RP:New Horizons of an Eternal Sort

Summary: The wedding of Kasyr and Satoshi aboard the pirate ship Mutiny, followed with Satoshi's siring into a fledgeling vampire. Took place November 24th, 2009.

Wedding Invitation

Greetings, salutations, and all those wonderful little things~.

Consider this a good and proper invitation to attend the marriage of Kasyr and Satoshi. It will be held upon the vessel, Mutiny, captained by Trey. We're not requiring a formal dress code, be comfortable and prepared for fun, games, gambling, drinking, and all that wonderful whatnot.

See you on November 24th, at 1pm (Hollow time). Be there or be... dull. Or somesuch.

(And people say I can't write formal invitations. Take that!)

Also, RSVPing by November 20th would be appreciated. Don't want to run out of food, drink, et cetera.

-Sato-cat

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Aboard The Mutiny

Guests Arrive

Awne smiles happily as she walks with her husband along the dock to the ship, arm in arm with him "excited?" she grins to him.

Satoshi has hi-jacked the captain's quarters, because what girl doesn't want a big fancy room to get ready in all by herself~?

Trishtar nods with a smile "Aye...that I am. I even brought someone..." He holds up a pocket-sized mirror and winks to Awne.

Awne chuckles "oh I'm surre Maldy will be happy to view this." she looks up to the ship and the plank that leads up to the ship. She motions to it "shall we go up then? we'll be able to get good seats"

Trishtar nods and quickly takes her hand and races with her to get the best seats available at that time.

Awne eeps but follows, heeled boots clicking on the wood as they make their way up. She looks around once back on level-ish ground and looks around "wherre shall we sit?"

Trishtar hums in thought and chooses the third row, assuming there -are- rows of seats. "How about there?"

Taeme warily crests the ramp, staff held between tightly gripped slender fingers as she steps down, boarding the Mutiny. Gentle winds tear lightly at the parchment bearing her invitation clutched within the other hand. Upon one violet clad shoulder rests a rapturous bird whose feathers ruffle from time to time soothingly brushing against a delicately curved ear. Sightless hazel eyes stare ahead through runed spectacles betraying the lithe girl's blindness. Against Labyrinth, Whiskers and a giant Frost Worm she'd remained strong and nonplussed, however, the prospect of mingling with a group of strangers seems to have cowed Taeme. Tis only for Ashen's Ghost, the only name Satoshi has given her, that she comes willingly.

Satoshi has long sinced overseen the decorating of the Mutiny. What normally passes for a marauding pirate ship has been transformed into a floating ceremony hall. Streamers, lace, fabric, and magelights of white, silver, black, and gold are attached to every available surface while still somehow providing the crew with easy manueverability. Well, aside from the small mass of chairs and little altar claiming the main deck, that is. The crew just has to work around those.

Awne hums softly and nods her head "aye I think that would be verry nice." She moves to the row in question while looking around the decorations "this is beautiful isn't it Trrish?" She smiles to him while moving to a set of chairs in the third row, smoothing the matching dark blue skirt of her outfit before taking a seat, her tail shifting to the side.

Ginger rushes in and sets up a chair she'd knocked over, sitting in it and hoping no one noticed her inglorious, and late, entrance.

Ginger said to T'ots, "Sit beside me, kid, and stay sharp. Don't wanna disappoint the boss-man, even if he aint the boss-man no more."

Satoshi is taking her sweet time getting ready, so the groom doesn't end up looking terribly late or anything.

Trishtar sits next to his wife, bumping her over so she sits next to the aisle, giving her a wink. "Not as beautiful as you but yes...it looks splendid!"

Awne scoots down another chair and chuckles "thank you." she winks at him, nuzzling his shoulder lightly "I hope Miss Satoshi's alrright, I seem to rrecall being petrrofied forr ourr wedding."

Trishtar laughs as he nuzzles her with a soft purr "Oh...Im sure hes more nervous than her...trust me on that. I was sweating bullets waiting for you...."

Awne laughs and looks down the aisle "still can't believe he's getting marrrried, afterr everrything I was starrting to wonderr if he was everr going to settle down." she grins and looks back to him "glad he found someone to tame him a bit."

Taeme hesitates behind the very last row of chairs placed for this very event not wanting to intrude nor wishing to be left behind. Self-consciously she begins to berate herself for not finding something less battle weary as the eyesore she now wears. "Naught to be done." She murmurs after a gentle chastisement from the hawk via its sharpened talons squeezing lightly enough to add pressure without rending cloth or sensitive flesh beneath. Sable lashes fall veiling a blank gaze that, when lashes lift, sees as the hawk does in vary8ing shades of grey, white and black. Now able to "see" after a fashion, her hesitant steps become sure and smooth carrying her barefooted up the aisle to take the front-most seat available that has not bee reserved for another.

The Wedding Begins

Myrall edges warily up the gang plank towards the deck of this hulking bark. Looking for all the world as if she is about to attend her own execution rather than perform a wedding the dwarf closes her eyes and offers a silent prayer to her goddess before taking that final step onto the ship.

Kasyr appears, fashionably late and well dressed. Relatively. He's dressed more formally than usual, that much is certain- and yet, though his garb seems a fair fascimile of typical dress wear...it almost seems bulky. But really, the tiefling wouldn't have gotten body armour stitched into formal wear, would he? Whatever the case, the hybrid's currently going about adjusting the tophat he'd taken to wearing- trying his best to make it look natural. "...Hey, I didn't miss it. Bien, bien." Pausing in place, the tiefling takes particular note of the pixie present, making a fair show of waving enthusiastically at her, "Ginny. Glad tu could make it- an unexpected surprise this one es."

Layla appears from the general direction of Rynvale, and for once, she is not being pestered by her Escorts. The child must have slipped away from them in order to attend the wedding. Considering how well she knows the groom, and how recently she's met the bride, the child is for once not so very upset about getting dressed up for the occasion. Pale blue silk and white lace are the materials for her dress, which reaches down just far enough to cover the tops her black leather boots. Her hands and head are free of any garments today, but for once, her long curls are pulled back and held in place by a black silk ribbon. Quietly, the child looks around for anyone she might know, her flaming green eyes sparkling with excitement.

Satoshi decides then is a good time to relinquish Trey's quarters, giving back the luxurious rooms to the pirate--off grumbling Sven-knows where. There is a noticeable lack of fanfare-esque music with her entrance, reason being the only bard Satoshi knows is the hobbit Whess... and there was no way he was singing here today. Anyway~, cue that whole stately stroll down the aisle affair, complete with a cattish nature making it all the more dignified and regal. Just, ignore the calico kitten tumbling along behind her chasing the trailing edge of her sapphire gown. And, lo' and behold, the feline's gone and abandoned her usual winter garb in exchange for a fancy little attire of sapphire and obsidian. Insert ohhs and ahhs here, as she reaches the waiting tiefling and gives a quick wink from behind a veil of sheer black before taking her place before Myrall.

Trishtar pats Awne's leg and nuzzles her once more before looking around at all the people that come in...especially the teifling. He gives a nod with a smile and nudges Awne to point him out "There he is love.." He would whisper.

Trishtar adds that he is stopped immediately after that and gazes at Satoshi in admiration of her exceptional beauty.

Awne watches the woman walk down the aisle first, admiring the outfit and already could feel the tears starting as she takes a hankey from her sleeve. She glances to the teifling with a smile, she was very happy for him.

Layla takes a seat as close to the front as she can, which is not all too hard considering the small crowd. As she seats herself, she realizes she has just made it in time. Her eyes fallow Satoshi, narrowing only slightly when the other feline passes her on her walk.

Taeme remains still in her seat, however, the hawk turns its head to watch as a beautifully dressed Satoshi makes her way to the Teifling. Pale lips quirk into a soft smile as she views the affair through her pet's gaze, a trick Ghostie may well be aware of by now.

Kasyr takes note of Satoshis' appearance but a few moments after she appears, believing that to be his cue to offer a few more hurried waves and promptly fall into step with her. Really, he's practically normal in his approach forward- beyond a simple tilt of his head off to one side- plunking the Tophat unto the ground upsidedownedly- much to the displeasure of a Calico Kitten that's been unseen up until this point.

Kasyr dropped 1 Fine-Silk Top-Hat.

