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Six-Paws - Mission to the breweryWhen I arrived with Bladebreaker-rhya, the scene was chaos. howls and screams and the stench of death was in the air when I leapt from the tunnel in the fence in Wolfen form. Worthy of Falcons Gace-rhya had leapt to the top of an ironwheel with a surviving witness inside. I jumped before it and took my birthform, claws ready as I snarled my challenge. It slammed into me and pushed me back, put py strength to the test, but I pulled at it and its course diverted. In stead of fleeing he was pushed off the road and into the fence and before he could even move, the others were all over him, tearing out his throat.
The brewery were still running, the dead men in there worked still and I stood guard by the door while the Shadow Lord they call Sees the Spirits-rhya took to the Umbra and the others went to search the buildings. After making sure that no hidden horrors lurked, I took up guard by the door, and that was when it struck me to look and see how the Shadow Lord was doing.
When I saw hi
Six-Paws - A Rite of PassageThe years passed and I grew stronger. I loved Stag's Laughter-rhya of all my hearts, and when time had passed and he thought me ready, I was brought before Brings the Antlers-rhya, Athro Fiann Philodox, but he refused. He sat on me and called me an abomination who should have been killed at birth. He refused to give me the Rite to face Stag and become a true Fianna. Stag's Laughter-rhya turned away from his tribe and went then to the Fenrir, whose now nameless brother had been my father in blood. They had seen the Fiannas answer and at first they refused, but Stag's Laughter-rhya spoke and howled, fought with them to let them agree, and after he bested two Fenrir Modi in combat, Golden Claws Bleeding-rhya, Adren Forseti of the Fenrir, stepped forth and agreed.
Golden Claws Bleeding-rhya took me down to the waters edge where Rans Daughter, the enchanted snekke belonging to the Fenrir of the sept, lay in the waves. He sailed the boat off the coast to a remote little island that was hardl
Six-Paws - Cursed childhoodMy mother and father in blood are nameless, for they have sinned, they have laid together under the moon and their forbidden love bore... me.
They belonged to the Sept of the Raging Storm, far to the east on the edge of the Atlantic ocean where the storms and the ocean is all that seperates the Fenrir and the Fianna living there from their homelands of old.
They were found out - the metis growing inside a female is impossible to hide and when the date neared for my birth, my nameless father came back from a patrol with his pack and he stepped forth as the sinner who had caused a spawn like me to leech on the insides of the Fianna Philodox, who had lacked the will to be the Lawkeeper and in stead became the lawbringer. The sept saw them and the sept judged them. Each one of them was given a klaive and they were set against eachother in ritual combat.
They fought slowly at first, not wanting to kill the other, but rather die themselves, but then as each strike hit, the silver caused thei
Six-Paws - A bitter memoryGarou shall not mate with Garou.
Garou shall NOT mate with Garou!
Garou shall NEVER mate with ANOTHER GAROU! And if you have any question about why, then look at this ... this abomination!
LOOK AT IT! It once had a twin, but now that twin is part of it, the smaller one has not been alive for who knows how long and this beast you see before you is all that is left. Its father and mother fought in ritual combat as were their judgement and when the weakling who dared calling himself a Son of the great Fenris fell for the claws of the Fianna who had laid down and willingly spread her legs for him, this thng started moving in her womb. It clawed its way out of her and brought her to the edge of death. It squirmed around in the guts of both of its parrents, finding its way to its mothers chest and sucked the life out of her chest with the milk in her breasts. She died while nourishing this creature, it tasted death before it was an hour old.
Allowed to live only because its mothers brother h
Nikita Valesta - Hyenas choise"Can I speak to Oliver Hanson please? Yes, it is about the James Ramos Fund for Women & Children. I'll hold.
"Hello Oliver, this is Nikita Valesta speaking. Yes. How is the fund looking? That sounds good. And what plans have we got? Mhm. Yes. Alright.
"Can you give me an update on the Africa-stuff we're doing? The one in... Africa's Horn, I think? With the floods, yeah, that program. How is that going? Please send the confirmation of that to my mail. I need to check something. I don't want us to help in the wrong place, yeah, so keep that one grounded for now. I'll call you again before new-year, and if you don't hear anything from me, continiue working with those guys.
