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Post by Sage Zivaen on Jul 16, 2010 14:16:05 GMT -7
Sage was only half in as she ran, enjoying the free feeling of the wind in her fur. She hadn't felt this alive in a very long time, letting down a few barriers she never let down. It felt good to let the cool magick of the Luna wash over her, to feel as if she were underwater. Better than the fire she was used to, burning hidden inside of her.
When they approached the actual pllace where people were Arwyn shifted, and Sage took that as a sign to shift back herself. It took a moment for the change to come over her, but it was smooth like glass. There was no pain. It was only an instant. She was a wolf and as she moved her outline blurred until her long hair was hanging around her. Red misted over her as her kimono like clothes came back from wherever her magick kept them. The red was beautiful next to her darker skin and the bronze of her hair. She followed Arwyn as she introduced her to each oerson, nodding her head in respect. Many of them had a feeling of power about them, of those who are pack leaders. She could feel the bonds of pack slide over her, unable to catch her in the web, to place her where she should be. But that was how it was to be in itself, for she was out of the binding of pack. She was Omega.
Please, please please tell me not everyone here can eel this. That will just raise too many questions. Too many questions to answer at this point in time. She shook her head, trying to remeber the names being thrown at her. Yes, she was hungry, and the food smelled delicious. But a fewname caught her attention.
" Mick? I think Syren mentioned him once before, when she was in the shop. She said something akin to what you said, that he was pack healer. " Sage took a pice of the lamb, enjoying the sweet and spicy flavor. It was something she hadn't tacsted before, and she wondered what the spice mix was. As she chewed she watched the woman withe the pan of cinnamon buns. There was an air of power about her Sage wasn't sure about.
" Oba? I've never heard that term before. Is that something like an elder?" She asked, trying to be polite. She wanted to learn as much as she could so that she didn't offend anyone when the time came for speaking.
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Post by Arwen Loup Garou on Aug 4, 2010 21:31:39 GMT -7
Devin, who was still our Freki, even though Zane had nearly taken his eye, happened to flash a small smile in my direction when Nyta strolled out with her pan of cinnamon rolls. I gave him a nod, and a grin, he knew what I was after. He rolled right up to Nyta, kissed her cheek, whispered in her ear, and took the pan from her hands as she laughed, patting him on the shoulder. He selected one for himself and aimed for us, dropping the pan in Synge's lap. I laughed loudly, barely managed to swallow my bite of lamb. "Nice. Thanks Devin. Oh, hey, this is Sage, and this is Lycaonia. Sage, Lycaonia, this is Devin, our Freki." I gestured to each of them as I introduced them. Sure Devin had Talon, who was actively taking the role of Freki because Devin was still healing from Zane's crazy attack. Zane was this immortal, werewolf, freak that had a jones for trying to kill us off. And I mean, ALL of us. Any Loup Garou was prey for him. Some age old grudge I didn't really get, and didn't really care to get. All I knew was that if he came after me or mine and I got the chance, I was planning on doing some serious damage of my own. Devin nodded to both the girl's, ruffled Synge's mop as he said hello to both Sage and Lycaonia, then headed back off toward the Luna's boarders. He still liked to keep an eye on the perimeter, not to mention that he wasn't too keen on company. Not since Zane had scared him. Poor dude. There was only so much we could say or do for him. It was something Devin had to come to terms with on his own. After he was out of earshot, I filled Lycaonia and Sage in. "Devin's not our full time Freki anymore really. There's this crazy asshole named Zane that has a thing for going after Loup Garou. He's not above attacking other weres either. He's one evil bastard. But there's some sketchy history with him and our clan I guess. Anyway, he's the one who scarred Devin. Devin's been really stand-offish ever since. Don't take it personally. Plus, I keep telling him he's studly and all ruggedly handsome with that scar." I laughed a little, peeling apart the cinnamon bun I'd picked up. Synge had set the pan down so that we could all dig in, and he'd already wolfed down two while I talked. Yeah, I get the pun, and it's funny because it's true. He and Midian always seemed to literally "wolf" down the chow. I nodded to Sage, starting to munch on my cinnamon roll. "Yes and no. Any of our hierarchy is considered an elder in a way. But Oba is our term for the pack historian, healer, and elder. It's pretty much like she's a shaman slash medicine woman. And she makes a mean batch of cinnamon buns." I winked, laughing slightly. "I'm not surprised Syren mentioned Mick either. I know that she brought back a ton of things from your store. She loved it, by the way. Your shop. Anyway, she gave Mick a ton of the stuff she bought and he was beyond thrilled." I smirked, popping another chunk of sweet cinnamon baked goods into my mouth. Between bites I spoke again. "So I'm thinking that when we have out next big hoopla, since this is kinda a normal night in the Luna," I laughed again. Pretty much every night, other than Full Moons & ceremonies, this was how the Luna rocked it. Food, family, fires. Just being ourselves whether it was as a wolf or a human, it was all about unity and celebration of heritage and our connection to Mothers Earth & Moon. "You should have a run with us during a Full Moon hunt. It lasts the 3 days and nights of the Full Moon's reign. And then there's the holiday celebrations, initiations, and other ceremonies. I have a feeling that Syren's working on getting you both an amulet. One like we all wear. The different stones resonate with each of our energies. The silver chains are enchanted. So that the weres who have severe reactions to silver won't get injured by it. It won't break, and it actually adjusts so you can wear it during the shift. The stone and chain carry a form of magickal protection, and marks you as a friend of the pack, which I guess is another for of protection. I already know she has one for you Sage." I shoved the last bite of my cinnamon bun into my mouth and spoke over it as I chewed. "Don't tell her I told you. She'll kick my ass." I laughed again, this time in unison with Synge since the comment I made concerned his mom. ((Sage, Lycaonia, let me know what stones you'd like to have the amulets be, and I'll have Syren or Cole come in at some point and give you both the necklaces that symbolize you're befriended by the Loup Garou. ))
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Post by Sage Zivaen on Aug 6, 2010 12:14:42 GMT -7
Sage watched the people going by, trying to drink everything in. It was hard for her almost, being around so many people all over. More so than she had ever really been around. She avoided crowds, she avoided people, and she tended to stay in her shop with her nice herbs and her quiet. Her peaceful, energy filled quiet. But the energy here was so different, so alive. She felt drawn to it like a moth to a flame, drawn to these people who were like her, yet so unlike her. So open and free about who they are, having each other to always rely upon.
The woman took a oment, eyes unfocused, to let herself feel the energy. Slowly she lowered the shield she had made, and a flood rushed in. A flood of goodwill, of happiness and acceptace. It was strong, stronger than anything she had ever encountered before. As quickly as she could she snapped her shield back in place, letting the energy wash around her in a warm wave of contentment. It was so much to try to accept at once, so much to try to sort through.
" I see. I'll definitely be on the lookout for this Zane Wolf. I don't need anythingthing else to screw up what I have going. I will not let some insane wolf with a grudge messs things up." There was more strenth in her voice than she meant to use, but she wasn't thinking of just herself. She was also thiking of the people she was just meeting. She didn't want to see any of them hurt, and it othered her to see one of the people who seemed so strong and together alone. Not really alone, but even the small separation he put between himself and others seemed like a chasm in the enviroment she was in.
She continued listening as Arwen spoke about the necklaces. She remembered seeing the beautiful aquamarine necklace that Syren had worn, remebered the way it was so in tune with who the woman was. Could there possible be a stone that vibrated like that for her? She wasn't sure. Then again, mabe there could be. She sighed.
" I will not tell Syren that you've told me. And I don't think silver ever hurt me much, only when...." She stopped and shook her head. A thin hand reached out and took one of the heavenly smelling pstries and she ate it slowly, thinking about what she had just been about to say and how she didn't want to remeber. Not that. Not then, never.
[sorreh bout the short post. Meh muse dissappeared]
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