Beltane - Ride with the Thiasus! (possible PG13 rating)

[Mr. Pooka]

Ride with the Thiasus!

So you think you're cool? Are you cool enough to even try and keep up with these Women of the Wild Revel?




Howls and Twirls and Fire Leaps and Drunken Songs all come at you at once in a frenzy!


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The Contest!

Win a chance to be... Transformed! Join the Maenads or perhaps just try to follow the Thiasus.
You must prove you are made of the right stuff through a post or PM (to Mr. Pooka here on the RP forums). Posts are preferred if possible but if you are concerned that your entry may be beyond a PG13 sort of rating please PM me your entry. (unlike the Maenads, err on the side of caution for this one, (-8)
In your post you must show the image of the Sphinx who is entering along with an RP post describing them at their wildest trying to draw the attention of the Maenads. You may add up to 3 thematic images to enhance your description.
There will be TWO winners from this contest, one chosen by me and the other determined at random from all of the entries!
You have until 12 hours after this post to post/PM your entries!

Oh, what do you win? Right! You win a Maenad makeover. If you enter a female Sphinx into this contest you will get a Maenad conversion (possibly adding new traits, costume pieces, colour changes, new cert background... the sky is the limit!). You may enter a male into this contest who, if he wins, will also get some sort of makeover from joining into the ranks of the Thiasus but it probably won't be as extreme... probably...

[Angel_of_Music]

Aleta, normally not one to really go wild, but this was a day to let go and have fun. Already in the floral part of it thanks to her coloring and markings, she could easily hide in some flowers and disappear, but not today. She wanted to show that she had a wild side, even if she often kept it hidden. She was often seen as quiet and some thought her shy. Well not today. She had some wine with her and was indulging in it...or more like her third glass of the day. "Everybody dance!" She called out and started to shimmy around the open area to do so. Doing her best not to spill her wine, she moved about with grace and sang out. For one who was close to being tipsy, she managed to not step on anyone's paws. A slight bump into a table and she looked to see some flowers and ribbons. "Oh these will be perfect." She purred and fashioned herself a Beltane skirt out of the ribbons and flowers. "Back to dancing." And dance she did with her new 'skirt'. A sip here and there while she danced, a handsome male was spotted and she moved over to him and tapped his shoulder. "Happy Beltane." She purred and planted a kiss right on his lips!


Her skirt


The kiss

[kaats711]

A reptilian pair of eyes blinked at the firelight from the forest. A menacing tongue flicked through the darkness and then a paw with outstretched claws dug in a tree beside the eyes.  Sarga's snakelike head emerged into the light, "They want wild?" she hissed, "I'll ssssshow them wild." She retracted her claws and slunk towards the revealers. She moved silently towards the dancer, like she was hunting prey, and emerged behind a handsome sphinx dancing blissfully unaware. She tickled one of his ears with her tongue and as he turned in that direction she appeared on the other side of him, mouth agape, fangs bared, and hissed violently. The poor handsome sphinx boy nearly cried with terror. She laughed with glee. The other revelers look warily at the newcomer. She gazed back unabashed, her eyes lighted upon another handsome youth, "You there," she commanded,"Dance with me." The youth came as close as he dared as Sarga began to enticingly swirl her hip and gyrate to the rhythmic music. She flicked a claw out and guided his eyes up towards her own. The fire danced in her swirling, frightening eyes and the youth was entranced. Trapped in her gaze they danced closer and closer, Sarga hypnotizing the boy further and further under her spell as the music pushed to a frantic pace. Dancing faster and faster the boy was unable to break free, Sarga grabbed a bottle of wine from another dancer and drank deeply. And the the music reached it's frenzied climax she dumped the rest of the wine out on the youth's head. He blinked, the spell of Sarga's gaze had been broken, he was confused, wet, and embarrassed. Sarga led the crowd fit of laughter. "Chin up, boyo," she chided,"Pretty young thingssss like yourself can't keep up with the likesss of me." She swaggered back towards the forest, her hips swinging, and more than a few males stares following her back into the darkness. 