Myrall , unwilling as yet to totally abandon the shore and the safety it promises, clasps the railing so tightly that her knuckles turn first white then slowly develop a mottled purplish-blue hue, as all blood ceases to circulate to her fingers. She makes to attract the attention of the bride by calling out to her, but instead of her usual deep booming voice all that issues forth is a rather pathetic, half strangled "Sat……i'. Realising that this is not the time or the place to allow hysteria to dictate her actions, the dwarfess tries to cover up the failed attempt at calling for aid with a cough. Finally letting go of handrail, she reaches blindly out and grasps hold of Eva's leg. Who in turn lets out a loud yelp of surprise and holding on to it for grim death she manages to steady herself enough to begin. "Friends, we have all gathered in this place to both witness and celebrate the joining of his couple in wedlock. Though before I can charge them to repeat the vows that will see them bound together for eternity, I must first, in accordance with our laws and customs ask this of them." She turns reddened eyes towards the groom. "Kasyr, do you come here this day of your own free will and volition with the intention of taking this woman as your bride?"

Mahri arrives, at some point and sits, somewhere. Generally out of the way.

Kasyr tips his head down in a solemn nod, eyes flickering between Myrall and Satoshi, "Without any doubt, I do."

Layla quirks an eyebrow as she studies the scene before her. Her real focus is more aimed towards Kasyr. She has not seen him for a very long time, and has not spoken to him to since her blood bath incident. Suddenly realizing why he looked so peculiar, Layla covers a giggle by clamping her right hand over her mouth. He has armor under some of his clothes! No wonder his frame looked so goofy. Shaking her head lightly, it does not surprise her in the least. The child composes herself, then pulls her legs up onto the chair. Shifting to sit on her knees, she attempts to get a better view.

Myrall nods, unable to speak for a moment, and she brings her free hand to her mouth, as her cheeks seem to bulge with a sudden influx of noxious gases from the poor woman's loudly complaining stomach. Once the moment passes she looks to Satoshi. "And you M'lady? Do you also come here this day…." She pauses as another wave of billous gases assails her.... a loud burp quickly following on from her last fading word. Gathering her wits and what dignity she can muster she tries again. "And you M'lady? Do you also come here this day of your own free will and volition with the intention of taking this man as your husband?"

Jacklin putters quietly with her flask near the back of the gathering, swilling whiskey and slurping rather loudly.

Ginger pats her child-like co-conspirator's hand nicely, thinking this is all fine and dandy. Unsurprisingly, he doesn't react.

Satoshi's ears are flicking every which way at the cacophony of seasick priests and drinking queens. It's what happens when you pick a pirate ship for a ceremony like this, really. But, despite her being slightly distracted, the feline manages a quick nod at the question as she sidles a bit closer to the tiefling. "I certainly do~."

Taeme , spying the Lycan's late arrival, sneaks from her forward seat ro occupy the one beside Mahri perferring the company of the often brash woman to none at all. Yeah, no one saw that.

Jacklin suddenly issues a whistle at the vow, "Oh yeah," came the gruff shout from somewhere near the back.

Ginger squeezes T'ots' hand, biting back her reflexive retort to the unsanctimonious ruckus. "I'ma be good. This is the bossman's day. I won't kill his wedding-guests." She murmurs to T'ots.

Trishtar clenches and unclenches his fists at hearing the rudeness from the whistle, fighting every urge to lash out at the woman.

Awne moves a hand to her husbands to steady him, her eyes never leaing the couple at the alter though her tail was puffing, honestly it was wedding not a bar.

Satoshi stifles a snicker at the whistle, especially since it kicks up a few such calls from the watching crew.

Kasyr s' ears are wiggling in Ginger and Jacklins directions, the tiefling shooting a brief smirk backwards before resuming his dutiful look.

Mahri cants a look Taeme's way and shifts a little to allow her room to sit. Cuz, no one saw her move or anything. A quirk of lips indicates her amusement, mostly that someone had finally snagged the teifling. After a moment, restlessness had the lycan's eyes flickering over the gathered. Such an eclectic group (no matter how that is spelled) was sure to mean some sort of entertainment.

Jacklin takes another swig of the flask and moves a few paces toward the front for better viewing purposes.

Layla fidgets on her chair, pulling at some of the lace. Anyone who might take notice of her tail would notice that it's twitching, ever so slightly and every few seconds. If anyone knows anything about felines, they would recognize it as a sign of agitation. The child is getting a little antsy, her ears pressing against the top of her head.

Taeme begins to fidget and is considering swiping from Jacklin, who she doesn't know yet, one of the many drinks she seems to have stashed on her person.

Myrall takes a deep breath and squeaks a rather ferminesque "Excellent." Holding a finger up to halt proceedings for a moment, she releases the poor Yeti's leg and turns quickly from the gathering, slipping her hand beneath her cloak she withdraws a flask of brandy, muttering quietly to herself "Brandy for the tummy, that's what mother always said, so brandy it is." De-corking the flask with practiced ease she downs over half the contents in one swift gulp, before re-capping and replacing it and turning in what she hopes is one smooth movement to continue with her duties. "Marriage is a partnership. It is the joining of two bodies, two souls and two lives, inexorably and completely through eternity, and encompasses not only the joyous moment, those happy times when hearts soar and rooms ring with joint laughter, but also those times when feet drag, and the heart weighs heavy in the breast, and because of this I would like now to give you each the chance to tell your betrothed of the love that is in your heart on this day, so that you may ever hold it there." She taps her breast "as the days turn to weeks and the weeks into years, and know that you are not alone, but truly loved by another." She again turns to Kasyr. "Sir, is there aught you wish to tell your bride?"

Trishtar sighs and ses that Awne may be right. From their seat in the third row he glances at a mirror he had in his hands...a face wa son it...begging to the dragon it seemed to let him say something. Looking to Awne he whispers "Should I?"

Awne shakes her head to both males before leaning forward slightly to the girl in front of them whispering in her ear.

Ginger stands up, signalling to T'ots to execute maneuver number fifty-three, with silencer. She cups her tiny hands, and T'ots dutifully places his big toe onto them, bringing his collective weight into balance upon Ginger's strength. A quick fling and the child goes somersaulting over the heads of the gathering, onto Jacklin's back, covering her mouth, and tilting them both backwards. Hopefully, the woman is drunk enough that the child's strength would be enough to subdue her.

Ginger sits back down, letting her ward take care of things. . .silently, so as not to disrupt the proceedings. A soft sigh makes it past her lips. How she loves weddings.

Jacklin erupts into a fit of muted curses, flask spilled down the front of her gown as she proceeds to stumble back with whatever was now clung to her like a cloak of sorts. Reaching blindly up toward her mouth with one hand, the other shifting back to rip at the head of the small person. Lips parting even under the pressure, teeth lurching fourth and digging into the hands covering her maw.

Layla looks over her shoulder now, taking a better look at the married couple behind her. They seemed friendly enough, but she had a very nice view from where she was currently. She shakes her head slightly while offering a polite smile. "No thank you," she whispers back. "I have the perrfect view herre."

Trishtar smiles at the child with a nod "Well if you change your mind.." Suddenly the curses reach his ears and he winces before concentrating on her aura and moves to invade her mind.

Satoshi just fidgets, caught between amusement and anxiety.

Kasyr s' practiced solemn look seeps away at the mention, replaced instead by an odd tinge of red in his cheeks, "Oh. Words. On the spot. E.." Cutting himself off to take in a breath, the tiefling turns away from Myrall, if only to move his hands over to the felines and glance over towards her, ".I Didn't quite think ahead to prepare a speech or the like, so I suppose- I just want you to know that I adore vous, if that isn't obvious already. Through whatever hardships we'll come across, whatever problems; be it conflicts, distance, sickness or otherwise... I'll never stop loving you. Erm, I'm..not exactly sure what else to say there, so...Love you, Truly."

Awne nods her head, offering a light pet to the kitten as her own ears perk to the cursing. she sighs faintly "we'rre rright herre if you'd like to join us." she whispers softly.

Taeme takes advantage of the poor woman's condition to dart forward from her seat beside the Lycan, nimble fingers lashing out to grab at the fallen flask, retrieving it from its place upon the deck. Retrating with her prize in-hand to her set, seat, she tilts her head back while tipping the flask to see if any precious liquid remains within.

Trishtar grumbles and take sout his own flask and raises it to his lips. When in the Hollow equivalent of Rome...

Awne looks between the chaos at the front beside the wedding, and her own husband. She rubs her eyes, goddess help them all.

Layla stops fidgeting as Kasyr speaks. Today is the first time in so long she's paid any attention to him. His tone of voice is different than she's used to hearing, and she realizes that it's because he's talking to Satoshi. His words cause her tail to flick a bit more frequently. The flames in her eyes slow down momentarily, only to resume at a faster pace than before. Only her eyes are giving her away, but otherwise, she looks as calm and normal as ever. The child waits patiently to see what Satoshi will say when given her chance.

Mahri snickers quietly at Taeme.

