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Nikita Valesta - Cleansing AlexiaAlexia was tainted. It was not bad, but it was the faint smell of something bad.. it probably rubbed off on her during her work at the shelter and Nathaniel thought it best ot cleanse her. Nikitas mind were elsewhere, so she did not mind it, she just leaned back on the crate and watched the one who she trusted enough that she would not object to him taking Alphaship of the Pack. She watched him go to work with an approving nod.
With a low click and a beautiful blue spark, the branch was lit to a small flame. The Shadow Lord theurge brought it close to his lips and murmured a few soft words to the Sun God Helios before blowing gently. The flame flickered out but an amber ember still shone at the tip, a trail of sweet woody smoke emerging as Nathaniel coaxed continued life out of the burning branch. “With the sacred wood we form a circle, to pin down the taint into a form where it can be removed.”
Nathaniels careful steps were almost like a ritualistic dance as he moved about
Nikita Valesta - Making Plans - Vengance IIThe morning had been something of a revelation to Nikita.
First somethinged happened, then something else and by noon, when she had cried and screamed and roared and kicked, she was calm enough to think rationally again and the plotting and planning began anew
First scenario: Dude is in a room by himself. No one is in the room, and there are no guard outside. She'd then produce a syringe full of Potassium chloride from her purse, something that she'd get from one of the many Home Improvement stores in town - the stuff being sold for using in the water softener installments.
After the injection is complete, she'd leave through the Umbra the way she came in.
Second scenario: Dude is in a room by himself. There are windows with people walking around just outside. She'd wait untill the night falls, enter the room, inject him through one of his life support tubes. Leave through the umbra.
Third Scenario: Dude is in a room, but someone else is with him. Wait for them to leave or fall asleep
Nikita Valesta - When I became WomanNine years ago. Nikita was twelve years old and she was getting more and more rebellious by the day. Every time she got a new task from the Aunts, she hated it more and more. Once or twice she plain out refused to participate, but the consequenses were harsh every time, so she learned subtelty - letting the wise words and barked orders go in through one ear and out through the other.
Eight years ago, the thirteen years old Nikita found out that when she was working on something, the Aunts would pretty much leave her alone, so she got to work researching, drawing and embrossing. A lot of bracers were made but eventually she made the perfect one - a little naked faerie girl with dragonfly wings looking down from the flower she was sitting on all fours on top of. She took all the time in the world to ensure that it was perfect in every detail - as much as her skill at the time would allow.
Two years later - at the age of fifteen, she was at it again. She found refuge from the increasing d
Nikita Valesta - The Diary IIIThe weather was not too bad, so Nikita was once more at the docks, sitting on her usual bench, reading the diary.
December 29 1913
It is almost new year and I seriously hope that the new cycle will provide less idiots than this one has so far.
First Rose was so sad. She was actually crying. I have never seen her that devestated before! I was visiting her in the Dawn garden to help her cover the ground with spruce branches against the frost as I promised her a while ago. Claws if Moves was there with his pack and they had just been in combat, there was still blood and gore on the ground and by the old white oak lay a creature that could only be of the Wyrm. CiM clawes his name into the trunk of the tree while FR was just walking around in the mess.
CiM actually had the nerve to tell her to stop crying over dead plants - the asshole! That garden was FRs child and life. They had not seen me, so I stayed hidden while she cried in anger and pain and told CiM that the day would come when he
Nikita Valesta - DreamscapeNikita was running. Her eyes were bleeding and she pressed her hands against them to keep them from falling out, stumbling over the citys asphalt, tripping over roots that shot out of the ground to grab her hold her down. She kicked and screamed, but was only held tighter. Red Alert, Scarhide and Death and Taxes, they all came and tore at the roots untill she was let go and she got up and ran again. On four feet the grass was nice and she came to a stop, looking at the cat that had been running along her side the whole time. She nudged it and it nudged her and they both sat down, stretching. They were looking down over the edge of the warehouse, looking down at the weaver highway and the spiders scuttling back and forth like ants down there.
Nikita was watching them and then she spotted the small blackish creatures underneath and between the strands of web. She stood up and nocked an arrow, pulling back the string but she could not let go. She yelled at her hand to let go, but it refus
Nikita Valesta - The Diary IIDecember 2, 1913
I am so sick of those Silver Fangs. We were four of us headding out to hunt, we were four in on bringing down the beast, four set of teeth to pierce its hide and hold it down, four set of claws to bring out its blood, and yet still the moron to Laughing Danger the Fang No-Moon descided that we only managed to kill him because of his cunning and wisdom. ANYONE could have spotted those tracks, and just because he sees them first does not mean that he's the only one that saw them... he did NOTHING that would justufy that he should be the one praised above the rest of us. Stupid Ragabash - some day I am going to have to deal wiht him, do it the Fury way and show him who is the weaker member of the species!
Kita ponderd... so the Fury who wrote the diary had problems wiht male garou sticking their noses into the air and claiming the honor... at least it was not something new, and she was getting a warm sympathy towards this young Fury and her promise to settle the pecking o
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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