[xlostxdestinyx]

Selenia




Selenia swayed through the Beltane festival in her own slinky style, her eyes searching for the Maenads. It was very seldom she tried to impress anyone, most being deemed unworthy of her attention, but tonight she was on a mission. "I have to impress them" she thought to herself. She would make a perfectly dark addition to their ranks. She stopped by a table to refresh herself with another glass of wine, then used every bit of seductive appeal she had to move in time to the music, her eyes closed, her dark curves moving in hypnotic swirling motions. Her hips moved faster and her whole body curved in dangerous angles, as she lost herself in her dance. Her eyes opened and seemed to glow in the moonlight, and a wicked smile crossed her lips. She pawed menacingly towards a nearby peasant, and hissed. When the dance reached it's peak she twirled around and around, as if she was under the influence of some magical spinning spell, and then finally slowed down, and stopped all together. Satisfied that she danced with agile perfection, she reached for another chalice of wine and turned to flirt with both a male and female sphinx that had watched her a few moment back. "Did you like what you saw?" she purred. "Perhaps we can go somewhere else in a bit, to get to know each other better?" She gave off a deep throaty laugh, her velvety voice carrying across the crowd, hopefully to the maenads. "This night shall see all my wilder side has to offer, I can promise you all that much" 

[Minkey55]

Haliai smiles a flirtatious smile as she sauntered into the wild party currently going on. This was her kind of event. not like the boring parties at the temple her adopted mother forced her to go to.
Taking one of the offered bottles she downed it's continence and moved through the crowds of gathering women partying.
walking up to one playing the music for this party she smiled and winked at the younger one playing.
"Let kick this up a notch shall we." leaning in she whispered her plan into the poor musicians ear who then passed it about the others.

Moving out to the centre of a dancing ring that had been slowly forming the music started to pick up and the soft slow sounds of a Greek Zorba drifted into the mix.
"now we dance." she said garbing a partner at random and swinging them around into her arms keeping the tempo of the music.
As the music speed up Haliai changed partners at random some keeping step much longer then others and some failing almost straight away. She didn't care she just wanted to dance faster and faster.
As the number of dance partners started to wane she grabbed some ribbons from another dancer and span danced twisted and jumped until the music paused for the moment at the end before starting another song.
grabbing a drinking horn from another walking past she downed it's continence before jumping back in to the dance.
this was looking to be a fun night.


((wow blast from the past dancing cat with ribbons post XD))

[Fanta]

She was caught up in the song of the maenads. Their allure was enticing and Ovesi was unable to break away. Lulled by their sway, Ovesi slinked closer towards them, through the crowd that had gathered. Everyone was dancing, which was infectious and she found herself twirling along, laughing manically as she partnered up with random other Sphinxes-male, female, young or old she didn't care. She just needed to dance to garner the maenads' attention as she gave out kisses left and right, flirtatious batting of eyelashes and a cheeky flick of her tail before moving to the next lucky Sphinx for her attention.

Along the way she picked up drinks to loosen her steps and her smile as her steps became more intricate and she wove a dance that took her across the floor, weaving between folks. She was a flash of lavender and bright cyan eyes as she glanced towards the maenads, her voice rising to join the near frenzied rave that had taken over the atmosphere. High laughter, sometimes on-key singing with trilled wails of delight. This was her gift to the maenads, to be the most raucous individual.

Eventually she found another flagon of drink, and she hoisted herself onto the table to toast high and proud. "To the maenads! May they never leave our company, let this dance continue!" she crowed before downing the drink in one go.

[shlee]

Paw reader or no, Jolene's passion was dancing. And Beltane was the perfect holiday for her to lose all of her inhibitions and let loose, dancing with whomever would come her way. The drinks flowed freely, the fires shone brightly, and Jolene swayed with an unceasing energy and passion, hips moving to the music, her slender and lithe form slinking between party goers and revelers. Even when others had had too much and needed a break, Jolene kept dancing. She would find every single person, wallflower or center of attention, and through her own passion for the dance get them to rock their hips with her.

For her, it was never about attracting attention. While it wouldn't be unwelcome, it was the freedom that the festival allotted that attracted her most. And it showed. It would be hard to miss her in the crowd, the never-ending undulations of her form wending around groups of partiers and her light-colored hide easy to pick out in the light of the fires. She danced with abandon, head tossing back more than once to let out a whoop and a laugh of pure joy and bliss.