Kasyr is feigning ignorance and all that. Really, he doesn't look amused at all. Mostly. Some of the time. Casper, his 'Calico' Kitten, on the other hand, is busy bouncing against the inside of the tophat to tip it over. More on this....whenever she eventually succeeds.

Myrall crosses her arms over her stomach as it grumbles loudly, and she gently rocks herself to and fro as she listens to Kasyr's speech, her face now seems to sport a rather greenish tinge and judging by the two front teeth that are biting down hard on her bottom lip the brandy has done little to ease her predicament. Gasping a lung full of fresh sea air before she addresses Satoshi, the priestess tries hard not to rush her words, but is unable to do otherwise, as she realises that situation is becoming quite urgent. "And you M'lady? Do you have aught to say to Kasyr?" As the groom's name escapes her lips she turns and rushes to the ships side, emptying the brandy from her gullet in a most unpriestly manner.

Trishtar smiles at the whisper and puts his flask into his tail, gripping it rather tightly to add security against any attempted thefts that might occur. He snakes the tail all the way towards Taeme and wiggles it back and forth to signal hes ready to refill the flask.

Taeme grips the emptied flask in both hands lofting it so that he might fill it for her, a smile of thanks curving pale lips.

Trishtar tips his flask and starts to pour it into the empty one. The liquid would be clear for now...but since it came from the enchanted flask that was the Dragon's, whatever was the favourite drink of the lips that touched it...would be what they tasted. Once it was filled to the brim, he takes his own flask back and pockets it since he didnt want to end up adding to more of the mayhem.

Jacklin eventually, after staggering around deck for a good five minutes, untangles herself from the small person. With aid of beating named child against a wall until tiny hands unclasped from mouth. Appearing now at the side of Taeme, "Where is my flask?!"

Mahri eyes the dwarf performing the ceremony. Grabbing a passing cabin boy, or some equally lowly person, the lycan whispers something to him and soon after, a bucket is discreetly placed next to the bearded lady.

Taeme grins impishly as the now full flask is tipped spilling amber liquid into her mouth that burns a fiery path down her gullet. It seems whiskey is her rink of choice as well. After a lusty pull she lowers the container offering a contented sigh most likely unnoticed by those present.

Mahri is at least trying to be helpful, even if the last thing that was in the bucket had been fish-heads.

Satoshi is very studiously ignoring the mini-brawl, thievery, ill priest, and other goings-on so that she can give her tiefling full attention. Although, she can't help commenting in an aside to him, "You didn't bathe Casper beforehand~?" Poor white kitten, fur dyed in a myriad of colors from stray potions and now stuck in a tophat, with Solace harassing her from outside. But, anyway... the feline coughs weakly and makes a spectacular reproduction of that typical 'blushing bride' image behind her veil. "Erm. Right. I need words... where's a zombie raptor when you need one to silence people..?" Another cough to get herself back on track, and then she simply plunges into her impromptu speech, "You know my biggest fear is death. That's... not so true anymore. I'd... face a thousand deaths by hellfire and the like before I'd willingly leave your side." Offering her trademark crooked smile, Satoshi quickly finishes, "Suffice to say, I'm far more afraid of life without you than some silly death now. Love's interesting... or 'Interessant', like that~."

Taeme said to Jacklin, "Flask? What flask?"

Myrall looks up with rheumy eyes as the yeti hurries to her side. A deep gulp and a small nod signalling to the faithful creature that she is alright. Wiping her mouth surreptitiously on the corner of Eva's already grubby gown she once again grabs hold of the poor creature's leg and makes her way rather unsteadily back towards the wedding party. Trying her best to behave as if nothing was amiss she manages a rather forced smile. "Now Sir, if you could take the ring and place it upon your bride's finger then repeat these words that will bind you to her from this day forth: I give you this ring as a symbol of my enduring love and commitment to you and our life together, and promise myself to you wholly and completely, not only as the man I am today, but as the man I shall become as I grow within your love."

Mahri said to Taeme, "The one in your hand, girly."

Jacklin tugs at the spear strapped to her back for all flask-stealing-engagements, "I'll rip one of your faces off if that flask is not returned."

Trishtar feels tears now come to his eyes as he realizes the love these two share. Looking to Awne, he discreetly nuzzles her before turning his full attention to the couple...silently praying to the goddess that they would stay happy forevor.

Satoshi said, "Oi, someone give her her flask back afore I come over there!"

Mahri produces and hands off a rather nice flask to Jacklin. "Sorry, bit o' a miss understandin'. " Maybe the queen won't notice it isn't her own.

Mahri gave 1 silver flask to Jacklin.

Senka had promised herself she would not. Told herself she would not. And yet she is. Disgusted at herself the white one slowly approaches the scene filled with people she both does and does not know, the latter being more true if only because the beast never did like to socialise. Her tail slowly swings from side to side and there's a low growling in the back of her throat that doesn't stop, like the continued muttering curses some sailors tend to make when having a bad day. While she does her best to keep her ears pointed back in her distaste she can't stop them from flickering forward curiously as her deep red eyes take in the scene. Wrinkling her nose the beast pauses then, paws the size of plates still in familiar territory while her gaze rests on that which is not. The wolf never did like ships, having been on the 'floating wood' only once or twice. But she's never seen two-walkers do their little…ritual….that made them mates and she does have a sort of bond with both cat-like creatures. Despite her best efforts not to have said bond. And so Senka snorts at herself, once more in both disgust as resignation, while preparing to enter both wedding as ship. And the wolf does so with as much of her usual attitude as she can manage, snorting quietly and still growling now and then. Her nails click-clack on the wood of the ship but the wolf is not too bothered as she tries to avoid the pesty two-walkers she doesn't know. Smoothly, gracefully, the predator moves over a terrain she does not know, between bodies she doesn't know, to make her way to a couple she does know. And so even the white one has come to watch, tilting her head to the side and sliding her curious gaze over Kasyr, Satoshi and Myrall alike.

Awne sniffs lightly while she rumages through her bag, taking out a vial and motioning one of the crew to her, handing it to the..um..'gentleman' and pointing to the dwarfess. A bit a late in the ceremony perhaps but any thing to help seasickness should be welcomed...right? she shoos the male off to give the vial to the woman.

Taeme , for all of her three hundred years of experience, does not wish to part so easily with a full flask even if it is -not- hers. And so as the drunken lady reaches for the spear secured to her back she lofts the container and downs it with practiced ease. Upon finishing, a rather un-lady-like belch issues from parted lips while, swaying, she offers to Jacklin the item in question. "Oh! You's *hiccup* mean thisa *hiccup* flask?"

Senka makes sure not to be too close to anyone, really, settling in the closest corner she can find and for all the world looking as out of place as she is. Damn her impulsive decision to come here anyway. She's surrounded by...smelly...and rather...odd...two-walkers. The couple better be aware of the things she's putting up with, the elder decides with another restless snort of the black spot on her muzzle that is her nose. And grateful too.

Jacklin tilts an eye down to the received flask, chestnut brow quivering and twitching as she flips the object 'round in her sweaty palm. As expected, the Queen catapults the flask overboard and indicates Mahri with an index finger, "Don't try and fool me, strange-talker." Lips drop to deliver the strange-talker another few words but the belch takes place of any further utterances. Turning back toward the strange, she all but rips the container out of her hands. Feeling the lack of weight, Jacklin turns squinted sight to the face of Lady Belcher, "You'll pay for this."

Mahri glances over her shoulder to catch sight of the White. She won't make like she's noticed, given to volatile nature of the elder.

Kasyr lifts one hand up and gestures towards the whole unpleasent bit of mishaps involving flasks and Jacklin....then thinks better of it. Mostly because he's being addressed. "...Just you wait till 'm married et such. If this is still happening." Mumble, Mumble. "Ring. Oh! Ring." And immediately, the tieflings attention snaps back to the present, fingers briefly fumbling around in his pockets before his hands come out with a ring. One of a particularily glacial nature, "I give tu this ring as a symbol of my enduring love et commitment to vous et our life together, et promise myself to you wholly and completely, not only as the man I am today, but as the man I shall become as I grow within your love." Those words said, the tiefling simply moves to place it upon the felines finger.

Kasyr gave 1 Amaranth-Inscribed Frost-Band to Satoshi.

Mahri lets out a sigh as a very expensive flask goes sailing into water. Muttering an aside to Taeme, "Now ye've done it, girly. Got the queen all riled up." Suppressing a grin, no sympathy at all, she turns her attention back to the wedding..thing.

