Tokiwong
First Post
The story picks up anew… with individual storylines after completing their respective Rites of Initiation…
Camera
Hillside Heights, Denver Suburb
7:00 PM December 27th, 2006
[sblock]Camera has had contact and training from his father, and the Ashen Rebirth pack. But he has also had tutelage from other Iron Masters such as Rumor of the Silver Syndicate. In his time learning about the spirit world and the ways of the Forsaken he has had a few encounters with the strange and odd things that dwell just out of sight.[/sblock]
Rumor sits across from him, a fellow Iron Master, she is an irraka of the Silver Syndicate. She was there for his Rite of Initiation, and helped him with adjusting to the tribe. She stands now outside his home, his brother’s home with her red hair pulled back in her standard ponytail, draped in plain winter clothing. Rumor smiles, “Well Camera, I don’t think there is much more that you need to learn… well at least from me or the others. But I just stopped by to give you this,” she hands him a folded newspaper, “Story on the second page about a young girl who shot and killed her mother… the authorities say it was an accident. Happened over in Ridgecrest… third such incident like this in as many weeks. Got the gun control lobbyists going nuts.”
Faith
Forests north of Denver
7:00 PM December 27th, 2006
[sblock]The fallout on the attack was blamed on a wild animal, probably a feral dog that disrupted the party. No one remembered where Faith was, and with the amount of alcohol and drugs at the party, many the details were hushed up to protect the kids and their families. But with the Christmas season coming, the incident was lost in the rush to go on vacation, buy gifts, and well enjoy the fruits of their labors. High School is a much more intense affair though and Faith has to use much of her will just to keep her anger from exploding at times. That mixed with her intense training regimen with Candace has pushed some of her friends aside. This means catty relations with Esther and their overall respective clique…[/sblock]
Candace lopes back and forth in the urhan shape, her red tinged coat bright and strong. She is the eldest Blood Talon and when she spoke others listened. This was the first time Faith had seen so many Blood Talons gathered, not that she had been uratha all that long. She recognized both the Scar Angels and the Red Knives. Plus other Blood Talons, including Richard Canfield of the Silver Syndicate. Although it was to be a celebration of sorts, it looked more like a staging ground for war… well except for the Scar Angels who brought a keg and a grill…
Candace howls, and those gather respond with howls and shouts of exultation. Faith felt as if she was being sized up by everyone around her. She was the omega, the newest Blood Talon. But still to be respected, but she knew that she would have to earn her way, Destroyer Wolf was pleased with her, but that would not be enough to survive. And she knew that life was survival. They were at war, at all times, against the Pure, the spirits, Bale Hounds, and far darker things.
A man speaks to the gathered, Faith recognizes him as Honcho alpha of the Red Knives, a dark skinned military man, “Brothers and Sisters, we are gathered here to honor the Rite of Passage for our youngest sister.” The murmuring and talking dies down as he growls for silence. Once satisfied he continues, “This night we give her the honor to join our hunt… this night we feed as our ancestors have fed. We feed to fuel our battle for survival…”
Candace lopes forward in her wolf shape growling for domination. Her posture demands that any that wish to challenge her right to speak do so, but be prepared to follow that challenge with violence. Honcho silences himself and waits for Candace.
The mighty she-wolf warrior shifts into her hishu shape. She looks at the uratha gathered with stern focused eyes. She speaks with authority, “I am Candace Heart-Seeker, many of you know my name… indeed many of you have shed blood with me. But that alone does not ensure our survival. You must be willing to die for nothing more then your pack, your territory, and for your kin.”
Many nod listening. She continues, “But why do we fight? For Father Wolf? For Mother Luna? For Destroyer Wolf? Ask yourself this question. Because I know what I have seen and despite my many years of battle Father Wolf has never risen from his grave and came to my rescue. Mother Luna… she has marked you, and that mark may as well be a mark of death. The Pure will hunt you down like a rabid dog, spirits will curse your presence and see you and yours dead… to choose Destroyer Wolf is to fully understand what it is to be Forsaken. Other tribes look at us and say we are nothing more then blood crazed warriors. But we understand.”
