12-03-2013, 02:07 AM
Tamsin challenges for Talesinger of the moot that will gather under the Cold Moon. The moon that gleams like winter's teeth. The moon that burns like the sky's long bones calcified ice like the oldest cold that moon is the one she challenges to be Talesinger under.
Tamsin is, ok, Tamsin is really not tipsy, no Grain-slave, not when she makes the challenge, though she scrounged up just enough money for a shot of good whiskey, good whiskey, poured it out with reverence and sorrow like maybe this could be her tradition that she hasn't found yet, and then persuaded somebody to drive her all the way out to the middle of none of their business, hiked from the Hawkes nest o' luv to the caern, to the places where Garou gather, had nothing but the guitar she actually owns and a dead calm
Fog rolls back, Fog unreveals, reveals, that somehow more Fiannaish, somehow more Fey, voice that is Tamsin's voice that Fog carries to her packmates the silly boy-gaggle of them
I'm about to do something [now] at the [heart] Caern [best spot for capturing attention] [Galliard's Circle] [Challenge spot].
Come see if you want.
Tamsin's challenging begins maybe when she lets the Guardians know the same thing she lets her pack go but with an important detail I'm here to challenge [last talesinger's name insert here], if you see them let them know, if you see anybody let them know -- a sizzling, dark grin, that kind that could leave blood in its wake.
Tamsin sings her challenge. Furious Lament. Cinder Song. Cinder Song. Furious Lament. Cinder Song, now. Cinder that'll float drift bright-fire-flake hit tinder flare smoulder shadow-cast fire-rage sooth-hypnotise-lure: Cinder Song, get it? be illuminated. Sings her challenge, plays it with her fingers plying strings.
This is the challenge song, she sings, this is the song of challenging.
There are more lyrics than that. They're good lyrics with the music behind them. This lyrical daisy-chain of names and moods: past moots gone by.
Broken Tree Talks-in-Wind, a melody that lingers on the air like a broken strand of spider-silk, ethereal, despairing, beseeching, not quite hopeless, desiring hope, where is it to be found oh where and shift into
Echoes of the Lost, Laughing Battle - this. Tamsin wasn't there that moot but it doesn't matter. Galliards aren't always there but they still tell the story and when they tell it it's true or they're failing. Music becomes solid, rousing. The hard edge of laughter, laughter turned into a weapon: this easy, inviting sort've c'mere, listen up, laugh, you bastards, with an undercurrent, a place for the baseline, a behind-the-assurance quick-tempo drumming, fingers against the guitar's body rapum pum pum, Hector's quick-pattered lure-you-in speechifying c'mon guys just do it and become
Never Shuts Up, and sorry, Never Shuts Up, but the music becomes this performance of hilarity, the jauntiness of Echoes of the Lost the laughter-inviting melody degrading into strings quavering like titters, sudden explosion of OH YEAH THIS EPIC STOR------y whut ok now its just an insistent low-voiced guitar-throated murmur cmon guys erratic audial performance art yo hi somebody talk please a desperate chord then belligerent then high-pitchedholyshitthestringisgoingtobreak twannngggg give him an actual theme something small and then into
Eulogy in Blood, WHO IS PERCUSSION, LOUD, PALMS SMACK AGAINST GUITAR, FINGERS BEAT, HIT, STRIKE, VOICE FULL-THROATED, SOMETIMES WORDLESS SONG-PARTS SOMETIMES NOT WEAVING-OF-NAME OF-BRING-IT-OF-MANIC-LOUD-NOISY-C'MON-ASSHOLES-JUMP-UP-AND-ACCEPT-THE-CHALLENGE, not scream-melody even full-throated, not from Tamsin not for this no no but imagine a militant march that just fucking loves being a militant march a militant march that'll crawl up your ass and rip out your guts and drag you into the spotlight or out've the spotlight by said guts y'know the ones dragged out of your ass after the crawling up it and
she keeps doing that. All through the year. Talesinger of this moon. Talesinger of that moon. Talesinger of this and that and then this and that and that again and once she reaches the earliest moon January Moon is Wolf Moon she cycles up through the thing again like the song is a palindrome and now that it's all done don'tcha see how it connects don'tcha hear how it connects
Eulogy in Blood Never Shuts Up Echoes of the Lost Laughing Battle Broken Tree Talks-in-Wind
Eulogies in blood never shut up
Echoes
of the lost laughing battle broken
Tree Talks-in-Wind
Eulogy in Blood Never
Shuts up echoes of the lost laughing.
Battle Broken Tree Talks
in-Wind
Eulogy in Blood Never Shuts Up Echoes of the Lost Laughing Battle Broken Tree Talks-in-Wind
and for the piece de resistance of course Tamsin, waning-moon Fianna-woman, slim and compact and dark-haired, broad-featured, serious-eyed, and let's be real flirting with losing her voice like losing her voice is the hottest godamned thing since ever because she repeats this song again and again until she doesn't have to anymore and what the hell do Fianna know of temperance right so she
(nods at Hector if he came by; nods at him like, dude, you can help with this part)
totally
rocks the fuck out. Cinder Song, Furious Lament. Y'all know that when she howled a (their [her]) challenge, the Beloved Horror stopped laughing, right? Y'all heard that?
This is the challenge song, she sings, this is the song of challenging, like it's a lesson to be learned
rinse, repeat, repeat, rinse,
cycle through the year again and again until it's done. One way or another.
hey, gifts of water and/or better-than-water water wink wink nudge nudge Fianna heh heh during this performance-challenge welcome
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OOC: Tamsin wants to be Talesinger and freak out more than usual at moots. In case it wasn't, uh, super obvious, what with the repetition of that fact. Surprise, Jamie! That is what the roll was for.
