[Mature]Werewolf: The Forsaken PbP - Blood in, Blood out

[Tokiwong]

I am back sorry for the lengthy disappearance. To keep things moving, I will allow the pack to fill themselves up on Essence from the locus, and then assuming you just burn 1 essence to move over to the shadow.

The pack spends its time, supping on the youthful and lusty energy of the locus before stepping sideways into the shadow of the suburban landscape. The transition is like slipping through water, almost like pressing through ice, but the sensation is both hot and cold. And then the pack is through.

The suburban landscape of the world of flesh is replaced by wispy and skeletal like trees; many of the homes have no shadow analogues yet, and indeed you get the feeling that your elders have spoken of… a barren almost spiritually dead zone… or perhaps in transition as the natural world gives way to the progress of the artificial.

The moon is overhead, one face glowing brightly, the other swathed in darkness. Energy dances over the skin, and a spirit the same one that Camera spied lounges on a bench in the Gazebo, one of the few objects to have an analogue in the hisil. It is stark white and the air is warm with energy.

The spirit is human shaped with androgynous features, long hair of gold and white with eyes that are like blue pearls. It lounges nude, and its features seem to shift from male to female and back. It does not seem threatened in the least and shifts only slightly to look at the gathered uratha.

The park itself is rife with skeletal trees and in the distance the pond looms, still under the ghostly moonlight.

 

[Shalimar]

Faith fells herself shift through the gauntlet and then the pink haired girl looks around curiously at the shadow reflection of their territory, it didn't seem quite as nice as Candace's but she reflected that Candace's pack probably did quite a bit to maintain theirs and Faith's pack hadn't really done anything yet. Shifting around she looked at the lust spirit and smiled at it when it flashed from female to male and then back again.

"Greetings," she called out in the first tongue, she could at least manage that much with her current level of ability, but she wouldn't be able to push it much beyond a few key words and greetings to the spirit. Hoping that the spirit would be able to speak the language of the people that it fed off of she continued in English. "Hello spirit, my pack would speak with you if you would wish it. We claim this territory and this locus as ours, but we have no quarrel with you or a desire to deny you its use." she informs it, waiting to see if it understood before continuing.

 

[Tokiwong]

"Greetings," she called out in the first tongue, she could at least manage that much with her current level of ability, but she wouldn't be able to push it much beyond a few key words and greetings to the spirit. Hoping that the spirit would be able to speak the language of the people that it fed off of she continued in English. "Hello spirit, my pack would speak with you if you would wish it. We claim this territory and this locus as ours, but we have no quarrel with you or a desire to deny you its use." she informs it, waiting to see if it understood before continuing.

“Uratha,” the spirit replies in First Tongue, it looks curiously at Faith as she continues talking. It replies with the notion that something else controls this place, but those that do not have a firm grasp of First Tongue cannot pickup much more then that.

Those that speak First Tongue
[sblock]“Uratha, slaves of the moon goddess; have you come to lay with me? Or do you seek to take from us that which is hers? The White Clad Mistress?” The spirit speaks in a lazy slow tone.[/sblock]

 

[Shayuri]

"What's it saying?" Ari asks suspiciously. "What does it want? It better not be looking for one of US."

 

[Festy_Dog]

While the others spoke with the spirit Piotr analysed the landscape. Dead. Dying. The abundance of skeletal trees didn't provide cover as well as live ones, but Piotr wanted to be sure nothing was sizing up the pack.

 

[Graf]

Camera, shifted to Dalu, looks radically different. His spine has snapped into straightness, lifting his head above that for the rest of the pack.

"She knows what we are."
"She's not acting afraid."
"She wants to know if we're here to take her"
"Or to take something of someone called 'the white clad mistress'".

OOC: Any Occult, etc. rolls I can make to figure out other meanings regarding her statement?

 

[Shalimar]

"Can you ask it what this white clad mistress is? Or where we can find her? She is the one we should speak to if this spirit believes that she is the owner of the Locus."

 

[DrZombie]

(OOC : if my occult rolls doesn't show drake knows what the spirit is talking about)

[sblock=primal tongue]
"Who is this white mistress you speak of?"
[/sblock]

 

[Tokiwong]

Camera rolls 7 dice and gets 4 successes on the attempt, Drake also gets 4 successes on 5 dice.

Camera & Drake
[sblock]The White Clad Mistress is an old lust spirit of youth, and fertility. She is not all that interested in love, but more or less the energies expended in the act of love making. She is not an evil spirit but very chaotic... or perhaps she , and the spirit identifies itself by the gender... is just prone to changing her mind often.[/sblock]

The spirit turns to Drake since he addresses her and speaks in the First Tongue. The pack gets the understanding that this White Clad Mistress is the leader, or at least greater then this being.

First Tongue
[sblock]"She is the White Clad Mistress, she gives birth to new pleasures... pleasures that you would die to enjoy wolfling... she takes what she wishes, and gives of her bounty to those that remain in her favor. You would do well not to cross her... although. If you wish to serve her... or perhaps aid in our cause we may have need of your kind..."[/sblock]

 

[DrZombie]

Drake turns to Faith and calmly translates :"She is the White Clad Mistress, she gives birth to new pleasures... pleasures that you would die to enjoy wolfling... she takes what she wishes, and gives of her bounty to those that remain in her favor. You would do well not to cross her... although. If you wish to serve her... or perhaps aid in our cause we may have need of your kind..."