Candace raises her hands, a knife in one hand. She shouts, “We understand that we are Forsaken because there is no help coming… while those others may see our way of life as barbaric… or even foolish, WE UNDERSTAND! We understand that you can either curl up into a fetal ball and cry for Mother Luna’s intervention that will never come or you can fight! You can embrace your nature, claim your uratha birthright and fight for your survival… all those here have chosen to fight and we will SURVIVE!”
The Blood Talons howl… the feeling is primal.
Candace then looks at Faith, “Young sister, will you shed blood for Fenris-Ur, the Destroyer Wolf? You have sworn to offer no surrender that you would not accept. But more then that will you shed blood with your sisters and brothers this night? Your fellow uratha of the Suthar Anzuth?”
Piotr
[sblock]The Pure thankfully have not been a problem since that initial attack all those weeks ago. The Hunters in Darkness, the Menina, have taken Piotr under their wing and taught him their ways. Even had him run the sacred places, and virgin areas that even man still fears to tread. But more locally, thankfully his shop has not been accosted by Black Moon Extreme… but that just might be to the shining that Buzz has taken to Piotr.[/sblock]
Piotr’s Shop, Downtown Denver
7:00 PM December 27th, 2006
It was another evening, although one can say that life has been anything but routine for Piotr. But it was pleasant to spend a full day in the shop, getting things done, even if it did seem wholly mundane and almost alien in some ways compared to what Piotr has been through in the last few weeks.
His run-in with the Pure, with other uratha, and then his subsequent weeks learning about his birthright and his place in the world. The Hunters in Darkness were distant but effective teachers and he spent many nights in the cold wilds learning to rely on his wolf senses and experience the primal world up close and personal.
The jingles of the bell alert Piotr to a customer.
And then he sees Buzz, she grins wildly, “So mister Watson… what do you think about this new lifestyle? You still scared that Moriarty is going to bust in her and starts wrecking $#!+? Well don’t worry too much about it, I totally vouched for you… seeing as you and I are totally on the same wave length…”
She hops onto the counter sitting, “So what the hell do you think about all this uratha stuff?”
The other uratha will be added as their characters are finished...
Camera
Hillside Heights, Denver Suburb
7:00 PM December 27th, 2006
[sblock]Camera has had contact and training from his father, and the Ashen Rebirth pack. But he has also had tutelage from other Iron Masters such as Rumor of the Silver Syndicate. In his time learning about the spirit world and the ways of the Forsaken he has had a few encounters with the strange and odd things that dwell just out of sight.[/sblock]
Rumor sits across from him, a fellow Iron Master, she is an irraka of the Silver Syndicate. She was there for his Rite of Initiation, and helped him with adjusting to the tribe. She stands now outside his home, his brother’s home with her red hair pulled back in her standard ponytail, draped in plain winter clothing. Rumor smiles, “Well Camera, I don’t think there is much more that you need to learn… well at least from me or the others. But I just stopped by to give you this,” she hands him a folded newspaper, “Story on the second page about a young girl who shot and killed her mother… the authorities say it was an accident. Happened over in Ridgecrest… third such incident like this in as many weeks. Got the gun control lobbyists going nuts.”
Faith
Forests north of Denver
7:00 PM December 27th, 2006
[sblock]The fallout on the attack was blamed on a wild animal, probably a feral dog that disrupted the party. No one remembered where Faith was, and with the amount of alcohol and drugs at the party, many the details were hushed up to protect the kids and their families. But with the Christmas season coming, the incident was lost in the rush to go on vacation, buy gifts, and well enjoy the fruits of their labors. High School is a much more intense affair though and Faith has to use much of her will just to keep her anger from exploding at times. That mixed with her intense training regimen with Candace has pushed some of her friends aside. This means catty relations with Esther and their overall respective clique…[/sblock]
Candace lopes back and forth in the urhan shape, her red tinged coat bright and strong. She is the eldest Blood Talon and when she spoke others listened. This was the first time Faith had seen so many Blood Talons gathered, not that she had been uratha all that long. She recognized both the Scar Angels and the Red Knives. Plus other Blood Talons, including Richard Canfield of the Silver Syndicate. Although it was to be a celebration of sorts, it looked more like a staging ground for war… well except for the Scar Angels who brought a keg and a grill…
Candace howls, and those gather respond with howls and shouts of exultation. Faith felt as if she was being sized up by everyone around her. She was the omega, the newest Blood Talon. But still to be respected, but she knew that she would have to earn her way, Destroyer Wolf was pleased with her, but that would not be enough to survive. And she knew that life was survival. They were at war, at all times, against the Pure, the spirits, Bale Hounds, and far darker things.
