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Puppy Naming Ceremony: Ausa Vatni
Date: Sept 29th, 2013.
Setting: Vinátta Pack Lands, The Grand Lake
Time: Noon
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colibri haki

and I'm still waiting for the rain to fall

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The leaves were falling in earnest now. Autumn had begun tinting the deciduous tree tops in crisp shades of yellow and orange, to contrast with the steadfast evergreens. The sun was hovering just shy of its zenith, casting a pale glow over the still waters of the Grand Lake. In the morning air, the fall chill was evident, but now the sunlight had warmed the land to a comfortable neutral and evaporated the lingering tendrils of mist.

It was time to gather the pack. Colibri nodded to Miskunn Stormbringer, who stood solemnly nearby. The Godja closed her silver eyes and tilted her head to the noon sun, howling a clear knell to summon the pack to the lake shore. Today was Shiloh's day. They would all honor the proud Araedi mother's youths with a blessing and their own Frithr pendants, followed by a feast of celebration. It could have come sooner, but the summer's conflict would have soured the special occasion with bad memories. This way, the little family could have the autumn all to themselves.

The small wolf exhaled slowly, mentally going over the checklist for the celebration one last time. Axle and Grit lent their brawn in the morning to set up the tables and chairs out on the lawn. The Valds respectfully excused themselves from the ceremony itself, returning to their faithful patrol of the borders so that the other guardians could partake in the feast. Security had become somewhat more relaxed now that the Nomads had deserted their side of the lake, but it was no excuse to stop patrols altogether.

Sugar beer and Vináttan wine had been distributed to the tables thanks to Thorn, and the twins Jin and Joon had contributed a bubbling pot of what they cheerfully called sailor's stew; she didn't know the ingredients, but the aroma was fishy with a hint of shallots and ramsons. They had thoughtfully carried other meats from the storage house, for those packmates who would prefer the simpler taste of smoked venison or dried rabbit jerky. Her bobtail flicked anxiously as she surveyed the scene, hoping she had not forgotten anything obvious.

Standing in wait, Colibri could not help but feel like she had come full circle. It had been this time of year when the pack held their very first Ausa Vatni - to honor her own daughters, no less - and Lilin and Saul had bestowed the Sannindi title on Coli. She wasn't sure if she would ever truly feel comfortable in front of a crowd, but a year later, she did feel more stable and confident in herself. Her pups were all grown up, and she had done her best. At least her stutter was a lot less obvious, she thought to herself as she smoothed her palms against her fur in a nervous gesture. Selfishly, she still wished she could have Lilin next to her for moral support. She eagerly scanned the faces of her arriving packmates, looking to pick out Niernan and Fiora.


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Trials of the heart faced Shiloh, and yet she could say with perfect clarity what was the most important to her in life.


They sat before her now, freshly-groomed, perfect and beautiful: bright Abigail with well-brushed markings of timber, handsome Alessan smelling of crisp pine, dark Dreyma with a sheen to her fur. Her birth children looked the prince and princess that they were, while the adopted girl seemed so lean and strong and right sitting with her beloved siblings. She loved them all. She would bloody herself for their happiness.


There were no sacrifices that needed to be made today, but perhaps a morning spent grooming instead of playing or sleeping. The trials lay before and behind the family, but Shiloh was content. It was a moment of peace, a breath of ease. It was the culmination of months of life in prosperous Vinátta, where these puppies were only the newest to have been blessed by their upbringing and blessed by the sprinkle of water and words of the Godja.


Shiloh smiled, radiant, and flashed a proud and warm look to her brother, able to put aside the curl of darkness in the belly as she thought of Lilin. She edged closer to him and looked out at those gathering before the lake. She saw familiar faces already, including Jérôme grinning proudly at the pups, and Wilson perched on a table and winking at her. She returned the wink and glanced back at the leaders, waiting for the ceremony to begin.