Taeme squints hazel eyes behind her spelled glasses attempting to bring into focus the enraged woman she does not know is Queen of Larket and the one she should be petitioning. Lips curve upwards impishly as an unsteady finger points directing towards the Dragon sitting a row or two in front of them whose focus, it seems, has returned to the ceremony at hand. "Oi, woman. Go get him to refill the thing if yer that unable to find the liquor yourself." It is at this moment that Mahri's words reach her ears bringing all babble to a rapid halt. "Queen? Queen of what?"

Myrall turns to the seaman as he interrupts the ceremony by thrusting a small glass container at her and whispering something in her ear, she nods and gratefully takes the vial from the deckhand, downing it's contents in to fell swoop, not caring if it is poison at this point. Handing the empty container back to the sailor she nods a brief thank-you to Awne, and prays that it is a very fast acting remedy, before returning her gaze to the couple in front of her. "My dear Satoshi, please place the ring upon your groom's finger and say the words that will bind you to him from this day forth: I give you this ring as a symbol of my enduring love and commitment to you and our life together, and promise myself to you wholly and completely, not only as the woman I am today, but as the woman I shall become as I grow within your love."

Awne daps at her eyes with the cloth in her hands, sniffing at the words from the teifling, nodding idly to the dwarfess before accepting the vial back and setting it into her bag. Lucky for them all, the potion was fairly fast-acting and for one of the womans stature shouldn't take too long to kick in. No matter though, the feline was just about to start sobbing.

Trishtar groans at Taeme's words but ignores it and pats Awne on the back while holding her close.

Jacklin snorts, thumb rubbing over the surface of her beloved whiskey container, "I'll rip your stomach our and get the whiskey myself." Falling silent, Jacklin turns to attempt a more cordial demeanor in the face of wedding-time.

Senka isn't...quite sure what the purpose of the entire ritual thing is. Feeling the ritual too restricted for mates, too..much set in lines. But then, as a creature of the wild she will never understand two walkers. Like why they'd do anything willingly on a giant piece of wood floating on water. Not for the first time does the albino forcibly brace herself against the ship's gentle rocking movements, her nails trying to dig into wood to give her that more stability.

Satoshi hastily adds to Kasyr's words directed at the audience, once the ring is in place on her hand. "I get first dibs on them, though." And then another cough, the feline's subtle way of changing the subject, as she retrieves the ring's frosty twin from the ribbon around her wrist. Taking the tiefling's hand--and making mental note of his gloves missing--she repeats Myrall, to the best of her abilities, "I give you this ring as a symbol of my enduring love et... -and- devotion to you and our life together, and promise myself to you wholly and completely, not only as the cat I am today, but as the cat I shall become as I grow within your love, and such. ...I think I got that all..." Another cough, and the ring is put in place.

Satoshi gave 1 Amaranth-Inscribed Frost-Band to Kasyr.

Taeme 's smile flashes as lightening across a mid-summer's night sky betraying no ounce of fear or displeasure at the offered threat. "But I like my stomach where it is and pleasantly full as it is." This said, she too turns giving the couple full attention and, hopefully, a respectful encouraging, but misplaced cheer.

Myrall rubs her hands over her face, leaving her usually well groomed beard looking matted and dishevelled. Squeezing her eyes tight shut for just an instant, she rallies herself for the closing part of the ceremony. "You have this day, here before all, shown the level of your love and commitment for each other." Yet again she pauses, gulping large mouthfuls of air as she tries to steady herself. "You have sworn the vows and exchanged the rings that now see you bound as husband and wife. It now only remains for me to bestow upon you both the blessings of the gods, and declare you to now be husband and wife." With that the priestess nods to the couple, and her legs finally buckle beneath her, sending her tumbling to the deck with a resounding thud, and an even louder groan.

Layla watches Satoshi carefully, noting every motion and every word. The tiniest of flaws will be committed to memory, stored for later. A little less eager to actually watch, she lowers back down on to her rear, no longer resting on her legs for a height boost. Idly, her gaze drifts downward, until two very small kittens are observed at last. Eying them carefully, she recognizes the one as Solace, but does not know who the other on is. Her thoughts tick away, forever making mental notes. Her eyes lift upwards again, watching the soon to be life partners.

Kasyr ||And behold! The tophat finally flips over, allowing Casper to now skirt around the boat within the confines of the tophat, bumping into people this way and that way. And leaving a sort of Calico-esque coloured trail of potiony goo in her wake. ...Poor kitten.

Kasyr said to Satoshi, "..Er, this is the part where I can kiss the bride, right?"

Satoshi said to Kasyr, "Like it'd stop you if it wasn't~?"

Myrall looks up and mumbles weakly "aye, you may now kiss your bride."

Mahri certainly hopes the bucket placed by Myrall, faintly smelling of rotten fish, wasn't the cause for her collapse, but then again, the ceremony is over-or nearly so- and this wolf has places to be.

Mahri raises a foot as a scurrying top-hat makes its way past.

Kasyr looks pensive, "It might... For a second? Maybe. Right~" And with that, the hybrid draws one hand to the felines face, drawing back her veil so that he could plant a kiss upon her lips. His other arm simply makes its way around her waist so he can tip her back as he goes. "So...Should we crash our own party now? It looks like we might miss some fun, otherwise."

Trishtar holds Awne even tighter, knowing that this would cause his kitten to burst into tears. He constantly nuzzles and kisses her cheek as he remembers their ownwedding, and constantly pets her head to try and soothe her.

Myrall groans loudly one last time before falling backwards, hitting her head on one of the neatly stacked barrels, leaving her sprawled out unconcious on the deck. Eva, crouching by her mistresses side, growling menacingly at any who dare approach.

Awne was sobbing, a white sobbing mess in a blue outfit. Oh she loved weddings but this one..this one really got her hence the sobbing and leaning into the dragon and such.

Ginger waits for the kiss and then emits a whistle, serving the dual purpose of calling her badly beaten boy backto her side, limping. . .and to congratulate the new, official-like, couple: Mr. and Mrs. Bossman.

Taeme rises from her seat, cheering loudly as the couple kiss. Whiskey sloshes happily around her stomach causing the blind human to stagger before regaining her balance. "Wooo, Ghostie!" She hollers with much excitement and gusto.

Satoshi can't help a cattish smirk when the crew decides to offer applause in the form of whistles, hoots, and other such informal calls. "Let the party crashing commence, I say~." Which is cue enough for the quieter members of Trey's ship, as they promptly roll out an alarming number of barrels and tables laden with food. Party time~.

Let the Party (and Brawl) Begin

Senka has seen...more then enough. Her gaze has flickered over the crowd to see the emotional two-walkers, felt the fluff in the air and even saw a hat skid by....and enough is enough. So the white one slowly draws away from the corner she had settled herself in, letting her heavy gaze briefly rest on the now married pair. Quite suddenly she tosses her head back then, letting out an -almost-joyful howl of approval to escape her snout. All of Senka's howls will be haunting and this one is no exception, carried by the water, she is sure, for quite a distance. With that done the elder lowers her head, lets out a little snort and begins weaving around whoever is brave enough to get in her way. She's been on this...wood...for long enough.

Trishtar holds up the pocket-sized mirror as the face of Maldor appears on it and yeels to the couple with shouts of joy.

Senka shouted, "*A loud howl is carried by wind and water alike, the call of approval*"

Jacklin grunts toward the whiskey-stealing belcher at her side. Eyeing the sick priestess, new couple, and other various unknown patrons before digging around her person to find the present. Moving up toward Kasyr and Satoshi she hands over the silk sack with a few grumbles.

Jacklin gave 10,000 gold to Kasyr.

Awne stands as she finishes wiping her eyes with her cloth and claps her hands to the couple. "Congrratulations!"

Taeme ambles towards one of the many laden tables and selects from its top a tankard of ale which she downs, washing the delicious taste of whiskey from her mouth. Taking note of the "Queen" who'd made idle threats stirs an idea in her slightly addled mind. Groping blindly, nimble fingers brash across another tankard which is lofted from its among its brethren and hurtled towards Jacklin and the new couple sloshing ale over the heads of those who happen to be caught beneath the flying mug's path.

Layla looks around a final time, before deciding that she has seen enough. She casts a single glance towards the married couple before turning her back on them completely. The child makes her way around other people and chairs. Reaching the walkway that will take her back to the docks, she hesitates for only a moment. Then, quietly, she's down the walkway and on the docks, running as fast as she can.

Sophie gave 5,000 gold to Kasyr.

Sophie gave 5,000 gold to Satoshi.

Ginger gave 1 Ice Wyvern-Hatchling to Kasyr.

Ginger gave 1 Ice Wyvern-Hatchling to Satoshi.