"How about excess? I recall you mentioning it that we had some set aside for special Christmas donations. Sixteen thousand? That is perfect. Listen, Oliver. I want you to put some extra effort into the three homes where we have children pressent. Give them a christmas tree and pressents for the kids. Screw the fancy nam
Nikita Valesta - Unpleasant buisnessThree women, one the grandmother of some of the others. Two men... and a child.
Nikita examined them carefully. They were not of her tribe, and as such, she wanted to keep a professional distance. They all seemed to have the same wish, and their answers were curt at best. They knew who she was, they knew who her allegiance lay with, and the men, the one known as Karl in particular, did not hide their dissatisfaction with being locked away like this. it was only his common sense that kept him from saying something immensely stupid to the Adren Theurge as she asked her questions and went about her buisness.
Åsa, the cousin to Karl and Thomas, had already been released. She had been spared most of the horror and Nikita had concluded that she was perfectly fine mere days after their release, but the rest... 'Kita felt a bit bad about letting them wait for so long, but there was still so much work to be done before the Caern Building. Her questions was just one bit of it, but most would hav
Nikita Valesta - The SphinxNikita looked at the book in her hand. 'Cadian Blood', a book she had picked up so many times, but had been forced to put down again. Her time was strained at best, and some days she wondered how long it had been since she had slept.
The drain on her was not nearly as harsh as the drain on the Grand Elder, but it ws bad enough... for she didn't have the authority to do much other than stop the idiocy as it happpened.
The new people had brought new customs, and she hated how she had to walk on tip-toes around those people. Being around them, smellling the fresh air and the scent of dirt on their clothes made her furious, because it made her realise how much she hated this place, hated the city. She was not meant to be grounded and chained in this stinking sinkhole of a sept. She was a wolf! Born and bred to run free, to howl and to revel, to hunt and feel the lifeblood of her prey wash over her tongue!
Taking a deep breath, Nikita calmed herself. There was work to be done.
Today was one
Nikita Valesta - Labrys IIIThe sweat ran off her brow, down over her neck and shoulders in rivoulettes. After the dance of politics and mindless bullrushing mentality of the sept, it felt so good to come to the forge, to push her body and mind back into the creation of a weapon. It was just her and it - the glowing metal in the forge being worked into the shape she desired, into the form and into the weapon. The act itself - the proccess of crafting - was like therapy to her. In the forge, there was no hidden agendas, no knives, no babies hanging at her every word and looking at her as if she had all the answers. Beating her frustration out in the sept would not do - it was the forge that felt her frustration - the metal that felt the relentless pounding.
Slowly it toook shape. The head was shaped into the body of a rearing horse, the wings spreading out to either side, deadly and wide, the dual heads of the axe.
Breathing in rhyme with the pounding of the hammer, her heart fell into the rhyme as well, creating
Nikita Valesta - WarfeatherFinally, Nikita knew why she had felt compelled to look to the west. From the west it came. The summonning circle was drawn with the twin-headed image of an axe in the middle. Drawing was not her force, so it was a bit crude, but her meaning was pure and her soul was readied, having spent three days fasting and meditating, ritually cleansing her body and her soul before summonning the one she knew, the one she adored, the one she worshipped. It was not a scream of summonning, it was an alteration of the rite, a polite request where Nikita made the symbol and waited. The symbol drifted into the air, soft and dark against the late day sky.
Nikita waited for hours. She did not move, nor did she think of anything but the image of Pegasus, the aspect of War that made her heart beat extra fast as her very heart prepared for war in his mere presence.
She stood like that for three hours, waiting, hoping and keeping her purpose in mind.
As he came, it was with blazing eyes of fire and as black
Let the Sparrows InI.
Blackbirds rest on the power lines,
their silhouettes form the notation
to a dawn song set on the sheet music
of telephone poles contrasted by the sun.
Curled leaves are land mines littered
on the lawn where imprints of twigs
and a nurturing robin's tracks collect.
Branchlets and leaflets stem from
porch step railings and mailboxes;
the numbers read odd on the east,
even on the west side of the asphalt:
The engraved letters on
the siding reads, "Davis."
This house is home to family
so let the sparrows in.
with its branching hallways
furniture rooted to the floor
family, friends, the occasional
out from home.
Let the sparrows in; let
Let the door's
loosen—let the door stand ajar
be let open
the night owls and
let the doves
in pairs in the iridescent
Let the sparrows in.
Framed on either side
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