Sub-Plot 02 [::] Celebrating the Darkness
Second Sub-Plot
Everyone
She's like the wind through my tree,
She rides the night next to me
She leads me through moonlight
Only to burn me with the sun
She's taken my heart
But she doesn't know what she's done
Heat no longer dwindled in the atmosphere, beckoning the perspiration to come crawling out the pores of the flesh. Those few days that heat had been so unbearable that people through himself or herself off a bridge just for a little cool air had been the turning point in the weather. The breeze was beginning to come chilly to the point of not needing the air conditioners that were positioned in many loft’s windows. It was a sure sign that autumn was close on its way; ready to offer up its moments of apple cider, changing leaves, and colder nights that’d need protection from turtlenecks and jeans. With autumn came harvest, but more important to werewolves and vampires a like, the time to give respect and blessings to that of the moon. It was a ceremonial tradition that happened every year the first week of September to give respect to the lunar cycle, a natural experience in nature that played a very important roll in both of their evolutions. Moon, what a cunning mistress.
Feel her breath on my face
Her body close to me
Can't look in her eyes
She's out of my league
Just a fool to believe
I have anything she needs
She's like the wind
By daylight they carried on with their lives, rather it was tearing out the necks of others or reading in the dark or drinking in the background, each loathing the other with such fiery passion that no piece of artwork would be able to capture it, but by night they came together in a simple celebration. It had been where both species celebrated separately, doing what they wanted when they pleased, but the elders of both species felt that they should take to celebrate such a special time of both of their lives together; a horrible form of a Thanksgiving. Traditions have been added and lost through the centuries to the point where it was difficult to keep up anymore. Where the ceremony was held changed each year. It started on the Vorace pack, then to the Meutrier coven, on to the Courroucé pack, and lastly to the Sanguinaire coven. The year had come where the ceremonial ball would be held at Courroucé territory.
I look in the mirror and all I see
Is a young old man with only a dream
Am I just fooling myself
That she'll stop the pain
Living without her
I'd go insane
The night would start out on the beach under satin tents with the stars as visible as pearls. The men and women dressed up as much as they wanted too, not all of them wanting to uphold the tradition of fancy corset gowns or tuxes. Some of them liked the aspect of being neutral for a whole week out of the year to praise Mistress Moon so took precious time matching bouteniers to the color of their ties or their high heels to the sequence of a dress. It was such a galant party that it continuously lasted two days and two nights. Tables were lined with food that would satisfy the most savage of beasts and any savage that didn’t unleash the beast. A few even took time out of their busy schedules to ask for a date, a rare one even bold enough to ask outside of their coven or pack, the only time it seemed truly exceptable. They were all going their to praise the same thing, to be as peaceful as possible, and to remember the ancestors that hadn’t made eternity.
Feel her breath on my face
Her body close to me
Can't look in her eyes
She's out of my league
Just a fool to believe
I have anything she needs
She's like the wind
The Courroucé are the ones responsible if anything goes down on their turf, but everything has run smoothly for years now, so little is worried about except for spats between lovers or the urge to kill the other. It’s a banquet with dancing, music, desire, and hate. Beneath those pearly stars, at 2:03 in the morning, the wolves turn into their wolfish selves to howl to the sky to go off and hunt together, or atleast those that choose to, while the vampires sacrifice a human. It was the only time where both weren’t allowed to attack the other for their beliefs. Everybody’s on edge, but so relaxed that it’s just a good night of drunken rouses, gowns, and a ceremony. But what would happen this year? Would death ensue? Or would things be admitted that they shouldn’t have. Only time could tell when the Delcota Ball turned savages into queens and kings.
I feel your breath on my face
Your body close to me
Can't look in your eyes
Your out of my league
Just a fool to believe
(Just a fool to believe)
She's like the wind
(Just a fool)
Just a (to believe) fool to believe
(She's like the wind)
Just a fool to beleive
(Just a fool to believe)
She's like the wind
She's like the wind
It’s a pretty vague sub-plot really. Nothings set in stone so anything can pretty much happen. It was a little bit of a background of the ball. It’s basically to celebrate the lunar cycle and we needed something to do for all of us, so there you have it, the Delcota Ball. It’ll start around August 27th and last for a couple of weeks. Even though it’s lasting a couple of weeks, it’ll be about a couple of days in that length of time. I went for something classy, but it doesn’t mean you have too. It’s just something fun. If you want any sub-sub-plots, then talk to it with other members. The balls just a huge lavish banquet with luxuries fit for vampires or werewolves. Sorry if I forgot anything!
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