Violet
The streets had drastically changed from the calm scenery during the day, and it hit me like a wave.
The noises, the lights, the colours, and the crowds…
I stopped right outside the building, catching my breath. Whatever I had imagined the festival would be, this wasn't it.
It looked far wilder than the calm events I had seen in Fresna.
The street was packed with bodies, wolves in both their human and shifted forms, moving and laughing and calling to one another in a constant stream of sound. Torches and bright lanterns hanging from tall poles lit up the road, and they were of so many colours.
Makeshift stalls were open, along with other strange ones and the smell of spices different from what I was used to surrounded me.
And the wolves...
A lot of them seemed to wear strange costumes while others wore elaborate masks. A number of people also painted their faces with strange symbols and those in wolf forms had their fur painted with similar markings.
