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Nikita Valesta - A packs totemThey got a totem now. Not quite the totem she had hoped for... that Chimera creature were freaky as damn. She was pretty sure that it had been checking if any of the pack had epilepsy, she she herself had been glad to see Twice Born, the skeleton mouse that was one of Owls spirits. She had hoped to find Owl, and knowing that the little dead mouse was still afraid of its brood master, she shielded it from Owls sight... even when the Mouse tried to get loose. She tried to calm the mouse down without angering Chimera, but had only managed to keep its tail and was ordered to pay contrition to Owl for offending his brood.
Kita wasn't too happy about this. She knew she would need the aid of Owl later on, and at this point in time, she had the need of Twice Born.. she needed eyes and ears in the umbra, still not trusting the Shadow Lords in the pack to relay all information they found.. why would they? they were Shadow Lords after all.
Erik had been teaching her the rite of Contrition.. whope
Nikita Valesta - The full spectrumIt had begun well. An hour in Bulls Pen cut short by Nathaniel sending a text message asking her to get to that little scrawny park. Grabbing her stuff she had gone home and taken a shower - she was considering the little place behind Sashas shop as "home" by now - and gotten dressed for trouble.
Headding to the park she quickly found it, and after another textmessage, she found the boys. Nathaniel, Vanja.. and later Erik arrived. It was something about a spirit, she never figured exactly what was going on, but it was something with a gang and harressing people. Nath went umbral and after a little while, Kita managed to get through as well, just in time to see the Shadow Lord get his stomach slized open by a gust of wind... a gust of wind created by an asian guy wiht a sword. Nath went into that cavewolf form that Nikita just couldn't get used to while she herself had taken warform. The bigger form had taken a bit longer than the cavewolf and Nath had gotten a first bite.. and another
Nikita Valesta - Settling downAfter having found Sasha, Nikita settled in Magid. She shortly met with the Shadow Lords that her brother had mentioned. Most of them were pushing her patience, but the Nathaniel type were the worst by far. Having had him one-on-one for a brief moment on the street had proven very profitable and now, she was free to focus on more pressing things - she had to find out the whos where and whys of the city, and for that, she had found the little man by the name of Pockets.
Twice Struck, the Metis, had been verbally pissed on by Pockets, and Nikita had pulled them apart and dragged Twice off the street and into Curiosities and More, Sashas shop. The thought of what had happened had made Nikita ponder her options.
The Fury tribe were a bunch of stuck up assholes (the ones she knew at least, but why would the rest be any different?), so there were not a lot of support to be counted on from there. Her primary support were herself, but the last few months had been dull, very dull, and she began
Wolverine's ChosenMany years has passed, yet still the story of how it started remains among the legends of the Fenrir.
He was born with his siblings as a wolf somewhere in the Fjells in Norway. His mother loved him as his litter mates and in heart he thought himself to be nothing more than a wolf. He grew up and grew larger than his brood and they submitted to him with few fights.
One day while the mists were playing and only the highest rocks were clear and feeling the warm rays of the sun, a new and odd scent arrived. The mother became nervous and called her cubs together and sent them back to the cave while the scent grew stronger fast.
Before they reached the safety of the cave, the cubs were attacked by a creature whole scent filled the cubs with fear and whole claws and teeth brought death and destruction. The cubs scattered in panic while the mother turned to fight this beast, trying to protect her children from the death that the Wolverine brought along.
The young cub saw his litter mates and h
The Tale of a TaleAround the fire they sit, friends and family, bonds braided into each other, binding them together with blood and honour, binding them together with friendship that goes deeper than blood, friendship that goes deeper than honour.
The flames dance in the middle of the circle, the fire gives light and warmth, the cold night is pushed back by Grandfather Fire's might and the people around the fire has happy faces and laughter is raising towards the moonlit sky. Luna’s mild face sends a soft light down over the camp, down over birds in the trees and deer resting between the dry leaves.
As time passes, the talking and laughing fades, leaving silence, everybody is listening, waiting. All know that something is about to happen, something that all enjoy something that will tie them together more.
It is as if the forest itself is holding its breath, waiting and listening.
The people at the fire look at each other, seeking an answer in the others eyes, and finally one of them smiles slight
Sidra Ears-to-the-WindShe was born as child to Pegasus under a moon which would turn into the full warrior moon only a few days later.
She went trough the rite that should prove her as worthy of carrying the name of Wolves and her tales and songs earned her the reputation of a voice sounding like she had a tongue made of pure silver, soft and rich, telling about dreams and hopes, of battles and pain, of love and hatred.
Being taught about the Spirits and the ways of the Wolves that walk between the worlds, Sidra grew and learned. She listened to the tales that the wind carried, and the songs that other Wolves brought along, songs about heroes and horrors. She sang the songs and told the tales about the Wolves that were and the Wolves that was still there.
Sidra, as her name among Humans were, sat for long hours, listening to what news the silent whisper of the air brought along when one day she heard a faint voice. It sounded like a thousand silver bells ringing and the sweet whisper of the first breeze in
Scouting into the DarknessThe Blight is vast, the blight is dead, yet slithering.. the Blight is a nasty place, the air reeking of corruption, but something is moving in there, a secret of great value to the Nation.. the weak point of the enemy
As Rukar walks in, the shadows are parting before him, the light seems to flood into the area under his feet, the shadows withdrawing from the steps of the Fenrir, one of Gaias chosen defenders, they are withdrawing, but beyond his reach, the shadows grow thicker, the darkness inpenetrable, and as Valerie watch his back, the Shadows well up, towering up over the lone Garou, the packless one daring to test their strength
All sounds drown in a scream that pierce the air like a thousand needles. Nothing gets by, not even the sounds of a single gaian spirit screaming in horror as the shadows wash over Rukar, the weight of the darkness forcing him to the ground, pinning him down as if a house just collapsed over him. The darkness fills his lungs, seeps in through his nostrils
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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