[melodysangel]

Andrea took a look around and grinned when she saw the commotion. 'children', she mused to herself, and rolling her eyes she boldly made her way to the bartender, where one of hte locals was busy challenging those in the vicinity to a bar duel.

'Ill take you on', the female softly purred, 'But if I win YOU belong to me'

She did not allow the other speech when she gracefully threw up her paw.

'Just to add some spice to the mix.....lets see just how much we can tearrrrrr up the joint, shall we?'

She smirked, her eyes glowing int he dim light before slamming her paw on the bench to draw all eyes on her.

'Begin.'

Eying the ale keg the other was frantically immersed in, the female rolled her eyes and went for the best Grecian wine. Bold--but more importantly--potent.

'i didnt realize my competitor wished to drink water!' she taunted, before taking her glass and swigging it down in one sweep.

But it did not satisfy the sphinx. She took another..then another, and then a third. Holding the glasses by her paws and tail, she moved and swayed her hips, further taunting hte male with a showy dance. Not only was it flashy, but she did not spill a single drop of wine.

Time passed as the female continued to drink and dance an alluring and toxic performance while the one that challenged her slowly began to pass out.

On her final glass, the female grabbed a vine branch, and, with a glass still secured by her tail, she hauled the drunken male off of his seat and on his paws.

'Dance, boy!' she called out, her voice echoing through the entire cavern. 'You are MINE and you will dance!'

The female purred and continued her dance, transferring the wine glasses to her paw and balanced above her head so she could keep a firm hold of the male she had claimed with her tail.

It would be a long night. And the female was all for it.

[ayaka]

The Beltane was always an event to look forward to. You simply could not ignore the festivities going on nor could you ignore the drunk brethren...even if you tried. But tonight Sumizome ignored those with less brain cells for she was on the hunt for these so called Maenad's. She wanted to simply show them a fun time or at least what she thought would be fun. You see she loved to work with certain type of "toys" if you will and those "toys" always left your world rocked by the end. They could hurt and fascinate others or just out right scare the crap out of some or like her they could cause pleasure. With a gleeful smile Sumizome slinked through the dancing crowd hiding the oh so wonderful toys trying to reach her destination of where everyone was gathered. Once she reached her destination her smile turned into one of mischief before a startling "CRACK" was heard. In a couple of seconds another "CRACK" was heard and that's when Sumizome giggled and ran out of the crowd quickly before a loud shattering "CRACK","BOOM" was heard and Sumizome laughing happily while high tailing it out of there. She so loved explosives wither they be firecrackers, C4's or C9's she loved them all and hopefully the Maenad's would love them to.

[Hedge]

Caught up in the retinue, Annipe realizes too much wine has taken away all her rational. The atmosphere of neglect and abandonment is almost tangible. She no longer has control. The madness has her following the raving ones of the wild revel. Never before has she felt such pleasure, elation, delirium, and ecstasy while dancing. I'm not sure how or when she found the Maenad staff, but returning it is something she feels she has to do. That is until she stumbles, striking the earth with the thyrsus, watching in surprise as a stream of bubbles begins to flow. More wine!

This could be a disaster waiting to happen ... how much do you want to bet that she can't help but make more pools of wine?

[springacres]

Pelkha was normally subdued, even shy at times. But tonight... tonight was a time for revelry, celebration and dancing! Wine was flowing, and she partook as the cups were passed around, but it was the pounding drums and the call of the hunting horn that set her blood pounding and her feet dancing. She had no particular skill as a dancer, she simply moved as the music called her. With each circuit of the fire, each passing of the cup, the music grew wilder and Pelkha grew more ecstatic, leaping and twisting as she mimicked the flames in front of her. Another circuit, another drink, and now she seemed to be spinning endlessly, spiraling out and back in towards the fire - or was it fires? - as a keening wail sounded from somewhere close by. A howl sounded, and then another, and only when Pelkha felt her throat start to hurt did she realize she had been making those unearthly sounds. All the while, she had the odd sensation of being both inside and out of her body, falling endlessly into herself. She screamed again, an ecstatic prayer to - which god or goddess? She could not say. She only knew that she must keep dancing, keep spinning, and that she could not contain this much joy.