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Excitement bubbled within the agouti males gut, green eyes dancing for the first time in a long while. Today was Shiloh's day, to introduce her children to the pack. Of course, most of them were fully aware of the pups due to their adventures outside of the pack, with certain unsavoury characters. Saul often wondered if Abigail and Alessan even remembered what had happened, or whether it came to them as a bad dream. He was almost certain that Dreyma, who was slightly older than the twins, had understood at least a little of what had happened even if it didn't seem to have affected her badly. Though the pups had turned two months old last month and were in fact coming closer to their three month milestone, Saul could still see their tiny little bodies, freshly born and mewling for the first time in their lives. They'd grown quickly, as pups were wont to do, with a big sister that had been completely unexpected to all of them. When he looked at Dreyma, he often wondered how Niernan could stand it. If Lilin had showed up with a child of Barrett in tow, he might not have been as forgiving.


Even so, it mattered not and the warm sun on his back and shoulders was uplifting. It was times like these when he felt close to the Gods, as though they were looking down and smiling upon this happy day. Stood close to his sister, he caught the warm and proud look she gave him and returned it quickly. As much as he was happy for his sister and proud that she'd got so far, there was a bittersweetness to it- he'd been out here with his own pups and mate a year ago. He still had two of his children, even if his mate had left him. Forcefully telling himself that he didn't need her, didn't need to hang onto the resentment, his expression smoothed gently and he watched as the rest of the pack assembled. Miskunn had done this ceremony so often now that it seemed as though she were complacent, but he often caught the tender look in her silver eyes as she gazed down at the pristine pups. Breathing deep, he allowed creamy fingers to brush briefly against his sisters arm in encouragement, his other holding three Frithr pendants that would soon sit around his nieces and nephew's neck.

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colibri haki

and I'm still waiting for the rain to fall

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At last the pack had gathered. There was a low murmur of voices as food and drink were passed down the table in readiness for the celebratory feast, but no one was to eat just yet. Mugs were filled for the toast that the experienced Vináttans knew to expect. There were newer faces in the assembly as well, those who would bear witness for the first time. Coli stood to one side, allowing Shiloh and Saul their sibling closeness. Normally Coli empathized with and even pitied the single parents during this ritual, but not Shiloh. She stood so proud with her beautiful pups, she had no need of a mate or pity. Coli envied the Araedi's strength of will, and let her eyes stray to the silent Godja who was watching the trio of puppies.

The Godja was normally difficult to read, but not today. There was a softness, even tenderness, in Miskunn's gaze as she regarded the wolf children - the Stormbringers being her grandniece and grandnephew. Though her littermate Dreyrugr had been absent for many seasons now, the priestess seemed pleased to watch his children and grandchildren flourish. When the moment was right Miskunn raised her staff, and gradually the buzz of voices faded into respectful silence. Coli held her breath, always fascinated by the familiar words of the ceremony.

The Godja's voice was clear and strong as she stepped forward, gesturing to the seated audience. "Today we accept and welcome the newest generation of Aeska into our family. Through the Ausa Vatni, we bless them with the elements of our home: earth and water." In her other hand was a fresh sprig of evergreen, which she raised as she continued her steady speech.

"The Aeska are laid upon the ground, recognizing the source of all life, 'jord'. Then each child is raised to receive the element of water, a power of healing and good. It is sprinkled three times -- once in the name of Thor, again in the name of Freyr, and lastly in the name of Njord." Her tongue rolled easily over the Old Norse pronunciations as she invoked the names of the deities.

Miskunn nodded solemnly to Shiloh, signalling her intent to begin. Then she swept gracefully to the lake's edge, and dipped her bough of evergreen into the clear water. She turned, sprinkling droplets onto each pup's forehead thrice as she intoned the blessing.

"Ek verp vatni þetta barn a, ok gef honum nafnit... Dreyma." The darkest pup was first, followed by her earth-hued brother, "...Alessan," and lastly their snow white sister, "...Abigail." The switch of evergreen vanished in the sleeves of Miskunn's voluminous robe, and she straightened, raising her staff toward the sun. It was the signal to raise the drinks, and Coli made a small wave of her hands to emphasize it.

