11-05-2013, 09:45 AM
Phoebe's sleep is restless on the nights of the waxing crescent. Those nights are not her nights, they are not when she is at her best, not even when she's at her baseline. Her tie to Luna is simply too strong, so strong that when her face wanes, Phoebe wanes. When she waxes, though...
This is not one of those nights. One might argue that this is one of the darkest of nights. The night of judgement for the leaders of Cold Crescent. Georgie drives Phoebe and Winona to the park. Once there he looks his sister over once before turning abruptly on his heel to join the other Kin heading toward Persse Place. Phoebe looks weak, tired, wan, but she has her pack, or will soon.
Sophia and Keisha will find them easily enough, following the tug of the pack bond until they see the head of their Alpha rising above some of the others. Phoebe smiles when they're finally together, but that smile fades as the proceedings begin.
The Black Fury is not impassive, there is a tightness to her brow as first one after the other after the other is stripped down or cast out or weighted down. She moves when it's Forge of Nótt's turn, shifting briefly to Crinos to carve into the stone. For a moment she watches the Godi, and perhaps that is significant but it doesn't linger. She will have a student, though, at least one, and more if Phoebe's packmates choose to join her.
Then she moves, shifting back into her breed form, hands folded before her as she bears witness to the mercy of Forgotten Questions.
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The spirits find Ingrid on the hunt. She is always on the hunt these days, always searching for the one, the two, the three that got away. Should she find their trail she does not engage, only makes note. Even with their power broken, she knows it's not in her best interests to try to take any of the remaining Beloved Horror down alone. Instead, she makes note and she reports findings if she finds things, and she goes out again the next night, and the next, and the next.
Tonight, she is not alone, not really. She and her hunting partner for the night (an Ahroun, it's almost always an Ahroun) turn their noses to the south when the spirits find them. Not long after, a small sleek black Audi pulls into the lot Park District building. There, the duo shifts and parts company, Ingrid slipping swiftly away to cross the distance on four legs and find her own place. Returned to her breed form, she stands somewhere with a good view, a part and yet apart. She is bound to no one again. She is alone. She is free.
She watches, eyes hard, her posture relaxed, appearing to neither enjoy nor dislike what she sees.
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The spirits pull Samantha Evans from her slumber, pulling her up from a dream of a quiet blond teen with kind, dark blue eyes shifting suddenly into a towering, brutal monster. She wakes before the carnage begins, blinking her eyes in the darkness of her bedroom and picking up her phone to check the time. She only groans a little before swinging her legs off the bed and getting up and getting ready.
At the park, a bundled up Jake held to her hip, she shakes her head to the offer of a flashlight. Let someone else use it, Sam lets her eyes adjust to the pale, faint light cast by the sickle moon. She'll see just fine, or at least well enough as she makes her way to the house with the other Kinfolk. She looks for Hosea in the crowd. When she finds him she places her hand on the back of his arm, just above the elbow, and she gives it a small squeeze. She offers no more comfort or support than that, she doesn't think he would accept it and anyway what can she do? She can empathize with him, but she has no words that could possibly help him get through the tension of what's about to happen. She stands near him for a while, Jake falling asleep against her shoulder. But her son is too young to be out in this cold for very long. Eventually she has to go inside. But, she witnesses as long as she can the justice of her people.
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niko @ 8:03AM
[nightmares, +1 diff GEE THANKS SPIRITS]
Roll: 7 d10 TN8 (1, 2, 4, 6, 8, 9, 9) ( success x 3 ) VALID
niko @ 8:03AM
God dammit, Samantha
jamie @ 8:13AM
Get it together Samantha, jeezus.
This is not one of those nights. One might argue that this is one of the darkest of nights. The night of judgement for the leaders of Cold Crescent. Georgie drives Phoebe and Winona to the park. Once there he looks his sister over once before turning abruptly on his heel to join the other Kin heading toward Persse Place. Phoebe looks weak, tired, wan, but she has her pack, or will soon.
Sophia and Keisha will find them easily enough, following the tug of the pack bond until they see the head of their Alpha rising above some of the others. Phoebe smiles when they're finally together, but that smile fades as the proceedings begin.
The Black Fury is not impassive, there is a tightness to her brow as first one after the other after the other is stripped down or cast out or weighted down. She moves when it's Forge of Nótt's turn, shifting briefly to Crinos to carve into the stone. For a moment she watches the Godi, and perhaps that is significant but it doesn't linger. She will have a student, though, at least one, and more if Phoebe's packmates choose to join her.
Then she moves, shifting back into her breed form, hands folded before her as she bears witness to the mercy of Forgotten Questions.
=====
The spirits find Ingrid on the hunt. She is always on the hunt these days, always searching for the one, the two, the three that got away. Should she find their trail she does not engage, only makes note. Even with their power broken, she knows it's not in her best interests to try to take any of the remaining Beloved Horror down alone. Instead, she makes note and she reports findings if she finds things, and she goes out again the next night, and the next, and the next.
Tonight, she is not alone, not really. She and her hunting partner for the night (an Ahroun, it's almost always an Ahroun) turn their noses to the south when the spirits find them. Not long after, a small sleek black Audi pulls into the lot Park District building. There, the duo shifts and parts company, Ingrid slipping swiftly away to cross the distance on four legs and find her own place. Returned to her breed form, she stands somewhere with a good view, a part and yet apart. She is bound to no one again. She is alone. She is free.
She watches, eyes hard, her posture relaxed, appearing to neither enjoy nor dislike what she sees.
=====
The spirits pull Samantha Evans from her slumber, pulling her up from a dream of a quiet blond teen with kind, dark blue eyes shifting suddenly into a towering, brutal monster. She wakes before the carnage begins, blinking her eyes in the darkness of her bedroom and picking up her phone to check the time. She only groans a little before swinging her legs off the bed and getting up and getting ready.
At the park, a bundled up Jake held to her hip, she shakes her head to the offer of a flashlight. Let someone else use it, Sam lets her eyes adjust to the pale, faint light cast by the sickle moon. She'll see just fine, or at least well enough as she makes her way to the house with the other Kinfolk. She looks for Hosea in the crowd. When she finds him she places her hand on the back of his arm, just above the elbow, and she gives it a small squeeze. She offers no more comfort or support than that, she doesn't think he would accept it and anyway what can she do? She can empathize with him, but she has no words that could possibly help him get through the tension of what's about to happen. She stands near him for a while, Jake falling asleep against her shoulder. But her son is too young to be out in this cold for very long. Eventually she has to go inside. But, she witnesses as long as she can the justice of her people.
=====
niko @ 8:03AM
[nightmares, +1 diff GEE THANKS SPIRITS]
Roll: 7 d10 TN8 (1, 2, 4, 6, 8, 9, 9) ( success x 3 ) VALID
niko @ 8:03AM
God dammit, Samantha
jamie @ 8:13AM
Get it together Samantha, jeezus.