Tamsin is, ok, Tamsin is really not tipsy, no Grain-slave, not when she makes the challenge, though she scrounged up just enough money for a shot of good whiskey, good whiskey, poured it out with reverence and sorrow like maybe this could be her tradition that she hasn't found yet, and then persuaded somebody to drive her all the way out to the middle of none of their business, hiked from the Hawkes nest o' luv to the caern, to the places where Garou gather, had nothing but the guitar she actually owns and a dead calm
Fog rolls back, Fog unreveals, reveals, that somehow more Fiannaish, somehow more Fey, voice that is Tamsin's voice that Fog carries to her packmates the silly boy-gaggle of them
I'm about to do something [now] at the [heart] Caern [best spot for capturing attention] [Galliard's Circle] [Challenge spot].
Come see if you want.
Tamsin's challenging begins maybe when she lets the Guardians know the same thing she lets her pack go but with an important detail I'm here to challenge [last talesinger's name insert here], if you see them let them know, if you see anybody let them know -- a sizzling, dark grin, that kind that could leave blood in its wake.
Tamsin sings her challenge. Furious Lament. Cinder Song. Cinder Song. Furious Lament. Cinder Song, now. Cinder that'll float drift bright-fire-flake hit tinder flare smoulder shadow-cast fire-rage sooth-hypnotise-lure: Cinder Song, get it? be illuminated. Sings her challenge, plays it with her fingers plying strings.
This is the challenge song, she sings, this is the song of challenging.
There are more lyrics than that. They're good lyrics with the music behind them. This lyrical daisy-chain of names and moods: past moots gone by.
Broken Tree Talks-in-Wind, a melody that lingers on the air like a broken strand of spider-silk, ethereal, despairing, beseeching, not quite hopeless, desiring hope, where is it to be found oh where and shift into
Echoes of the Lost, Laughing Battle - this. Tamsin wasn't there that moot but it doesn't matter. Galliards aren't always there but they still tell the story and when they tell it it's true or they're failing. Music becomes solid, rousing. The hard edge of laughter, laughter turned into a weapon: this easy, inviting sort've c'mere, listen up, laugh, you bastards, with an undercurrent, a place for the baseline, a behind-the-assurance quick-tempo drumming, fingers against the guitar's body rapum pum pum, Hector's quick-pattered lure-you-in speechifying c'mon guys just do it and become
Never Shuts Up, and sorry, Never Shuts Up, but the music becomes this performance of hilarity, the jauntiness of Echoes of the Lost the laughter-inviting melody degrading into strings quavering like titters, sudden explosion of OH YEAH THIS EPIC STOR------y whut ok now its just an insistent low-voiced guitar-throated murmur cmon guys erratic audial performance art yo hi somebody talk please a desperate chord then belligerent then high-pitchedholyshitthestringisgoingtobreak twannngggg give him an actual theme something small and then into
Eulogy in Blood, WHO IS PERCUSSION, LOUD, PALMS SMACK AGAINST GUITAR, FINGERS BEAT, HIT, STRIKE, VOICE FULL-THROATED, SOMETIMES WORDLESS SONG-PARTS SOMETIMES NOT WEAVING-OF-NAME OF-BRING-IT-OF-MANIC-LOUD-NOISY-C'MON-ASSHOLES-JUMP-UP-AND-ACCEPT-THE-CHALLENGE, not scream-melody even full-throated, not from Tamsin not for this no no but imagine a militant march that just fucking loves being a militant march a militant march that'll crawl up your ass and rip out your guts and drag you into the spotlight or out've the spotlight by said guts y'know the ones dragged out of your ass after the crawling up it and
she keeps doing that. All through the year. Talesinger of this moon. Talesinger of that moon. Talesinger of this and that and then this and that and that again and once she reaches the earliest moon January Moon is Wolf Moon she cycles up through the thing again like the song is a palindrome and now that it's all done don'tcha see how it connects don'tcha hear how it connects
Eulogy in Blood Never Shuts Up Echoes of the Lost Laughing Battle Broken Tree Talks-in-Wind
Eulogies in blood never shut up
Echoes
of the lost laughing battle broken
Tree Talks-in-Wind
Eulogy in Blood Never
Shuts up echoes of the lost laughing.
Battle Broken Tree Talks
in-Wind
Eulogy in Blood Never Shuts Up Echoes of the Lost Laughing Battle Broken Tree Talks-in-Wind
and for the piece de resistance of course Tamsin, waning-moon Fianna-woman, slim and compact and dark-haired, broad-featured, serious-eyed, and let's be real flirting with losing her voice like losing her voice is the hottest godamned thing since ever because she repeats this song again and again until she doesn't have to anymore and what the hell do Fianna know of temperance right so she
(nods at Hector if he came by; nods at him like, dude, you can help with this part)
totally
rocks the fuck out. Cinder Song, Furious Lament. Y'all know that when she howled a (their [her]) challenge, the Beloved Horror stopped laughing, right? Y'all heard that?
This is the challenge song, she sings, this is the song of challenging, like it's a lesson to be learned
rinse, repeat, repeat, rinse,
cycle through the year again and again until it's done. One way or another.
hey, gifts of water and/or better-than-water water wink wink nudge nudge Fianna heh heh during this performance-challenge welcome
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OOC: Tamsin wants to be Talesinger and freak out more than usual at moots. In case it wasn't, uh, super obvious, what with the repetition of that fact. Surprise, Jamie! That is what the roll was for.