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“Why are you here?” The words weren’t questioning, no, they were accusatory in their tone, making Atticus smirk, he was in human form, one more familiar even than his ketucari one. It was a risk, his human form was known elsewhere, tied to a name that could expose him if he wasn’t careful…but he doubted anyone here would make the connection. The pale muscular male lifted his glass of some bitter alcohol and tipped it back, smacking his lips before crossing his legs and finally turning to face the source of the voice. Ah, so it was one of these freak of nature ketixi then? He knew of them, strange hybrids, and now the world was celebrating them. Atticus had interest in celebrating, no, he had interest in money, and an exotic creature like a ketixi could fetch Rairakku and the caravan a pretty penny. “It’s a festival isn’t it dear? I’m simply partaking in the…festivities.” He swirled the alcohol to prove a point and took a bigger sip, letting his mind travel over this ketixi, getting a

Kharma had to admit, the festival was quite a nice event to roam about, so many new faces and new experiences, he was almost overwhelmed by it all. He hummed quietly to himself, tail swaying behind him as he wandered about. He had found himself on the outskirts of the festival grounds, Velukaelo was a huge, strange world, but definitely gorgeous, that he couldn’t deny. He was really enjoying the sheer variety of fauna and pets he’d seen around the festival, some absolutely adorable and others looking as if they’d come straight from the wildest parts of the chasm itself. His paws continued to lead him forward, the bustle and chaos of the festival barely a hum behind him now. He sighed tiredly, finding a large well shaded tree he couldn’t help but feel it would be the absolute perfect place for a brief but much needed nap. He settled down and leaned his back against the tree, a tired yawn escaping his maw as his eyes drifted shut, sleep claiming him after only a few minutes. He had

Fleet was absolutely in his element, festival game after festival game, he’d been practically winning them all! So much so his bags were overflowing with prizes and gold from his feats and victories. He smirked, feeling excited and proud of his winning streak, before pausing to cast a frustrated glare at THAT game, that dreaded awful RIGGED game of RING TOSS!! He scowled, standing there fuming at the stand and it’s smug looking heldyr owner. He knew he probably looked insane, but it was the one game he just couldn’t seem to win, and it was driving the orange toa INSANE!! He growled, taking a minute to sit down and huff, trying to figure out just HOW he was going to win that stupid rigged mess of a game when a soft warm voice reached his ears. “E-excuse me? I couldn’t help but notice you seem to be angry with that ring toss tent over there?” Fleet growled, whipping his head around eyes narrowed. “Yeah?! What’s it to ya!” He looked the stranger over, noting they were a rixixi, dark

Seline huffed softly, the dalavash turned ketu was currently in her human form, arms crossed tightly against her chest as she pressed close to the large frizzle ryno beside her. Bee had insisted they go to the festival with the rest of their group, and while Seline admitted she was having fun, the sheer amount of people was starting to overwhelm her. Bee had immediately noticed the increasing stress in her girlfriend and had suggested the two branch off to get a snack and relax in a less crowded area of the festival, to which Seline had wholeheartedly agreed. The frizzle gently butted Seline’s side with her shoulder and smiled warmly at her partner, icy blue eyes sparkling with mirth. “So what do you think we should get to eat? I was thinking something fried for sure.” The ryno chuckled. Seline looked contemplative, running a hand through her hair and glancing at the many food stalls around them, a huff escaping her. “Bee, hun, I’m pretty sure like ninety percent of things here are

Lass was, to be quite honest, overwhelmed by the sheer crowd and chaos and NEW things around her. Her dads had taken her to the festival for some fun, and while it was indeed fun, it was also…a lot to take in at once! The rixixi and other new beings were awesome! It was just so much new and hard to process, she she had found herself hiding under a large tree near the festival grounds, having told her dads she would be right back, the young silkie had her head on her paws, wanting to get back to the fun, but feeling to anxious to do so. “H..e…llo.” A voice reached her ears and she started at the sight before her, a strange ixi with all sorts of…floating eyes…was smiling at her, her paws crossed politely in front of her as she nodded to the little kadin. “Oh um, hello…” She responded nervously. She sat up, smiling softly at the stranger, who sat a respectable distance beside her. “O..kay?” She asked, and Lass nodded. “Yeah, I could use a friend right now…things are a lot right now.

“We should definitely get something savory first!” Dos spoke confidently, the right head was very adamant about it, as she was about literally everything. “But I want something sweet! We always get savory first! Why don’t we mix it up this time?!” Tres, the left head, interjected, his tone almost pitiful in its pleading. “Oh would you two please hush!” Uno, the main head that made up Hellhound mumbled, feeling embarrassed about the spectacle the other two were making. He noticed the residents of Velukaelo were eyeing them strangely, not quite used to beings with multiple heads it seemed…except the otter-like ones! They seemed entirely unphased and were quite friendly towards the trio, even talking about a deity of theirs with two heads! Though Hellhound was partial to having three, for obvious reasons, at least he knew they weren’t alone! Hellhound had spent most of their life in a secluded forest on Nskantis, only recently allowing themselves to explore other worlds and the rest of