Festival of Death Week 1
-Lets write a bit into the void. But well, I am a writer, so there should be more written Art on my blog, so I start with some Kukuri stuff, maybe I'll throw some nice own things sooner or later as well. Enjoy- content stuff i probably need to mention: drinking Festival of death 2018 Week 1 Beloyum wasn't too keen on visiting the festival this year again. Last year was already a huge annoyance to him. Too many people and Kukuri, too much noise and the food was mediocre at best. He was obviously ignoring the fact that he loved the snacks, due to him liking every snack, but it wasn't important. Revan and his little Rascal obviously stayed home. The little one shouldn't get too excited right now, after catching a cold and giving Prestoly a hard time helping him deal with it, the two Kukuri's decided that the little one shouldn't visit the Festival the first week. A lot of people meant a lot of difficulties and during new year they already had trouble keeping him safe around the fireworks. Well Revan had the trouble. Beloyum didn't really understood what the problem was that time. So they agreed that Beloyum would go with their handler, Revan was a much better dad when it came to just sitting around and doing nothing. So after their handler had finally decided to go, the hazel Kukuri followed him, making sure someone was there if he got drunk and couldn't find home again. Normally Lou could be trusted with this, but right now she had a lot to do on her own and Prestoly made clear he didn't want to bother anyone. After all it was just a chill evening at the festival. So they went. Most of the way, the hazel Kukuri stayed a bit behind. It felt so much more natural. Though right now he walked slowly next to his handler, who seemed also not too interested in hanging out at the festival. But the call for booze was always stronger. And deep down surely also the call to socialize a bit more. Prestoly disliked huge crowds, they reminded him too much of bad happenings in his past, as he liked to explain it to Lou. He never got much further. But in the end he needed others to keep healthy in a way. A healthy social life made a healthy person. Beloyum understood that and was happy that his handler at least found some excuses to go there as a cover up. It wasn't like they hadn't any booze at home, of course they did. But well, not quite like some proper booze as his handler said it. Both stopped at the start of the festival. A small petal covered archway was followed by a long street through the village filled with small booths and many, many people. It was the main way through the village, the sidestreets surely had even more interesting stuff to discover. Beloyum looked around, twitching his ears at the loud sounds surrounding him and he glanced at his handler, who was instantly more uncomfortable than before. His hand twitched in his pocket and he looked around more often than usual, with an unease that only came up when a lot of stimuli was around him. Especially from other people. The hazel rook tilted his head, before putting it down onto his handlers shoulder for a brief moment, waiting on him to breath calmly. Kara told him once he should make sure there was enough pressure on him, so he wouldn't fall into a panic attack, like cuddling, but Beloyum never understood that kind of social contact. His handler wasn't the cuddle type, so it couldn't be helpful in making him more calm to put him into a more stressfull thing. So they waited for a moment. A melody started to play somewhere, Beloyum couldn't figure out where it came from, but his attention got ripped away from it, the moment his handler started walking again. They went over the festival. Checking out the booths. Prestoly bought the hazel rook some small snacks, while searching for a booth where he could get some drinks. Beloyum chewed on the meat and smiled. The whole festival looked really beautiful. Everything was covered in petals and lights, the moon was outshined by it and not even the stars were as pretty as the festival. While walking through the main street, Prestoly started to smile from time to time, but as soon as he felt like there were again too many people around, it disappeared. The hazel rook followed his handler, smelling the air for booze and making sure that the people didn't came too close to his handler. He wanted to keep him safe. And comfortable. A small child ran around Beloyum and cheered. The hazel kukuri twitched with his tail and watched how it ran around, it seemed like it searched a hiding place. “Don't care that much.” Beloyum raised his head to Prestoly and tilted it. He looked at his kukuri and then looked around. “Just try to find the booth we need.” They kept walking, being disturbed for a moment by another child that ran passed them with loud noises. Yep, the first one definatly played with the second one. Beloyum sniffed the air and sneezed. That was the smell he was searching for, as much as it felt awful in his nose. Prestoly looked at his kukuri and then followed him, along the booths, ignoring all the people trying to sell small trinkets or tasty food. Sometimes even very creative food that looked more like art than food. They stopped at a small booth. An old lady looked up to both of them and smiled. “I almost expected you to ditch this day as well.” Her voice was so melodic. Even though Beloyum disliked the smell, it calmed him down. Prestoly sat down on a chair in front of the booth, while the hazel Kukuri layed down around it. “The days weren't right.” “Yes, yes. I believe so. The weather was lovely though.” She smiled and poured a drink. He looked at her and nod a bit. “Yes, it was wonderful to work outside. Is the business well?” “Solid.” She put the drink on the counter and then