[aw] the wrath of the Lamb
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Setting Location Form NPCs
Location: D'Neville Mansion, IF

Date: 7 Sept

Weather: Very overcast, cool

Time: Midday
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Non-mandatory thread for the conversion of a D'Neville bedroom on the first floor into a chapel. ^^ All welcomed to participate!

This is what the chapel looks like -- at the moment, the carpet, stoup, and altar aren't completed. The pews, dais, and pulpit are finished. Additionally -- of course more religious stuff can (and should!) be added. Unfortunately, Ithiel and Angel, the ones involved in this project, probably would include primarily Christian and Catholic things. But other things can always be added, of course, when more Infernians of different denominations show up! 8B

At the end of this post Maddox just stalked off to go nab some baked goods and thrust them at Ithiel (and whoever else shows up). Whoever can PP her return. Smile


Ithiel is by me!

The innards of the room looked quite good. Angel had been correct in the construction of seats. All three rows were sturdy and could seat three -- perhaps four, with squeezing and smaller sized canines -- Luperci each. The rearmost area of the room had been slightly raised, elevated just a few inches, and a pulpit had been constructed to the rightmost side of the room. Ithiel did not know if it would conform to standards of the chapels and churches he'd visited -- perhaps they'd forgotten some integral part of the construction, or made some error in its execution or layout. But, to him, it seemed a good place, indeed.

There was still work to be done, of course: there was too much space on the dais, and Ithiel wanted a table to serve as an altar. With a good enough cloth covering, no one would even be able to tell what was beneath it. It didn't matter what kind of table they got. And -- he rather liked the idea of a strip of carpet. He remembered the place he'd worshiped most frequently in Scintilla had a strip of carpet serving as an aisle marker. Surely, parts were dusty and dirty, but it wasn't as if such a thing could be made by any Luperci. Such arts were lost, and so they might make do as best they could with the leftovers of the humans.

You gonna stand there or you gonna help me? came a snappy voice. Ithiel turned around, bewildered, and gaped at the honey-colored canine before him. The woman was dragging a few planks of wood along with her, and though she seemed to be making great strides, she'd asked for his help. Almost mechanically and without thinking about it, Ithiel went to the far end of the planks and lifted them. Together and with considerable more ease than when she'd been working on her lonesome, they carried the boards into the chapel room and set them against the wall.

Who are you? And what are these for? Ithiel asked, still a little bewildered. He'd never seen this woman before and wondered how she'd gotten wind of this project as a new Infernian. There was no doubt she was, in fact, an Infernian. Her clear coyote heritage -- pure coyote heritage, he corrected -- was displayed in feature and stature both. The woman crossed her arms and grinned a sardonic sort of smile at him.

Maddox Rowe. I was told I could put my skills to use here and that's what I intend to do. You don't got any shelves, she said, waving her hand around. Where you gonna put your mytho -- I'm sorry, religious books? The grin still lingered on her muzzle, and Ithiel was in the process of deciding he might not be a big fan of this Maddox Rowe, when she rather abruptly turned around and stalked out of the room.

Ithiel stared after her in abject confusion, his jaw hanging slightly ajar. He had forgotten to keep control of his face entirely.

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Table © Raze :: Out of Character text

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Willam had been informed by Ithiel of this project and so she had gone out from Inferni to get something so that she could add to the place. She didn't really know what else to do. The only construction that she had ever really done had been the travois but that was a simple enough project. Well, that and the makeshift training equipment. But still neither were that big of a project. Neither had expanded to use by the general public. it wasn't anything like what Ithiel had proposed to do. She greatly enjoyed the idea but wasn't certain how she could help out exactly.

Willam approached the mansion and headed inside. She made her way to where the chapel was being built. When she got there she was surprised to see how much had been done already. Had Ithiel done all of this by himself? He was the only one around so Willam figured that this was all his handiwork. It wasn't exactly like la Chemin but it was enough to remind her of home. It gave the female hope that more of Infenri would come together for group activities and meetings. Perhaps it was a silly thought but that was the one thing that she really missed about la Chemin.

Once she was done gawking Willam quickly bowed her head. She clutched the book that she had brought with her tightly to her chest, suddenly feeling quite nervous. "I'm here." The words sounded so stupid to her own ears. Of course she was here. He could easily see that. "I... I brought you something..." She tripped and stumbled over the words. Refusing to look up she held her arms stretched out from her body in order to present him with the book. She had traded for the materials to create it, transcribing a replica to her own bible. She had spent days on the project and now felt foolish as she handed it over. She doubted that it would mean to him what it meant to her. It was the first true gift that she had ever given. He had been on her mind for every step of its creation.

The sound of someone else entering the room had Willam quickly dropping the bible, should Ithiel had not taken it from her, and quickly moved away from the male. She couldn't explain why she felt so jumpy and nervous, that she was getting caught doing something naughty and wrong. It wasn't like either in the room were leadership that she had to impress and garner favor from. Or was that where it stemmed from? Had she been trying to impress Ithiel and gain his favor?