Kasyr blinks a bit at the valuables- both those of a shiny and scaly variety, before falling into an offkilter bow of sorts, "Merci, Madamoiselle Larket, Ginny- I appreciate the courtesy. And your appearance." The bag, is simply passed back towards the feline- whilst the hatchling. Well. The hybrid is sort of hard pressed with what to do with the scaly creature, so he simply moves to wander after his tophat, and the morsel sized kitten companion inside. Not safe to leave something that could be snackable running around, "Do pardon moi, a moment."

Sophie sips happily at her mug of hot chocolate

Trey whistles merrily while walking up the gangplank before stopping abrumptly, almost surprised.

Ginger flicks upwards, apologizing profusely. "Most humble whatsits, but I gotsta go. . .T'ots is a bit sore from all that sitting." The poor child is sore alright, but not from sitting. He calmly, silently holds his left hand, which bears teethmarks and the pinky is assuredly broken. . .all in the line of duty, of course. Ginger slips him a glass of pixie honey, and he drifts off to sleep. "Must go, Bosses, poor child is tuckered. . ."

Trey looks at Satoshi, "T-that was today, wasn't it?"

Satoshi is in the midst of thanking whosits and whatsits for gifts of shinies and pets when she spots Trey. "Ah. Yes. And, I only messed up the captain's quarters a little, I swear!"

Trey suddenly has a pang of longing for her steed, Velocity. He never would have let the cat into Trey's quarters. "Ah well, as long as it's not frozen..."

Kasyr , already in the process of Casper hunting, offers Ginger a wave, "Have a good day et such. Et do be sure to contact moi about that letter I sent vou- Aha." And there the hybrid goes, scooping up his tophat and the kitten within- and...getting himself well and clear of that flung tankard.

Jacklin is hit outright. Mug making itself known against the back of her head, just below right eat. Out of surprise more than impact, the Queen trips forward a few ungraceful steps before righting herself against a handily placed pole. Both glass and liquid now clung to hair, neck, gown, and dripped down along limbs and legs. On heel she turned toward where the flavorful projectile had come from, spotting the patron who had already inhaled her whiskey. Without further ado, the elder human throws up her hands, "That's it!" Rushing toward Taeme with arms outstretched she launches her entire figure in an attempt to catch the stranger by her neck and topple the two over.

Satoshi isn't out of the tankards path, but y'know it's a convenient thing to be an ice mage at certain times. While others nearby deal with liquid, she's just idly brushing off beer-flakes. Not as pretty as snow-flakes, but probably tastier.

Trishtar moves to walk after Kasyr, dodging falling liquid and finally reaching his side. He holds the small mirror up while inside were Maldor and Enwa hugging each other, though Maldor speaks "Kasyr...congratulations on your wedding day." There was no hint of resentment on his face at all.

Sophie hurries over to embrace dear Myrall "So far Soltinn has done no more that issue empty threats about hunting down and slaying every wolf in my pack. If her actually tries to harm us I shall let you know. I am so sad, about Mahri's pack, I love Mahi like a sister."

Awne watches the teifling run off, then over to the bride and then to the two fighting and sighs, taking her seat again "this...this is ah...some parrty.." she glances to her husband to find him gone. She looks around quickly a few times but sighs, okay then! well...she stands and decides to look after the drinks see if there was aught she might like.

Kasyr turns away from the ever-important job of adjusting the tophat upon his head to look towards Maldor. Well, the mirror. "Merci, et all that. I highly appreciate the sentiment." There's a pause, and a somewhat courteous bow, and then the hybrids struggling to keep the now very awake Casper from jostling around too much- the poor feline causing the tophat to lurch one way or another now and then. "Baaah~"

Sophie is covered in ale.

Satoshi eventually finds her way back to the tiefling, with Solace in her arms and a new wyvern at her heels. And from there she's content to sidle up alongside him--swipe that top hat from him and Casper for herself--and watch the brawl beginning between queen and blind druid.

Trishtar smiles as he re-pockets the mirror...then hugs the teifling quickly then lets go. "Maldor told me to give you that."

Taeme looses all ounce of good sense at this moment, turning towards the weighted table in search of more projectiles to use against the now charging Jacklin. It is as her back is turned that her smile returns betraying the amusement mirrored in the sparkle flashing through sightless hazel eyes. The hawk resting upon her shoulder takes wing grasping runed spectacles in sharply curved talons leaving the lithe human at the Queen's mercy. Soft laughter bubbles within the pale column of her throat as she turns, both hands grasping readied bottles. Lobbing first one and then the next towards the general direction the flask-bearing woman comes from leaves her with enough time to brace for the sudden oppressing weight that forces both women into the liquor filled table behind them. Slender arms rise tightly against her body in a scatter block of sorts that will hopefully keep the strangling hands from finding their mark.

Kasyr said to Satoshi, "...Cherie? Which one of them are you on better terms with? ...I want to know which one not to throw overboard, if too much alchohol es spilled."

Satoshi said to Kasyr, "... The one with the bird. I think throwing a blind girl overboard is... some form of sin, or somesuch."

Awne idly sips at her juice, glancing to it with a hum, quite good really. She looks around before, with a sigh, she makes her way to her husband and the happy couple, at least she'd be able to give her congratulations in a more personal manner. She smiles at the two looking to the feline then the teifling "Congrratulations to you both."

Trey had been up all night, and all day before that. The plan was to take a nice nap, but unfortunately the captain had forgotten about Satoshi's little arrangement today. Next best thing: booze. Luckily that wasn't too hard to find, and a quick trip to the pile of ales and beers quickly relieved the woman of her fatigue.

Trey doubletakes at the pile of beer, wine, and ale. Quite a pile.

Trey meanders up to Satoshi and Kasyr, ale in hand. "More sinful than tossing kittens overboard?"

Satoshi said to Awne, "Heh~. Thank you." A glance and smirk at Trey follows before she adds to the pirate, "Along the same lines, really."

Sophie said, "Please excuse me, I left a friend chained up. I must unchain him, I'll be back later."

Satoshi blinks at Sophie's parting words, although she does manage a quiet, "Meow."

Trey finds herself a seat on one of the stairs leading to the quarterdeck.

Jacklin didn't have the good mind to avoid both bottles thrown in her direction, one hitting her squarely in the chest while the other is ducked by the sheer coincidence of head lowered to examine her broken-glass-covered-gown. Again came the flood of dripping alcohol, the dull ache from impact, though it wasn't enough to stop the beast in charge. Jacklin never halted for a second in the impending collision of the two strangers. Just as quickly as it had begin, the final confrontation was made known. The shrieks from boat-hands, whine of glass being shattered and spilled beneath the weight of two fully-grown women, and the colorful curses the Queen herself shouted on the way down. A broken, bloody mess. Cheeks were cut, bare arms slashes to pieces. Even her balely-hanging-on gown was ripped. Cobalt optics wander over to where Taeme had landed, "You spilled the damn whiskey! Who the hell are you?"

Trishtar frowns as the hug the vampire had said to deliver...seemed to go unnoticed. Either way, he turns now to Satoshi and bows to her with a soft smile "Congratulations on your big day Miss Satoshi.."

Trey hardly seems upset at the contiued mess Jacklin seems to be making. That's what cabinboys are for.

Taeme yelps softly as bits of glass bite through her mage robes into pale flesh earning cuts and scratches scattered over her body as she hopefully rolls away from the crazed woman in the aftermath of their collision causing the table's depression and collapse. "Who, me?" Hands rise clearing the annoying mass of white shot raven tresses from her visage as she offers the woman an impish quirking of roseate lips. "I am Taeme, apprentice to Luthentius the Elder Mage and student to Parsithius something or other. Shame it was the whiskey. What a waste, should have aimed for the ale instead."

Trey gave 1 lime juice to Trishtar.

Trey gave 1 salt to Trishtar.

Trey gave 1 tequila to Trishtar.

Trey nods.

Trishtar looks to Trey and grins as he mixes the three before sipping it in his usual effiminate way.

Trey quirks a brow at Trishtar. Poor boy would never become a cabin boy that way.

Trishtar looks to Trey with a grin ashe knocks the rest of the drink back...in one long gulp.

Trey holds back a laugh at Trishtar, poor lad.

Trey licks the inside curve between her thumb and forfinger, sprinkles salt onto it, picks up the lime, and winks at Trishtar before licking the salt from her hand, downing the tequila, and biting into the lime.

Trishtar shudders as it goes down but purrs happily as things get slightly fuzzy but shakes it off.

Jacklin sloppily slips a hand upwards to wipe away the drool/blood combination now creeping from the corner of whiskey stained lips. Mimicking the actions of earlier prey she rakes a hand through the jungle of glassy tresses with several winces implored once hand met shard after shard of glass from earlier mug-missel. Eyeing the student of Grey for a second before she pushed herself upward from repose amongst shattered bottles and liquor puddles, "In that case, Luthentius serves me as well as that Parsithius man. So, by default, you actually just injured your Queen."

