Nikita Valesta - Cleansing Alexia

Alexia 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 her. With each footfall that progressed around the circle, he used the branch to draw glyphs in the air much like a child with a sparkler would write their name. The teardrops of purity and cleansing, the swirls highlighting the rite itself, the spiral of the Wyrm with a determined slash: these were the shapes which hovered in midair and blended together to form a circle around the young woman.

Even as he moved his shape began to swell and change. Muscle rippled underneath skin which grew darker in hue, the hairs multiplying and thickening from a layer of fuzz right through into a rich dense coat of black fur, the clothes seeming to blend in and allow the development of a thick bushy tail. The height increased such that he was looming over her with all nine feet of the warform, yet was that even noticed when compared with the warping of his face? The nose and mouth extended outwards into a muzzle, ears extending upwards, long delicate whiskers sprouting but most of all, the development of very sharp, long, pointed, sharp incisors and canines, their sharp tips glistening with saliva and ohmygodtheylooksharp. The only thing that kept the same was the glow in those piercing dark eyes, yet the twin madness and fire seemed all the closer to the surface in this form.

Despite the weight and size of the beast, barely a sound was made other than the light scratching of nails across the concrete floor. The branch seemed almost like a toy gripped in those massive paws, the obsidian black claws shining in the reflected light from the ember. The circle of smoke hovered around the two now as a thick solid body separating them from the outside world. The sounds coming from Nathaniel’s throat were like a low hunkering, an unintelligible language that nonetheless sent shivers down the spine.

From the ground he picked up the flask of clear liquid and stalked towards her, ears pricked forwards and tail held high. His arms moved above her in arcane gestures that in some way seemed to be related to the previously drawn glyphs of smoke still hanging in the air encircling them. Words, if they could be called that, sounded in the Garou tongue in a low rumbling growl, his piercing gaze pinning her down to the seat and seemingly to see through to her very soul.

The flask in his hand was tipped. As a trickle and then a gush, the clear liquid cascade down over her head like a rainstorm washing away the dirt and cleansing the impurities. Surprisingly cool and yet invigourating, one could almost swear that the water seemed to sparkle on contact, or was it just optical illusion?

“Grandfather have mercy on this young kinfolk, touched as she is by the Corrupter. Bring your cleansing rains to her flesh that she might be purged of taint.” Had the kinfolk been able to understand, she might have had another of her infamous temper tantrums. The howl that followed it was hauntingly eerie to start, a high pitched note that rapidly descended into a rumbling growl reverberating in his chest before escaping from his mouth to fill the warehouse. “But spirits of the Wyrm, flee while you can. There is no home for you here and no soil in which you can plant your seed. Run in fear and spread the word that the Teeth of Gaia chase after you to rend you apart. Be gone in all thankfulness for our graciousness in letting you exist at all. GO!”

The sunlight streamed through one of the skylights and seemed to bathe inceptor and kinfolk in a blaze of golden light, the water tingling as it contacted the skin and seeming to cover her in a warm fuzzy feeling. By the time the dazzle had disappeared and she was able to see once more, Nathaniel was back in his homid form packing away the remainder of the equipment, the branch cold in his hands and the remains of the smoke drifting away in the air.

Nikita got up and looked at Alexia sitting as stunned in the chair. In her heart, she was thankful that Nathaniel had the power and will to perform the rite, for she herself felt weak. Without the link to the pack, she felt blind, dead and mute and her mind were somewhere entirely else. She walked over to the corner where she kept the leather and got out some notes... she looked at them and picked up a soft piece of hide. it was perfect for her need and as Alexia left the warehouse, Nikita went to work.