A man speaks to the gathered, Faith recognizes him as Honcho alpha of the Red Knives, a dark skinned military man, “Brothers and Sisters, we are gathered here to honor the Rite of Passage for our youngest sister.” The murmuring and talking dies down as he growls for silence. Once satisfied he continues, “This night we give her the honor to join our hunt… this night we feed as our ancestors have fed. We feed to fuel our battle for survival…”
Candace lopes forward in her wolf shape growling for domination. Her posture demands that any that wish to challenge her right to speak do so, but be prepared to follow that challenge with violence. Honcho silences himself and waits for Candace.
The mighty she-wolf warrior shifts into her hishu shape. She looks at the uratha gathered with stern focused eyes. She speaks with authority, “I am Candace Heart-Seeker, many of you know my name… indeed many of you have shed blood with me. But that alone does not ensure our survival. You must be willing to die for nothing more then your pack, your territory, and for your kin.”
Many nod listening. She continues, “But why do we fight? For Father Wolf? For Mother Luna? For Destroyer Wolf? Ask yourself this question. Because I know what I have seen and despite my many years of battle Father Wolf has never risen from his grave and came to my rescue. Mother Luna… she has marked you, and that mark may as well be a mark of death. The Pure will hunt you down like a rabid dog, spirits will curse your presence and see you and yours dead… to choose Destroyer Wolf is to fully understand what it is to be Forsaken. Other tribes look at us and say we are nothing more then blood crazed warriors. But we understand.”
Candace raises her hands, a knife in one hand. She shouts, “We understand that we are Forsaken because there is no help coming… while those others may see our way of life as barbaric… or even foolish, WE UNDERSTAND! We understand that you can either curl up into a fetal ball and cry for Mother Luna’s intervention that will never come or you can fight! You can embrace your nature, claim your uratha birthright and fight for your survival… all those here have chosen to fight and we will SURVIVE!”
The Blood Talons howl… the feeling is primal.
Candace then looks at Faith, “Young sister, will you shed blood for Fenris-Ur, the Destroyer Wolf? You have sworn to offer no surrender that you would not accept. But more then that will you shed blood with your sisters and brothers this night? Your fellow uratha of the Suthar Anzuth?”
Piotr
[sblock]The Pure thankfully have not been a problem since that initial attack all those weeks ago. The Hunters in Darkness, the Menina, have taken Piotr under their wing and taught him their ways. Even had him run the sacred places, and virgin areas that even man still fears to tread. But more locally, thankfully his shop has not been accosted by Black Moon Extreme… but that just might be to the shining that Buzz has taken to Piotr.[/sblock]
Piotr’s Shop, Downtown Denver
7:00 PM December 27th, 2006
It was another evening, although one can say that life has been anything but routine for Piotr. But it was pleasant to spend a full day in the shop, getting things done, even if it did seem wholly mundane and almost alien in some ways compared to what Piotr has been through in the last few weeks.
His run-in with the Pure, with other uratha, and then his subsequent weeks learning about his birthright and his place in the world. The Hunters in Darkness were distant but effective teachers and he spent many nights in the cold wilds learning to rely on his wolf senses and experience the primal world up close and personal.
The jingles of the bell alert Piotr to a customer.
And then he sees Buzz, she grins wildly, “So mister Watson… what do you think about this new lifestyle? You still scared that Moriarty is going to bust in her and starts wrecking $#!+? Well don’t worry too much about it, I totally vouched for you… seeing as you and I are totally on the same wave length…”
She hops onto the counter sitting, “So what the hell do you think about all this uratha stuff?”
The other uratha will be added as their characters are finished...
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