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Nikita Valesta - RumourmillingHer strict self-caught meat diet served more than just one purpose, and soon enough, Nikita found that the Haunts basement could hold no more skins. She had a mighty fine collection and in a few months, they would be done, the tanning would be complete. The heavy winter furs were beautyful, but with each hunt, she could feel that the winter was approaching - she was lucky that she had taken the ban for as long as she had and in the periode that she had - yet the hibernating ones had not fallen to slumber and all the prey that she found were fat and ready for the winter. She lived well and with the hunting prayer that Hakeem had taught her, her luck were lasting at least for now.
Walking among the drying skins, she smelled the tan, smelled the distinct smells on the air, and walking among them, she thought back, remembered the dream. The dream where she had found Svetlana, her ancestor. Nikita was certain now... the young Galliard had to be her own ancestor.
Still she had not had the co
Nikita Valesta - Night in the TowerIn the dead of the night, the moons silver rays were shining down on Nikitas torso. She had stripped down to her waist, Lunas light comming in through the windows in the tower of the Haunt, bathing her, caressing her skin with a light that tickled over her.
Nikitas face was a troubled frown. She had been vulnerable, more vulnerable than she would care to admit. Moot Point had snuck up on her. He was a ragabash and she had been busy reading the board, leaving her with her back to the sept. She had not seen or heard him. She just remembered a flash of light and then... nothing.
As she had woken in the basement, it was to the sound of fighting going on outside. She was sore, her head feeling like it was split and when she moved, she could feel clumps of dried blood in her hair and her ear was sticking to the floor. The metallic tang of blood reached her nostrils and she tried moving, only to find out that she was bound.
Her mind was reaching out, calling for her packmates. screaming for t
Nikita Valesta - Call from WestI am sitting on the bench in Cliffside Park. How did I get here? I am waiting, but who am I waiting for? The ocean seems still, quiet as if it is waiting too. Who are we waiting for?
What is this silence? where are all the sounds? I am looking up and I see the seagulls fly, but they are silent. I look at the trees, and there I see the crows sitting silently on branches, looking out to the horizon. Around me on the ground I see cats and dogs, I see mice and rats. They are all silent, they are all still, waiting, looking to the west like I am.
Who are we waiting for? I cannot speak, I do not want to speak, I just want to be left alone, sitting, looking to the west while I wait.
What is to the west? The western wind, the sunset, the horizon, the ocean, but even the ocean is waiting. Is it looking to the west as well?
What is it we are looking for? Will I know it when I see it?
There is a rustle, a rustle of movement. I look around and I see that all the ones that were sitting are now stan
Nikita Valesta - The Diary VIIWhen Nikita finally found a silent moment to sit down and read the old - and by now rather dusty - diary, it was with shivering hands. She had read this far, and the diary had taken her into a dream where she had met Svetlana - her ancestor? But... what would happen now? Had she changed the past? Had all of this actually happened because of her actions back then? She found the bookmark and opened the book, tugging her legs up in the sofa in the library.
A couple of pages had been removed, but where they were, Nikita had no idea. She turned her eyes to the next chapter.
April 12 1914
Ghost of Tomorrow. They are calling me Ghost of Tomorrow. It was really strange - it IS really strange. There was a ghost in the camp. First Rose found her and forced her to take shape. An actual ghost who claimed... to be my descendant? Her name was Death Proves Strike and when First Rose touched my forehead, I could actually see her. She looked just like me, apart from her few scars and that necklace. She
Nikita Valesta - Learning from WolvesThe morning was early and Kita was far out on the outskirts of the city. Her nose was to the ground and for once she did not have any camouflage up to hide her true form - she was a wolf and she was moving by scent and sights, she was not going to summon the spirit for this one, she had to track it down and find it herself. Her search brought her to the edge of the citys territory, but she continiued into no-mans-land, the area where no sept held domain. She put her senses to the test, moving along tracks and sidetracks, staying focussed untill the track was strong enough for her to follow quicker.
Her every sense alert she moved through the edge of the trees, sniffing the air and the ground, closing in on her target and when she found it, it was while it was hunting alongside another wolf. Kita slunk up next to them and side by side they hunted.
The moon came up as the three wolves, the grey, the brown and the black, followed the scent of a prey, the other wolves seemed to know exactl
Nikita Valesta - A dream or a visionThe tower was silent. Windows were creaked open, so the chill wind could reach inside, and there, Nikita sat. Between her fingers were the knife, the sharp steel blade and the smooth white bone handle in the shape of a leaping Pegasus, wings reaching back and extending over the bottom of the blade.
Her breath calming, she saw a figure forming before her minds eye, she saw the body, the legs, the wings... but this was not the calm, loving face of Pegasus, this was something else. The outline formed, solidified and the knife in her hand became warm. Her heart started beating harder, the deep, rushing sound filling her ears untill she could hear nothing else. He turned and faced her and the wild, untamed rage in his eyes made her own rage boil.
I am a child of Pegasus
I am His wild daughter
With His guidance, I roam
In Pegasus' name, I act
When she opened her eyes, her mouth was full of the taste of blood. Her ha
Nikita Valesta - The little rebellionThe cats were everywhere, the cats were the hidden eyes of the alleys and shadows, but the cats were only so many and only able to do this and that, so it was time to look further.
her eyes went upwards, to the umbral skies. On the ground, the cats were the rumour mill of all times, but they were confined to the ground. Gossip loving and proud, yet relatively easy to please, the cats were mainly south of the river and Nikita had invited them to Clinton as well, had expanded their area of influence. If she were to strengthen the network, she ahd to look beyond the cats, and her eyes fell on the nightblack birds of the sky. Crows, ravens, scavenger birds. Mouthy - or beaky rather - they were the flying eyes, the rumours on wings, and those were the ones Nikita reached out to.
She started slowly, approaching them, taking their form while they hopped around on the ground, but she was bound to the ground, not posessing the ability to fly, she listened, she shared.
She took her time, she had
Nikita Valesta - Calming the DefendersWhen Mikhaila had left and the others were headding back to the warehouse, kita looked around. One seagull was on the BBQ and a few others were lying dead on the table. She went over and killed the grill, pulling the smoldering bird off and picked up the ones on the ground. It was not pretty, but it had to be done. Quickly she pulled the grill over to a container and after making sure it was completely dead, using the water from the harbour, she dumped it in there.
The gulls she put into a bag and took with her.
When she came back to the Haunt, she took out the dead seagulls and put them on the ground, one by one, lined up in a parade - it was the least she could do, a last respect to the dead Eyes.
She sat down on the ground with a little sigh and grabbed the shovel. Three holes were dug and each bird were arranged, their feathers nudged back into place and their wings folded as she placed them in each their hole and covered the holes with dirt. It was not much of a ceremony, but it w
Nikita Valesta - An unfortunate familyOwl had taught her the gift to let her hunt for individuals who had broken Gaias Laws. No taint had to be pressent, which was good, because Nikita did not really like using it in town... too much wyrm around, she usually got a headache from it. In the dead of the night, she stopped, closed her eyes and took a few good breaths as she cleared her mind. As she opened her eyes again, her mind were focussed and her eyes saw the world differently. White and orance shades flew in the air around her, but in one small house up ahead, she saw a different colour. The orange shade pulsed with a sickly green colour. Veins of crimson and black flickered across it and Nikita knew... just KNEW... that this was the one she was looking for... this was the one she was targetting. Looking around, she took note of the house.. and then she went hunting.
It did not take long for her to find a mouse, and it was caught and killed and put away... she did not have much time.
Reaching through the umbra was the ea
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