Trishtar watches Trey with a blink before looking at his empty glass and sighing. He was usually only good at drinking straight alcohol like rum and vodka...

Satoshi only pays partial attention to the drinking lessons, and destruction of booze by different means thanks to a queen. She's too occupied with her favorite game of tiefling-clinging to react to much else.

Taeme remains sitting amidst the pool of sticky liquor and broken glass unable to see exactly what goes on without the aid of her hawk who, by now, is long gone with her glasses. The Avian-turned-Human bends at the waist contorting enough to hopefully make the action somewhat respectful. "In that case, your Majesty, your whiskey was excellent and your antics amusing. Any lady who drinks, holds their liquor and laments the loss of whiskey is indeed one worth serving under." These words herald a nod sending bits of glass skittering across the deck from the mass of bloody obsidian locks, the woman completely unaware of the crimson streams trickling down her temples and other odd places leaving her a -right- mess.

Trey groans. The sleep deprivation was getting to her finally, and alcohol had seemed to not help anymore. Quietly the captain slipped below decks and into her quarters. Stopping, her eyes fell into a glare. "Damn it..."

Satoshi looks innocent as a newborn kitten-angel at Trey's words.

Kasyr stops watching the antics of a queen and her subjects, if only to glance over towards Satoshi, "Et just what did you do, mon cher?"

Satoshi said to Kasyr, "Oh, you know. Moved none-too-important maps out of my way. Solace got into a chest of clothes and other such things. The harmless kind of mess, really."

Jacklin hoists herself up, though not without nearly taking out another table in the process. Nude footing slipping and sliding around in an attempt to stay upright and avoid the glass. "I don't think I like you so much," came the verbalized grunt, though a keen ear would determine the words sure enough. Jacklin again ran the back of her hand over face to brush aside the blood now retreating from the open wound above her right eye, courtesy of a pointed sliver now sticking outward like a see-through horn. "Next time I see you I would rather not be bloody or assaulted with a mug. Or I'll be putting this here spear through your stomach like a spit through hog, Taeme." Retreating around the mess of broken glass and spilled liquid she stops in from of Satoshi with a half-hearted attempt at a grin, "I'll pay for the mess if need be. Just ask the guards in Larket and they'll be prompts with payment. And, well, I'm sure you'll be happy." Never the best with words, Jacklin muttered several more curses before removing herself from the scene.

Awne clears her throat as she digs throug her bag at her side, offering a bracelet to the bride with a faint smile, in her other hand is a still young chick "It...they arren't much but...I hope you like them." she gives the bracelet to the bride and the chick to the groom, it wasn't much for presents but then it was the thought right?

Awne gave 1 ornate bracelet to Satoshi.

Awne gave 1 Ice Falcon to Kasyr.

Satoshi thanks Awne for the shiny bracelet, even as she eyes the hatchling like an icy snack.

Taeme retains her grin despite the sinking suspicion that her petitions might never be granted. Shaking off an oppression gloom, she calls towards the Feline in hopes of attaining some help removing herself from the mess her own actions had caused. "Ghostie, a bit of help please? I might stumble overboard should I attempt to escape the glass on my own."

Kasyr simply grins at Satoshi, "Purely harmless- I understand entirely." Blinking, the tiefling attempts to offer a wave and a ,"Farewell, Madamoiselle Larket..." But well, his timing probably isn't that good. Ah well. On the other hand, There's a baby bird "...Er. Thanks. I suppose I ought to be sure all my new found pets play nicely...somehow. ...Even though they make a pretty good food chain..."

Kasyr whispered to Satoshi, "...It's a sin to toss her overboard, but if we leave her to stumble, es it bad aussi?"

Satoshi has to give up imagining the little falcon dressed up like a Turkey Day bird to come to Taeme's aid. Well, aid in a roundabout way, by means of giving a passing crew member a quiet word and gesture. Let the sailor help Taeme to her feet as the feline calls, "So, you've met the Queen of Larket in a similar fashion as myself now, Sparrow. How fun~."

Satoshi whispered to Kasyr, "That crew fellow is rather drunk, should be amusing..."

Awne smiles faintly, ear's twitching atop her head as she wondered if they were just being nice to rather meager gifts compared to the others that had been given. Brush it off girl.."I hope you two will stop by again forr dinnerr when you arre frree and afterr some time is taken forr a honeymoon?"

Satoshi fidgets just a hint at the mention of honeymoon, and none too subtly slips one of her gloves off before taking the tiefling's hand in hers.

Taeme 's soft laughter issues between quirked lips as the sailor reeking of ale stoops to hoist her from the now drying mess that will most likely stain the wooden boards, a constant reminder of the event in question. Grunting in pain as the sailor unceremoniously commences shaking the girl dislodging all remaining shards of glass from her person before tossing her over his shoulder like a burlap sack. Squealing, pale fists beat against the brute's back as yelps of panic rise into the air. "Lemme go! I want another drink! Put me down you pirate!"

Kasyr blinks at Satoshis remark, "Blood & Violence, and all sorts of cursing et alcohol? ...Or was that not the first meeting. Erm.." And, whatever witty comment might have followed is cut off by the simple act of the felines chill skin meeting his own. "...Hmm. So."

Satoshi is good at distracting tieflings, even if blind druids are good at distracting her in an entirely different way. Watching the girl get lugged off, the feline quickly directs the sailor with a few words, "Put her somewhere with food and such. Let her sleep it off, eventually. That doc will patch her up~." She gets a grunt in reply, but Satoshi hardly cares as she's back to devoting her attention to Kasyr. "Hmm? Soo?"

Trishtar holds Awne's hand now and squeezes it tightly, but bows once more to the happy couple.

Awne nods her head over to her husband, offering a nod of her head to the couple, "It's time we took ourr leave, I wish you nothing but the best, both of you." she looks to the teifling and smiles "i'm glad to see you've found someone who's capturred yourr hearrt and settled down a bit." she turns to the bride "good catch." she winks.

Satoshi said to Awne, "Don't I know it~."

Kasyr anxiously wiggles his arm back and forth in the felines grasp, his gaze suddenly becoming a bit more nervous, "Do you have any ideas of where to go for a honey moon, en fait?"

Taeme believes at this point that the brute half drags, half carries her fidgeting form from Mutiny onto dry land where she is settled into a quaint little inn to sleep off her inebriation until morning that will result in a pounding headache. That is, if she doesn't elude the man first and sneaks off for some more fun. With the blind girl, who knows what can happen?

Trishtar spreads his wings before using his tail to move Awne to his back, before flying off straight for the tavern. "Happy Marriage to you both!"

Awne waves to both before she's off with her husband

Satoshi briefly waves farewell to Trishtar and Awne before fixing the tiefling with an amused look. "Well, I heard that brute of a giant isn't about anymore, so... we could haunt Frostmaw's tavern. Maybe sneak our way to that library where all this started~?"

Kasyr tips his head to the side, then simply grins, "I don't exactly mind the sound of that, no. It would be a lot of fun,, in fact. Et maybe we could poke at that large dragon over there.. Erm. Maybe. Anyways..."

Satoshi said to Kasyr, "Sounds like a date, then~. ...Or, you know, moreso than a date, with the whole officially married-type thing now. So... anyway. Shall we~?"

Kasyr said to Satoshi, "I don't see why it can't be called a date nonetheless. Sounds sort of ...cute. But erm, lets- ...just as soon as we give a bath to poor Casper, j'suppose. Onwards?"

Satoshi gives the mentioned cat a scrutinizing look before smirking. "I'm sure she'll be clean if we drop her in a snowbank along the way~."

Kasyr isn't quite sure if Satoshi is joking...but he's pretty sure she'll correct him along the way, "..Then, on y vas. Er, let's go."

Frozen Library, Frostmaw

Satoshi leads the way to the library~. And does indeed dunk Casper in a snowbank along the way, but only for a minute! She's a tough kitty, she'll be fine. If a bit blue...

Kasyr at least has his trenchcoat and his pack and all that other necessary stuff. Like, a mysterious cache of blankets that he can put Casper inside of post dunking. Poor lilttle kitty.

Satoshi relinquishes the tiefling of blankets and shivering cat, to set them up in a--relatively--cozy corner of the library. Where Solace can help keep Casper warm... tugging her whiskers and swiping at her ears is totally a valid method! But still, with the pets tucked away, Satoshi can properly nuzzle up to her beloved, all purrs and grins. "This place brings back memories, huh~?"