The priestess raised her voice, projecting a clear knell over the gathering. "Heilir Aesir! Heilar Asynjur! Heil su in fjolnyta fold!" Colibri spoke the prayer along with her, before taking a step forward and adding the toast, "Hail!" Then she smiled meekly at Saul, waiting for him to distribute the Frithr necklaces he'd carved. With the ceremony complete, it was time to enjoy the feast!


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He was out of place, out of his element. At the back of the gathering crowd, furthest from the children being blessed into this loving family. Furthest from his own children stood the father, watching with a mixture of pride and sadness. Were things different, the King of the Court would have been standing beside the pale woman and the three children who were being blessed that day. He would have been that proud father, beaming over his children. Instead, he was the tall man at the back of the gathering, watching over the heads of the shorter males and females to see the eager and unafraid faces of his children and Shiloh's adopted daughter.


Even then, the King glanced up at her, and saw the love and pride in her face and felt his insides flutter angrily despite himself. His lips turned downward, stretching at his face, at the new scars forming between his eyes. The scarred Sadira watched the strange, foreign ritual performed. The children were dappled with water and he watched them blink away the drops. The rituals of the vikings were so unfamiliar to him, something he had never really read nor encountered. He knew the things Charlotte and he had come up with, but this was something totally different, totally new, and he didn't understand it. Shiloh and the children belonged here, but the King could see that this was not the place for him, not while he had anchors at the Court.


The ceremony completed, a toasting cheer to Saul. Silvano gave a weak smile at the group on the stage, but a proud beam at the children newly welcomed into the viking's fold. He could pretend to be content for the night, for the sake of the family that his children connected him to.



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So don't you worry your pretty little mind . . .


Another Ausa Vatni put a smile on the wheat furred mother’s lips, the pack seemed to be constantly growing! She was on her way to the lake with Leaf and Ivy in tow, joking that perhaps the next ceremony would involve a litter of kits. Leaf’s response had been typical, a sharp nip to her tail before darting forth, and Ivy chasing after him in a fit of giggles. The young lovers still had a lot to learn, but now that they were out on their own, Palaydrian had a feeling babies weren’t entirely out of the question or far from the future. She walked with Jin and Joon the rest of the way, finding the brothers company to be pleasant while she asked about the herd of goats she and Saul had wrangled back into the pens for them. She kept her eyes pealed for her sons, already away from their home when she had returned from an early morning patrol, but she had no doubt they were within the throng of vikings attending the event.


Grabbing a mug of sugar beer for herself, the tall fae with a swathe of braided hair running down her back, made her way towards the front. From her peripheral, she noticed the King of the Miracle Court standing near the perimeter of the group. So this was the father of her little friend Abigail. She was glad he had come, but no doubt he felt out of place. Her stained glass eyes moved to Shiloh. Much like herself, the fearsome Araedi was an unmated mother, but with Silvano’s presence, perhaps she wouldn’t be made into a single parent as Drin had become. The Vald couldn’t help but felt a strange kindred connection to the Stormbringer woman. She loved someone outside of the realm of Vinatta just like Palaydrian. Aeden. Even now, he was on her mind. What if she were to bare his children one day, would he come like Silvano and pay his respects, or would their courtship forever remain a secret?


The hurtful thought dissipated when she felt a gentle nudge at her knee, Leaf. She smiled down at her son, bending to affectionately nose his muzzle before he and Ivy moved past the legs of fellow luperci to get a better view. Miskunn began and Colibri anointed each Aeska’s forehead. As the prayer went up, Drin soundlessly mouthed the words, glancing at her neighbors with a smile before she raised her cup in conclusion, thanking the Gods and taking a long draught of the sweet beer.



