Winona is a product of two Tribes. In physical appearance, she's far more reminiscent of her Uktena roots than she is of those that bind her to Falcon. So the asymetrical, nearly ground length, white silk sheath she wears in her human form sets out the black hair that's free and twined through with feathers and beads, the coppery-dark skin that marks her as native as anyone on New World soil can be. She arrives and stands, stoic and quiet, facing east, from whence comes sun, light, and life. Her eyes close and stay so, and she's so very still that she might be mistaken for a statue to those who first arrive.
History is honored here, and culture, too, even as recent tensions and events are released into the ground beneath her through the soles of her bare feet, the tips of her fingers, and anyone paying attention and feel how Gaia approves, how the Caern responds to the bastard child of the Silver Fangs.
It's with no small bit of drama that she ripples down into her lupus form; her fur is mostly black, though her back and flanks are mottled with a coppery color that's similar to the hue of her homid-skin, with the occasional bit of pure white that matches a diamond shaped patch on her forehead, between her eyes. The howl starts low, almost a growl, and crescendos from reserves the small-ish female wolf doesn't look like she has. She howls passion and loss, birth and death, renewal and release and it echoes through the Caern, through the bawn, drawing spirits of pack totems and so much more. It is, as howls go, everything a howl should be . . . but there's more.
Still facing east, she resumes her birth form and begins speaking. "We have gathered in this sacred place of Gaia, having called our brothers and sisters of Gaia, and we now call our brothers and sisters of Luna. East Wind! Bringer of the dawn of clear air! East Wind! You who showed us the mirror side, the other side of the Velvet Curtain, come to us! We thank you for your clear thought and bright light."
After a turn to face south, she continues, "South Wind! Bringer of the eternal fire! South Wind! You who gave us the fire of rage within, that we may strike swiftly against our enemies, come to us! We thank you for your fiery anger and your guardian protection!"
And then, facing west, "West Wind! Bringer of the rain! West Wind! You who gave us the Changing Ways, come to us! We thank you for the many shapes you’ve shared with us!"
North: "North Wind! Bringer of cold from the mountain! North Wind! You who brought us the Gifts and the Sacred Ways, come to us! We thank you for your great wisdom and great strength!"
And last, but not least, she curls down to the ground and holds her hands, fingers splayed, parallel to the earth's surface. "Inner Wind! Bringer of blessings from Gaia, from within us! You who hold our Mother’s power within us, come to us all! We thank you for your spirit, and your inner peace."
In a time of war, it's good to have a reminder of what they're fighting for, of the sacred and serene strength that Gaia and Luna grants even those who haven't yet learned to find it. And with that, Over Sea, Under Stone has completed her ritual.
The moot is open.
CourtCat @ 10:33AM
[Moot Rite, ho! Int + Rit + WP cos dice don't like Winona.]
Roll: 6 d10 TN7 (3, 3, 7, 9, 9, 9) ( success x 5 ) [WP] VALID
niko @ 10:33AM
Damn girl
niko @ 10:33AM
I mean WITNESSED
CourtCat @ 11:21AM
[Charisma + non-existent Expression/Performance + WP cos dice, Magnetic specialty]
Roll: 4 d10 TN6 (6, 6, 9, 9) ( success x 5 ) [WP] VALID
Samael @ 11:23AM
DAYUM
Samael @ 11:23AM
And witnessed!
History is honored here, and culture, too, even as recent tensions and events are released into the ground beneath her through the soles of her bare feet, the tips of her fingers, and anyone paying attention and feel how Gaia approves, how the Caern responds to the bastard child of the Silver Fangs.
It's with no small bit of drama that she ripples down into her lupus form; her fur is mostly black, though her back and flanks are mottled with a coppery color that's similar to the hue of her homid-skin, with the occasional bit of pure white that matches a diamond shaped patch on her forehead, between her eyes. The howl starts low, almost a growl, and crescendos from reserves the small-ish female wolf doesn't look like she has. She howls passion and loss, birth and death, renewal and release and it echoes through the Caern, through the bawn, drawing spirits of pack totems and so much more. It is, as howls go, everything a howl should be . . . but there's more.
Still facing east, she resumes her birth form and begins speaking. "We have gathered in this sacred place of Gaia, having called our brothers and sisters of Gaia, and we now call our brothers and sisters of Luna. East Wind! Bringer of the dawn of clear air! East Wind! You who showed us the mirror side, the other side of the Velvet Curtain, come to us! We thank you for your clear thought and bright light."
After a turn to face south, she continues, "South Wind! Bringer of the eternal fire! South Wind! You who gave us the fire of rage within, that we may strike swiftly against our enemies, come to us! We thank you for your fiery anger and your guardian protection!"
And then, facing west, "West Wind! Bringer of the rain! West Wind! You who gave us the Changing Ways, come to us! We thank you for the many shapes you’ve shared with us!"
North: "North Wind! Bringer of cold from the mountain! North Wind! You who brought us the Gifts and the Sacred Ways, come to us! We thank you for your great wisdom and great strength!"
And last, but not least, she curls down to the ground and holds her hands, fingers splayed, parallel to the earth's surface. "Inner Wind! Bringer of blessings from Gaia, from within us! You who hold our Mother’s power within us, come to us all! We thank you for your spirit, and your inner peace."
In a time of war, it's good to have a reminder of what they're fighting for, of the sacred and serene strength that Gaia and Luna grants even those who haven't yet learned to find it. And with that, Over Sea, Under Stone has completed her ritual.
The moot is open.
CourtCat @ 10:33AM
[Moot Rite, ho! Int + Rit + WP cos dice don't like Winona.]
Roll: 6 d10 TN7 (3, 3, 7, 9, 9, 9) ( success x 5 ) [WP] VALID
niko @ 10:33AM
Damn girl
niko @ 10:33AM
I mean WITNESSED
CourtCat @ 11:21AM
[Charisma + non-existent Expression/Performance + WP cos dice, Magnetic specialty]
Roll: 4 d10 TN6 (6, 6, 9, 9) ( success x 5 ) [WP] VALID
Samael @ 11:23AM
DAYUM
Samael @ 11:23AM
And witnessed!