Kasyr is more than happy to lean right back, lips brushing alongside Satoshis' cheek and temple, "All sorts of memories, mon cher..It really es surprising how much things have changed since then. How things progressed, evolved... How different everything es...et yet. How there were hints of it even then."

Satoshi contents herself with draping her arms about his neck and giving a few far from innocent nips, purring at that bout of dizziness that ever comes of contact with him. "A good deal has changed, yes. But somethings haven't changed, though~. Funny how things work that way, hm?" Not that she completely cares, too focused on the here and now to muse about the past.

Kasyr tips towards her, forehead brushing against hers, before he'd simply move to lean against her shoulder and grant her a nibble for each one of her teases- "You know....this is how it all started mon cher.Just a bit more needy in a different way es all."

Satoshi makes a quiet sound of agreement, mingled somewhere in her purr. "Mhm~. This is where it started~. All from a bite, for lessons in swordwielding. But, unlike last time, now I've got you all to myself." And here the feline alternating between nips and kisses to those beloved calico ears, gesture as much affectionate as possessive.

Kasyr s' shifts back at this point, if only so lips can press against hers- keeping her locked in a passionate contest of wills- as his hands move to entangle hers, "...We should probably get back to that, sometime. I still, want to see what I can do with vous...erm..as..a teacher. ...of swords. Et such." And awkward statements aside, the hybrid would simply move to tip the feline onto her back- grinning the whole while.

Satoshi matches the tiefling's expression, at least until he's succeeded in tipping her back. At that point, her smirk vanishes, replaced by a perfectly blank look as she states bluntly, "Only an ice mage and a vampire wouldn't object to a bed of snow. Heh~." With the last remark her attempts at seriousness fails, and the feline just opts for claiming another kiss from him.

Kasyr offers the feline an affectionate smirk, before whatever reply that's on the tip of his tongue, is muted by her own. Offering an inquisitive kiss of his own, the hybrid allows himself to slip into the moment, before he once more withdraws- this time to idle against the base of her neck, "...So close to then too- except...you're not afraid now...are vous? Not of death, just of...a life without..us. Et, I could solve that- so it's moi et vous. So it's us. So nothing will come between us, mon amour."

Satoshi can't quite stop the shudder that follows his words, although this time it's less of instinctive fear and more anticipation. "You... did say you would, if I was ready..." Claws flex with a hint of anxiety where they're locked with his as she nuzzles her head to the tiefling's ear. "I'm not afraid now. That priest spoke of eternity... I'll take that for us, at the cost of mortality~."

Kasyr gently nuzzles her back, care taken with every motion, every shift of skin against skin. Slowly the tieflings lips part, pressing minute kisses down along the felines throat, until they settle against the base of her neck- the tiefling stills, save for the faint flicker of his tongue against her skin- Rhythm kept in time with her pulse. It's during this sweet torture that teeth slowly press against her skin- adoring nips and nibbles slowly growing more insistant, until at last it pierces. Only then does he move to press their twined hands against her sides- as he laps at the pooling blood.

Satoshi cringes against the tiefling as she bites down on her lower lip, stifling any sound of potential protest before she can make it. It's one thing to be certain of a choice and another entirely to convince instinct of it. And it's instinct now--knowing this time is more than the usual sip of blood--that has the feline squirming beneath the hybrid, boot heels digging furrows into the snow with the weak struggling while her hands are conveniently pinned. And yet, all the while her emotions are perfectly calm and level, silently assuring the empath she's not having second thoughts. Even if her reflexes are.

Kasyr can't help but feel a touch offkilter. Even with the certainty of the felines emotions- there's something to be said for her reactions; something which tugs at the hybrids heart strings, albeit his surety of action. Still, he doesn't cease- continuing to draw from her more and more- the tiefling waiting until her struggles are muted and feeble, heartbeats a dull whisper. Only then does one hand free itself from her grasp- Kasyr drawing his own wrist up to his lips, so that he could bite through the skin. With a blood stained kiss to lips more chill than usual, the tiefling simply presses his wrist to her mouth, alongside the hushed words of "Drink."

Satoshi doesn't need to be told twice, obeying the word as much because it's from the tiefling as instinct has run out of other options. So, plan B for a nature fully intent of evading death it is. With a faltering hiss, the feline sinks fangs into the offered wrist all too hungrily, her free hand rising to pin the source of fresh blood to her in a greedy cling. And with the new source of life provided--or unlife, for nitpicky terminologists--the cat has no intentions of ending her bit of feasting until she's damn well made to.

Kasyr simply moves one hand over towards the felines forehead, gently running his fingers through her hair- even as her hungry feeding causes him to wince. For the moment, he would make no attempt at parting her from him, only mumbling, "Don't be afraid, mon cher- We'll go hunting soon, vous et I. Et then we'll have all the time we craved, just you et I."

Satoshi manages to bring herself to a stop as ears flick to catch the quiet words. With a soft hiss, the feline reluctantly releases him with a parting lick at that far too desirable blood. Blinking, once pure blue eyes now holding delicate flecks of an amber to match the tiefling's, she offers a baffled expression complete with a sideways tipped head--a heightened predatory light present in her look even then. "Afraid? I'm not afraid. Not at all." With a faint nod, the cat tips her head up to give a bloodied kiss--once more reluctant to part, from both the emotion and the crimson liquid. But part she does, eventually, if only to nuzzle her cheek to his with a purr. "But, I -am- hungry. Very, very hungry..."

Kasyr s' released hand flexes slowly, the movement coming off as jerked. It was almost as though the hybrid felt the chill- the way fingers chose to stiffen in their movements; and yet, he never drew his hand away from her face- offering a slow smile to the zeal in which she accepted the taint he'd placed upon her, "Then we'd best fix that, ought we not? And to think, there is such an array of creatures to choose between, mon cher."

Satoshi is all purrs at that point. Well, all purrs and bloodlust, but it's the purring that's immediately noticeable--not that she can hide much from an empath, but that's beside the point. The tiefling's got her full attention, the mention of hunting setting her all a-quiver, and she's well set on nudging and nuzzling him to get up and go. "Let's fix that now, yes~?" Before she decides their pets are more of the snack-variety, that is.

Kasyr gradually gets to his feet,looking almost uncomfortable beneath the weight of his coat, "Mon dieu, Cherie. You're insatiable... But then, I forgot how much that wore me out... I've only ever really done it before once." Pausing, the hybrid goes slightly red, before simply folding his arms across his chest, "Anyways, The wilds or the city- Huntings different in both cases. Though it's hunting all the same."

Satoshi doesn't even bother to feign looking thoughtful as her answer is immediate, "The wilds." 'Because it's closer' hardly needs to be said as the thought is written all over her eager face. A particularly violent lashing of her tail and ears pressed too far forward hints that the feline is trying very hard to ignore the sounds of the kittens rough-housing so close-by, forcing her focus on the tiefling. Eyeing him closely, she tips her head sideways suddenly and edges a bit closer, a hint of worry managing to override some of the excitement. "Are you all right, love..? Not too worn out or anything, right?"

Kasyr frowns a bit, before simply extending his arms out in a careless manner, "Moi? I'm fine...just...tired. Moreso than the only other time I turned someone. But I'll be fine. Je le promets. Now...Let's go find something large et stupid to kill- D'accord? Along the way, I'll check to see how current tu are with what tu can et can't do anymore." Doing his best to stand up straight, the tiefling takes an authorative looking stance, and begins to stride forward forcibly, "Isn't this fun?"

Satoshi tags right along after the tiefling, although her path is a fair deal less deliberate. Or rather, it's just plain erractic as the feline constantly shifts from one side of Kasyr to the other, far too on-edge to remain walking in even a semblance of a straight line. "Can and can't do~? Like what? My magic still feels the same, at least..." But, with a ravenous appetite at the forefront of her mind, it's a tad difficult to do a mental once-over of herself to be certain of anything. So back to anxious shuffling and following she goes.

Kasyr can't help but smirk at the feline, her seemingly hyper active seemingly unhampered by her newfound status as a vampire. Really, even though she was expecting it- she's still taken it far better than he'd imagined she would have. Still, he keeps those thoughts to himself, instead walking into relative silence until they were out of the library, by which point he began to speak anew, albeit on a somewhat more helpful note, "Our weaknesses. Our strengths. Those sort of things. Holy symbols and waters won't do much of anything to us- lest they are actually rife with holy energy. That will, for the most part, work against vous. There us Dragons blood- caustic like acid, Part of what makes them the most dangerous thing to our kind. The blood of Werewolves will make tu sick- et given you are young, could quite likely lead to vous dying. Et their bites will quite likely have the same effect, en fait. Be cautious of them. Lastly- there's the whole, death by traumatic amounts of violence thing- which es pretty good at stopping just about any of us."