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Abigail trundled along behind her mother and siblings, her timber striped muzzle turning this way and that as if the half grown pup was expecting an audience. The only audience she had were the birds and the breeze – she didn't feel like getting under Shiloh's feet just before such a big event, and Dreyma and Alessan were probably focusing on what was to come, too. But Abigail was convinced she could dance, skip and bounce along without losing her elegance or the paws beneath her. She smiled around at the lights of Jordheim which winked like eyes within the houses, but the biggest set of glowing eyes was ahead, in the hall where the naming ceremony would take place.

Abby knew it was a sign that they were growing up, being officially welcomed into the pack and family. It meant big things for all of them and it was a proud night for Mama, as witnessed by what Abby deemed her extra pretty look and the light in her eyes. Abby's own fur gleamed as they stepped into the hall, and her sea green eyes turned upward to study the ceiling. She had known, vaguely, that the pack was well populated, but until they were all gathered the Sadira girl hadn't felt it. Though she walked surely behind Shiloh and didn't tremble when she stood in place before Uncle Saul and the other pack leaders, she was secretly hoping for two things: not to make a fool of herself and for the seldom present figure of her father to make an appearance. She understood that Silvano didn't live with them in Jordheim but she was far too young to grasp the intricacies of adult relationships and assumed, optimistically, that if Mumma got to see their big day then he would too – or perhaps it was merely wishful thinking.

For all her confidence and wide smiles, Abby felt slightly lost as the Vinattans gathered, like an acorn among a room full of oak trees. She tried to focus on her Great Aunt Miskunn and the words both the Godja and Sannindi spoke, turning her face upward to let water be sprinkled on it like warm rain. She gave her brother and sister looks of encouragement, bright beams to the adults stood closest, but when she looked into the crowd the child's eyes were searching - expectant.

The noise which rose from the crowd was warm as it filled the room and Abby stopped searching temporarily to straighten up and smile a little awkwardly at the gathering. She wasn't sure what to do next and was still too overwhelmed to go diving into the midst of her packmates to find the tall man stood at the back, so she hovered close to Shiloh, her smiling face turned up towards the adult conversation but her head taking none of it in.

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Sammy's life was going about in a dream. He was working hard, though not contributing much and he was hating himself for it. All he was doing was playing the flute and trying to learn how to hunt. Other than that he was not doing much more. It made him sick to his stomach that he couldn't be more of a help to Vinatta, the home he had so it was up to him to participate and show himself and hopefully he would be able to make a better wolf of himself.

So here he was at the naming ceremony with his father who he had helped along as he was having an even harder time walking. Sam felt bad that his father was in such pain even if it wasn't his fault. Sam walked the older man to a spot close to hear what was going on, though Shawchert did have excellent hearing. Sam just wanted to be up close and see how things worked. He looked at the younger pups and was secretly happy inside that he was no longer the youngest in the pack. He loved children and he smiled his mischievous smile towards them. He was still a trouble maker in his own way but he was maturing and becoming sterner stuff especially with his father up and down all over him most of the time. He said nothing and neither did Shaw as this was not about them and kept his attention on Shiloh, who had been quite nice to Sam in the past, and her children, though his eyes flickered to the stranger who was close by. He was not familiar and Sam didn't trust him at all.
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Chloé had never attended a ceremony in the pack before, and she was -- however odd it may sound -- nervous. She listened to the spiritual adviser of the pack speak, remaining close to the outskirts of the group, standing near one of the tables. She watched the ceremony, her jaws clamped shut, not really saying anything. Her shoulders were hunched and her hands were clasped together, resting on the tabletop. She felt somewhat awkward standing there, not knowing much about what was going on at all.

During the course of the ceremony she'd been focusing on the surrounding packmates, although she'd picked out someone who didn't belong. Not even their scent was familiar. She didn't pay much attention to it and continued looking around. Chloé didn't know much about Vinátta's culture, a somewhat sad fact since she'd been in the pack for a few months. She'd been too shy and a bit too embarrassed to ask anyone about it though, so she hadn't, and that was that. At least now she was learning something, even if it wasn't much.