looked to Beloyum. “And for you some peachy water?” The hazel kukuri chirped in approval and she smiled, leaving them for a moment, which Prestoly used to take a sip of his drink. His face relaxed almost instantly and he sighed in relieve. “Still the best you can get.” he muttered between sips. He glanced at his kukuri, who looked up to him and twitched his ears. Prestoly smiled briefly, patting his leg and Beloyum took the invite to put his head on his lap, getting some scratches behind the ears. He grinnend and enjoyed the attention. The night felt so calm and soothing, even though people around them chattered, bought stuff and enjoyed the festivities. The old lady came back with a bowl and put it in front of the hazel rook, who lifted his head as fast as he could. Whatever the festival had to offer, nothing could or would beat the peachy water. Prestoly chuckled quietly and the old lady took care of some other customers, while the handler and his kukuri enjoyed the drinks. She glanced at them and smirked slightly. “I can assume it tastes good.” The handler looked at her and nod. “It is perfect, as always.” Beloyum chirped in agreement and wagged his tail, taking another mouthful. She joined them at the table, after it got more quiet around her booth again and smiled. “Did you watch the dancing already?” “Ah they are at it again. With all the fire and so on?” She nod and looked to the sky. “But this time they got some more people together, so not just fire is the main attraction.” The old man raised an eyebrow and took a sip, looking at her. “A handful of bender joined in. Last year the firebender must've impressed some people.” Beloyum licked his snout and watched them talk more about the attractions and grinned. His gaze was attracted by some hovering petals in the wind. The hazel kukuri watched them hover over the ground, carried around them by the wind and watched one twirl directly in front of him. He slowly raised a hand and watched it carefully. Waiting for the perfect moment, he stared at the petals and then: Striked! The petals flew all around him, up in the air and he glanced under his hands. No petal. Darnit! Music started playing and they looked up. A small group of people walked through the streets, playing music and dancing. The old lady smiled and got up, as more customers approached. Prestoly pet his kukuri, who watched the musicians and didn't seem to be too happy about it. The handler took another sip and watched the small parade. The musicians tried to include people around them into their little dance and musical number. To Beloyums surprise the people really liked it, for him it seemed more like an annoyane, especially the sound. “They really got a lot better with their number, didn't they?” Prestoly looked up at a man and nod a bit. “I have to agree.” The man sat down and grinnend at them. His armor reflected the lights around them, but it wasn't blinding at all. As if the armor absorbed part of the light. The hazel kukuri looked at the new person and watched him drink a sip. Another kukuri, with elf ears, joined them. Laying down behind the new person, while Prestoly seemed to not be that interested in the new kukuri, Beloyum couldn't just ignore that new kukuri. It smelled immensly funny, as if it had burned itself somewhere. “But I am not a big fan of all the festivities.” “Just here for the drinks?” “Partly.” The man in the armor smiled amused and leaned back in his chair. His kukuri snarled and layed the head on the ground. It didn't close its eyes, but it seemed to be sleeping somehow. Beloyum watched him and then got distracted again by the music and the festival. The people started to join in more and more, clapping in tact to the beat of the music. Prestoly and the man kept talking and drinking, while Beloyum watched the dancing and festival. The people seemed really happy. While the people danced through the street, Beloyum watched and smiled a bit. Even though he didn't enjoy it as much as most, Death surely would see the effort and appreaciate it. At least the hazel Kukuri hoped so. His handler and the knight drank through the night, while the people danced and the kukuris cheered and joined in. As the sun rose, Beloyum yawned and got up. Both handlers were drunk and probably half asleep as well. The hazel rook nudged his handler carefully, until he reacted and looked at him. “Seems like we should head home, don't you think so ghost?” Beloyum nod and twitched his ears, looking at the other two. Both didn't move, but they didn't seem any different from before. Just with less motion. Prestoly got up and looked around. The people scattered more into different directions since the sun started to rise. The festival wasn't long from over, but everyone needed a bit of a break after all. His handler got up and stumbled to the side. Beloyum catched his handler, before he could fall to the ground and let him on his back. He did drink far too much, but he socialized, so Beloyum wouldn't grumble about it. He looked at his handler who glanced for a moment back at this drinking companion. But then they started to walk home. The hazel kukuri smiled and took a deep breath the moment they left the festival for good. The air felt so much fresher without all those people around them. “Well, that was a nice night, wasn't it?” Beloyum snarled in agreement and Prestoly chuckled. He still looked very tired and drunk, but better, somehow. They kept on walking and then looked back a last time. Death's statue spread her wings, covered in flowers and colourful trinkets, while the sunshine bathed it and the festival in a calming pink. Beloyum smiled and turned back to his way. Death would surely be pleased, this was a beautiful night and it was just the first week. It would only get better.