Frostmaw Hunting Grounds

Satoshi pauses in her dancing about to fix the tiefling with a teasing, fanged grin--of course, more fanged than usual. "You've told me this already~. That, or I've figured it out from all the trouble you get yourself into." Slinking forward to give him a light nuzzle, the feline suddenly goes rigid and narrows her eyes, nose sniffing lightly at the chilly air. "You said we're looking for something big and stupid, right? Like... a mammoth~?" Before she even realizes it, she's already a number of paces ahead and has to forcibly will herself to stop and wait, rather than bolt off in a blind hunt like she so badly wants to.

Kasyr offers a purr of his own; before he simply falls in line with the feline. Hunching down low, the hybrid simply begins to dart forward, small bursts of speed- measured and precise- the likes of which keep him parralel to the feline for the most part. But, not quite beside. No, as they move along, the distance twixt them grows, until it's appropriate for the girth of their intended prey. "That was the idea- Well, that or a giant, et we are far from their city, mon amour." The hybrid smirks, before simply adding in a slightly graver tone, "And I wasn't sure if you had forgotten- ...It...is a different experience being like this however...and I wouldn't want tu to thow caution entirely to the wind. You know?"

Satoshi doesn't quite have that same measured and precise aspect to moving, there's just a hint more speed to her steps than she's used to and it's throwing her off. To the point that her tone is markedly snippish as she growls, eyeing the mammoth between them with a mixed look of vexation and hunger. "Right...are you getting chopped up like the dragons, furball? Or is there an easier trick to killing you? I get the feeling ice is no good on you..." The animal just blinks and snorts through its trunk, only slightly put off at being addressed by a little feline that blends too easily into the snowscape.

Kasyr quite simply crouchs down in the snow, showing very little interest in pursuing the creature. But then, the tiefling was fairly easy going when it comes to this sort of thing, "I could count the ways, en fait- but a big shaggy beast, with a mass of hair, would be fairly flammable if such a thing were to start. As for Ice- no, not unless tu wanted to rely upon blunt trauma, tu know? The cold itself will not get to it. I suppose grievous damage to the head would function. Vitals et tout cela.Killing it from the inside out es also ...possible."

Satoshi continues eyeing, and chatting with, the mammoth while the tiefling talks. "Why do you have to be big? Big's a pain to kill. Although stupid is good. You have no idea we're debating how to end you right now. Isn't that nice~?" Pausing, she shifts her gaze to Kasyr to give him a perfectly deadpan look, even baring her fangs a bit at the very thought. "Fire? Really? You know me better than that..." And back to the mammoth she goes with a deeper frown. "Can't you just roll over and die? Is that too much to ask?" With the way she's fidgetting in place, it's highly unlikely she currently has the concentration to try a bit of internal damage by magic. And is very well tempted to test how effective pouncing a hairy elephant is.

Kasyr offers a faint shrug, before going back to observing the giant slab of meat, blood, and fluff. "...I know, I know, but I am ever one for practicality. I could maybe give it a lobotomato. ...Tomy. Tamale? Not right. ..Er. Lobotomy? Maybe. Anyways- Erm. Cook it's brain like a kobold in a dragons maw. There. I have my wires with moi enfin. Though- Well, it would be interessant to see you get by this." And with that, the hybrid becomes even less useful than he already was, curling up on the spot, if only to offer the feline a half-lidded gaze, "Maybe you can croon it to death, mon amour."

Satoshi simply gives the tiefling a flat look and a muttered, "I'll croon you to death... or somethin'." before she begins pacing, tail lashing sharply in her agitation. This particular movement is enough to trigger an instinct in the mammoth, a prowling predator of any size is not something to stand idly near. And so with a wary trumpet the behemoth begins shuffling backwards, which just provokes the peevish cat into stalking after its retreat with a quiet snarl. It's while she's eyeing the mammoth that her attention catches a lovely cluster of icicles--icy stalagtites really by size--hanging dangerously from the massive branches above. Now there's something she can use, and without much effort or thought required. "Head's up, love," the mage croons by way of teasingly warning him to both the mammoth stepping toward him and the incoming rain of frigid spears set loose with a faint nudge of magic. Mammoth-kabobs~.

Kasyr looks a cross between lazy and thoughtful; more the former than the latter, given the almost careless manner in which he went about making snow ang-..Avians. Yeah. Cause there's totally no angels in Hollow. That'd be ridiculous, "You know, It had never occured to moi how utterly convenient it es to be unhindered by the cold in a general manner. I'd likely be sneezing and complaining right no...oh. Looking out. Bien." And then he's moving- the hybrid deftly pushing off one hand so as to get on all fours- before he underwent a quick bit of hopping and scuttling to get clear of both mammoth and masses of mangling ice. "Do you have this one, mon cher- or are you hoping for any sort of assistance?"

Satoshi is halfway through answering, "I think I got it" when she's distracted promptly by a bellow, a series of wet thunks, and an earth-shaking thud. Luck's with the feline tonight it seems, as the ice has been kind enough to not only break through the thick hide of the mammoth but also hit a fair few vitals to produce a quick, clean kill. Well, clean by means of instant death, not so much the lack of mess. Because it's a rather lovely mess of blood amidst ice and fur that was Satoshi's fullest attention now. "Oh," is the only sound from her before she makes a dash for the felled beast and hastily finds the thick vein behind its already cooling ear. An icicle's gone and down the work for her there too, slicing it open in the downpour and leaving it streaming freely for the ravenous little cat to find and feed from. Which she'll happily oblige to in that oddly tidy fashion of quick eating she's known for.

Kasyr isn't tidy, though he's assuredly quick. Whereas the feline has a degree of finesse to what she does- the hybrids approach to the mammoth is far more visceral. Neatly hopping upon the felled body, the vampiric tiefling simply hops atop the fallen mound of hair- before finding a spot that seemed particularily promising and well, meaty. And then, without further ado- the hybrid begins to rip and tear through the meaty flesh. Like a good fairy tale esque amoral monster. ...That just happens to be dashingly handsome when not blood-soaked, "A good kill, mon cher- even if you did take a bit of time to discuss things over with the poor beastie."

Satoshi isn't exactly in an answering kind of mood. After all, there's fresh blood, and a large amount of it, and that's all she really cares about at the moment. But, all good things must end, and at some point the feline crosses that line that marks her as less hungry and more sated. Sated, and sleepy. A good meal will do that to ya. And so it's with a barely stifled yawn that Satoshi climbs her way atop the mammoth's carcass, to sit upon it and watch her tiefling with a half-focused interest. It's around then that she remembers to actually reply to his prior statement, albeit around another fanged yawn. "I didn't hear him complaining any. 'cept when the ice fell on him. ..Oops."

Kasyr gradually comes to a stop, taking somewhat less time to sate himself overall- if only due to his particular eating habits, and the sustenance he gains from devouring more than just the flesh and blood of the things he ate. Which, y'know, leaves him free to answer, "I think that was less complaining, et more gurgling, love.Trumpety gurgling. ...Trunkety. Heh. Erm, anyways. It has occured to moi, mon cher, that we were in fact interrupted." Pausing, the tiefling would simply allow himself to slide from his current position upon the mammoth, a mass of crimson left in his wake as he moves towards the feline, "Weren't we honeymooning? I think a fair bit more of each others company es perhaps in order...tu sais?"

Satoshi's reply comes in the form of a lilting purr as she more than happily nestles up to the tiefling. And that bit of insistant lapping up of blood on his cheeks and ears? Totally a cattish bit of grooming, has nothing to do with that whole vampiric bloodlust thing, obviously. At least somewhere during that she bothers to distract herself long enough to give a real response, even if she can't quite stop herself from drowsily nuzzling to him. "You won't find me complaining~. And, we've got a fair long while in each other's company now, hmm~?"

Kasyr offers a contented smile, before bloodstained hands find their way up into the felines hair, gently tugging her head back so he can press a kiss to her throat, "That we have~ So let's make this first eve memorable- and see if we can't outdo it. We always need a goal to aspire to after all, n'est ce pas?" And it's with those words that the following bit of impishness starts.

Satoshi said to Kasyr, "I think it's already been rather memorable. But, no harm in making it moreso~." Glancing at the mammoth, she quickly adds with a bloodied smirk, "I think Dumbo'd complain if we stayed out here, though. Back to the library? See about outdoing ourselves and all that~."

Kasyr said to Satoshi, "Lead the way, Madamoiselle. We do have kittens to look after, et such. Sort of. In a distracted way."

Satoshi leads the way, a-clinging to her tiefling all the while and murmuring something about kittens being capable of looking after themselves for a good, long while.