys really like the upfront approach.
"Doesn' sound like such a bad idea, huh?"
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"Maybe another time," he replies finally, a little disappointed even in his own reply. Kyle turns his body to face her, leaning sideways against the bar and admiring her. "Doesn't mean we can't have some fun though."
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"A dance won' hurt, right?"
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"You know how amazing you look," he breathes into her ear, wrapping one arm loosely around her waist. Kyle tries to forget Simon and Alex and James Memon and all the stupidity of the night. Skip makes that a hell of a lot easier.
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"Never hurts t' hear it, though, luv."
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"You look damn amazing," he replies, lips pulling into a smile as he murmurs into her ear again. Kyle's arm around her tightens, bringing them closer together. In a voice stripped free of his usual posturing, almost vulnerable in its sincerity, he adds, "Thanks for coming with me."
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Not her kind of thing.
But a kiss in the middle of a club, the music pounding, and her body against his? That is her kind of thing.
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To be human.
Which is why she feeds into the kiss, lets her tongue press against his lips to draw him deeper into it all.
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He wants to see her happy. While his own mind is spinning with doubt and guilt, questions and anger, he can't find pleasure of his own for now. But it's enough to give it to her, to make sure that Skip, at least, has a good night and a happy ending before he retires and tries to sleep off his brain bursting with mixed emotions.
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"Jus' let go an' stop thinkin'."
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"I can't," he murmurs, body tensing and the hand between her legs falling away. Kyle remembers the last time he stopped thinking and let go. He ran. He ran to save himself rather than face his problems and his sister died as a result, the sister he was supposed to take care of and protect.
He sighs, the hand around her back loosening its grip as the soldier pulls away from her. It's not a blatant separation, only enough to discourage her from kissing him again right now. With a grimace, he shakes his head. "I'm sorry."
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"C'mon, luv," she murmurs, voice low and lilting. "'S wrong? You got a wife?" Not mocking, not harsh. Just asking. "I jus' wanna help. You need someone t' take care of you. Least for tonight."
After all, she just wants a fuck. And he looks good. And he knows how to touch her. And bold, too, doing that in a club.
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"It's not- I don't need this kind of help. I wanted.. I don't know what I wanted. But it's not this. Thanks, for trying." With that, he turns and, unless stopped, begins making his way through the crowd of the dance floor and back towards the bar.
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She gives a mischievous smile that says she may or may not just be joking with what comes next.
"Maybe you'll change your mind."
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"Another drink or three sounds good," he acknowledges. "And maybe. I've been told I'm stubborn as hell though."
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She can't help but admit to it. After all, she doesn't care about being considered a slut. Or easy. Or whatever someone wants to call her. She has fun, and that's what matters.
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"I can be your wingman," he offers. "Anyone look good?"
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She flashes a grin and takes the shot that was ordered. It's easy enough, certainly. She laughs a little.
"Bet I can get someone t' come over, though."
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