Willam forced herself to look up to see who had come in only to find it was a female that she didn't know. The brown coated female had brought a tray with her. Willam accepted a portion of food from the tray when it was presented to her. "Thank you." The words were spoken quietly before Willam closed her eyes to offer up a silent prayer. Once that was done with she placed the food into her mouth and ate. "A confessional is missing." She spoke once she had swallowed. Willam felt as if she could use a confessional right about now.

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498 WELP... just us. XD


Ithiel is by Raze!

The dusky-hued coyote had turned away at last, trying to shove his interaction with this newest coyote from his mind. He was observing the room when the sound of footsteps drew his attention again. He prepared to have a defense ready for the Maddox coyote, when he saw it was not her but Willam. His neutral face gave no hint of his relief, but it was there beneath: Willam, at least, was an ally and a believer. Maddox would need to hold her tongue in their presence.

Ithiel looked at her with surprise, and reached out reflexively to receive the book. He ran his fingers over its cover with surprise and opened it gingerly. Scanning over the first page with the quick eyes of a practiced reader, the dust-colored coyote looked from the page to Willam, and back to the page again. He smiled, dipping his head as he gently closed the book. You copied it yourself, he said, unaware of the finery in her hand prior to seeing it in action.

For perhaps the first time, and with a palpable stab in his gut, the dust-colored hybrid considered perhaps he might be more well-matched with Willam. He sensed the Scintillan leadership would have encouraged this match rather than the one he'd made of his own volition with Alma. The vague longing he felt disgusted him, though, for disloyalty to one's mate was heinous beyond measure. Consummated as they were, the dusky-hued hybrid could not allow himself to even consider such thoughts. He guessed Willam would have suggested penance for such thoughts, too, and might have been disgusted herself. He could imagine no other reaction.

Her motion away as Maddox returned might have been taken for some as indication of just the opposite, but Ithiel was not so quick to discern the meaning of such social cues. He missed it entirely, and was instead focused on defending himself from the tawny-hued coyote he already considered brash and prone to speech above her station. Her approach, however, brought with her the scent of delicious food. The dusky-colored hybrid eyed the squarish brick with suspicion, for it looked different from anything he'd ever eaten before. It smelled of meat and spice, however. Cautiously, he selected his piece. His eyes caught Willam's quick gesture, and Ithiel repeated something akin to it -- a pause, a downcast gaze -- before he ate his allotment.

The taste goaded him into standing up straight, and he glanced toward Maddox with near suspicion in his eyes. Yes, he agreed, licking his muzzle. Thank you. She looked about ready to spew something else like she'd done before her exit, when she abruptly shrugged and smiled shyly. No big deal. What's a confessional? she asked, setting the tray aside. As soon as she had, the coyote stepped toward the planks and began measuring with her hands, shifting them and arranging them as they'd be needed.

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Table © Raze :: Yep, looks like

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"I did. I had to write my own after my first shift. I didn't know if you already had one. I will understand if you find it to be inappropriate." Willam really wasn't used to giving gift and so she was uncertain of the proper protocol for them. Not to mention she didn't know if her hand was easily legible to any but herself. Despite her large and stocky size her script was a fine and flowing one, compromised of thin lines and loops. She had even managed to keep the letters small so that she didn't use all of her supplies so rapidly. She had been told that she had been given enough for two books while she had a third in mind in which she wished to make one for. Because of that she had to keep what she was writing compact yet still easy to read. At least she hoped it was fairly easy to read. "I wasn't certain if you would like it or be able to read it. If not then you can dispose of it." She gave a dismissive shrug of her shoulders, not wanting him to feel forced into accepting the surprise gift.

Willam was starting to see Ithiel as a friend but she wasn't certain how to broach the subject to see if he felt the same. Was it even appropriate to bring it up? She would have never guessed that he might consider her a match, by his birthplace's standards if only that. She didn't believe any could see her as a potential prospect because of her size. And well, that had only become a real concern after Myrika had told her that she would have to find her own mate. It made her realize just at what a disadvantage she was as she couldn't think of a single one that would ever think to choose her. Of course the only reason that she was stressed over a mate was because she wished to give back to Inferni and contribute to the future generations. She only wished to be found able bodied and strong enough to give a litter over to Inferni. Though she supposed that she didn't need a mate for that even if it would be frowned upon by where she had come from to not have a mate before bearing children. Unless there was a sanctioned one time match, of course.

Willam felt as if she deserved penance for having been caught so close to Ithiel even if there had been nothing intimate about their exchange. She felt guilty for having grown so close to a male. But then again her friend back in la Chemin had been male as well. She had received some grief over that. It had never expressly been forbidden to be caught alone with the opposite sex it was still frowned upon. But just like history repeating itself she found that she had more pleasant times spent together with males than with females. Actually it was only the leadership that were of the female populace that she had caught time together with more than once. On the other hand there had been three males that she had spent various amounts of time with over multiple occasions.

Willam finished her piece of meat in silence before she thought to answer Maddox's question. "It is a safe place where one can tell everything that weighs heavily on their heart and mind without being judged for it." She figured that was the simplest way to explain it to one whom she assumed was a non-believer as a confessional had never been heard of before. Willam doubted that the other woman would know what sins were should she not even know what a confessional was.

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