[hotaru13]

Masika sashayed around the various sphinxes, occasionally gyrating her hips. She knew she could dance, and had been taking lessons from Kissa, who was an excellent Belly Dancer. Her new family told her that to catch the attention of the Maenads, she would have to step up her game, and she was ready to try. She concentrated on what she wanted and began to twirl and whirl. As she did she lithely grabbed at a bottle from on of the Maenad maidens and spun it end over end, not spilling a drop. Tossing it high in the air, she deftly grabbed a glass and caught the bottle upside down and poured a rich glass of wine and handed it to the Wine Mistress. Next she sauntered over to a fire and grabbed a couple of pieces of lit wood and began to toss them about her head and shoulders. Closer and closer she dared til they almost touched her fur. With a mighty roar she blew on the flames and spat fire at least 15 feet away from her. As she finished with the flames she put the firebrands down, wiped her mouth on a towel and bowed to the revelers.

[Moonlit_Arcane]

Though she had always been somewhat reserved, Hasima was coming to believe she had found her place in the world this night. One could blame the intoxication, as she had a glass of red wine gripped firmly in her scarlet paw, but she felt as if the whole experience was going to her head, not just the alcohol. As she lifted the wine to her lips, she met her reflection in the glass, her eyes decorated with glittery eyeshadow that gleamed and shined in the firelight. She realized, sheepishly, that she had lost count of how many glasses she'd consumed, and found herself giggling quite consistently at anything and everything, as she moved toward the roaring, celebratory fire. Her hips sashayed to their own rhythm, and her limbs felt loose and languid, a subtle buzzing in her ears not able to distract her from the myriad of other sensations, the sights and sounds of the celebration. As she began to move around the fire, dancing on light but clumsy feet, she achieved a manner of grace after a few moments as she adapted to the floaty feeling of her body. She brushed against other Sphinxes with purrs and loud bursts of laughter, bumping into a gorgeous female Sphinx which prompted her to smooch the other female upon the lips, a flush crossing her face, before she began twirling about the flames again. Once the glass of wine was empty, she recalled vaguely tossing it into the flames with a fierce shout, and with her paws free, she felt alive and inspired to grasp two nearby lit torches, spinning them around her, the firelight dancing across her red fur and shimmering along her fairy wings, as she threw her head back and shouted to the heavens. As the flames swirled and writhed around her, she surrendered herself to the sensations of the fire-filled night, her nostrils flaring as she took in the scent of smoke and excitement. As her swift movements finally extinguished the flames, Hasima came to a halt close to the same female she had lip-locked with earlier, her pulse fluttering rapidly in her chest as she bestowed another smooch upon the female with a sly grin, her fairy wings fluttering excitedly as adrenaline rushed through her veins.

[Cryptic]

Cereus took another swig of wine from the glass bottle in her paw as she danced amongst the flames and bodies that celebrated the night of Lá Bealtaine, her paws moving swiftly and nimbly. She just knew that her body was made for dancing, her soul on fire as the spirit of the night infected her, enriched laughter escaping her lips, breathless, as she danced and danced and danced. Her laughter got louder and wilder, her hair disheveled and her dark skin flushed with excitement as she took the torches attached to her hips and tail and lit them afire, swinging 'round and 'round in a mesmerizing circle of flame, the hoops of fire illuminating the night as she showed off her true calling, her eyes wide and reflecting the flickering firelight as her rouge and silver clothes decorated in filigree and ribbons swished about her, the silks reflecting the night light in a soft, mesmermizing glow.

As the music got faster and faster, her laughter grew more crazed and wild, her body making leaps and bounds as she whipped the stringed torches from her hips and into her paws, swinging them through the air to make wide arching patterns and the suddenly, the music was quiet, her body slid to a stop in a wide arc, the torches swinging in a semi circle before burning out into embers, her eyes staring straight at the audience as she breathed heavily. As the flames slowly burned out, a small smirk graces her lips, the last thing visible before her embers dissipated into the dark of the night.

[Mels]

((PM'd my entry as I wasn't too sure. Good luck, everyone!))