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Once the blindfold was yanked off, Belfast's brow quirked by a fraction. His smile was a lopsided one as he regarded the black-masked man with the red, red eyes. "I didn't know you were batting for the other team," the chocolate-furred man mused. Though, in truth, he was barely a man. Belfast had come into adulthood as of this spring. Meanwhile, this near-stranger seemed to be a year older, maybe two.

"I can't give you a discount next time you come," Belfast warned although his tone was playful as he began to walk out of the grove, the kiss largely ignored and shrugged off at this point. He assumed it had been a haphazard greeting, not an action with any true meaning.

After all, who sought truths of vast reflection at a ball as silly as this?

Of course, he had to wonder why a wolf seeking toxins was idling with the commonfolk. Was this for pleasure? Or for a nefarious purpose? He had caught sight of Xandria earlier so there was some military presence. Granted, he hadn't gone up to her due to a nagging fear that association with him in public would prove problematic in the future.

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BELFAST MOSS DE'ARC

spring — year 1708 — redwood

@Damon

hello hello hello

Faster than Damon could think the other male ripped his Blindfold off. ” Well someone is eager to see their Pixie” he teased mirroring Bellfast´s lopsided grin. It turned into unrestrained laughter as soon as he heard the young man´s first words. ” Oh i like both teams quite well. They have their positives and it would be boring to ignore one in favor of the other.” he explained, curious what Bell´s reaction was would be.

”Next time? Are you already missing me that much?” the giant winked and followed him out of the grove not yet finished talking. The brown-colored male interested Damon and he wanted to know more about him. ” Is this your first Festival? I can´t say I remember seeing you in one before.” While he was talking he searched for familiar faces be it friendly ones, or those he would rather evade.


ROUND ONE
@Belfast

"My scars are my memories"

Belfast's brow quirked at the flirtatious notes in the strangers voice, but he liked the man's explanation well enough. It suited the snowy ruffian. One who lived above the law—or so far underneath it that he couldn't be caught—was defined by freedom. Freedom in life, and thusly in love. He had wild red eyes that echoed with passion, perhaps past flings or assassinations or whatnot, and a smile that teased the stories without ever uttering a word.

"Aha," Bel laughed, caught offguard by the man's quip. "Alphonse surely is, you are a valued customer." And once more he felt the press of a shadowed memory—of him grabbing the tiny satchet with Damon's nefarious herbs. He brushed away the sudden tightness in his stomach, the lingering question of: what had they been for? If Damon never returned to the apothecary, Belfast could pretend that no other wolves would be poisoned.

"Ay," the chocolate wolf answered then. "I'm from another land, far.. far away." Dark ears twitched. "Never had anything like this." And he paused, well aware that he had said very little despite using so many words.

"And what of you?"

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BELFAST MOSS DE'ARC

spring — year 1708 — redwood

@Damon