The black wolf had also been glancing over at Dreyma every so often, the girl who shared her last name. Lochlan had asked Chloé about her once, since he'd probably suspected that she knew something about the pup since they were supposedly related, but she hadn't, which she hoped hadn't disappointed the other Hollr too much. Tailtip twitching, she continued to sit quietly, eyeing the sugarbeer as if she were going to try it and then split-second deciding she wasn't several times, going through the cycle quite a bit. After a minute or two, her nose still twitching at all the different scents of meats and stuff, she reached out a cautious hand to wrap her fingers around a mug of sugarbeer, picking it up and wandering closer to the crowd, a feeble attempt at trying to fit in. Occasionally, she lifted the mug to her mouth and took a gulp, although that was only after the ceremony had been completed.

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Enter a quiet hunter/Vald. ._.

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As always, Cody was more than a little awkward at social meetings and celebrations. The day had seen him at the tables nearest the happenings, mismatched eyes quietly overtaking both the words and languages their Sannindi seemed to speak far more fluently than himself. The only words he'd brought himself to understand were the ones that had been spoken at the last couple of naming celebrations and the fact that the pups these days were also getting their frithr necklaces rarely went unnoticed. Cody still wore his own, had actually added to it with a blue bead on each side, one for each year he'd been alive.

The scars that they covered had long since been shielded by the dense fur of his chest, chestnut colored spot over his eye gaining a quick scratch as he brought himself to peer quietly over the pups being acknowledged today. He spotted Saul, a guy he'd not really seen before, Shiloh, whom he still felt a hint of a school boy crush for, Chloe, someone he was bound to by trails of blood and tribulation and, of course, the rest of the pack, at least the ones who were able to be there. His fingers curled around the cup that held his drink, silently lifting the cup to his lips for a short drawl that ended with a broad, flat tongue striking over his lips a moment later.

As always, he'd dressed down for the event, wearing nothing but the frithr necklace upon his neck and his own skin and fur. Flying in the air above everyone, his trusted friend, Gwnyth who circled in the sky as she was meant to. She easy going these days, not the same feisty individual that had bitten at his fingers, scratched his arm and shoulders with her talons. No, now she was a mother and there was still one hatchling left to give away. He was unsure of what to do with it, other than to let the pack take it over. There were more than just one falconer these days which made perfect sense to him. With another sip at his drink, he moved toward the nervous looking Chloe and gave her a small hint of a grin, moving to lean close to her. Having a good time? he asked with a slight tilt to his head, quiet demeanor lost for a moment. He'd always fit in, if not because of his closeness to the others in the pack, then to his rather silent demeanor that befit a warrior of his nature. The vald silent looked up toward the speakers again, caught and enthralled by their words before his attention moved to the scents of meat and other foods, no doubt a few things he'd hunted thrown in the mix.

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Aspen remembered Lochlan telling her about ceremonies the pack had, but there hadn’t been one yet since she had joined, and she had been wondering if there would be one. She felt out of place when this one finally happened, even though she had cooked some of the food for it. It felt rather private to her, a family event and maybe it was because she didn’t quite understand what was going on, but she felt a little bit like she was intruding, although she knew she shouldn’t.


She was in her two legged form, which wasn’t helping matters, but she was finding it more and more useful. Aspen was still too short to actually see what was going on, but she was okay with that. Her ears worked fine, so she simply listened while glancing around at the other wolves with her head ducked a little and her shoulders hunched. The language spoken was completely unfamiliar, although she recognized the puppy’s names from meeting them a few months back when she visited Shiloh. Her ears perked up at Colibri’s voice; Aspen wasn’t used to hearing her speak so loudly.


The ceremony then seemed to be coming to a close and she glanced around a little more. Then she spotted Chloé and Cody and her ears dipped back as she shyly approached them. It would be nice, at least, to be around some canines she knew, although Aspen knew she should try to get to know more packmates as well.


“H-hi,” she said in a quiet voice, absently rubbing at the scars over her collarbone. It had become a nervous habit, and she was having little success at breaking it. Aspen crossed her arms in front of her to try to stop and wondered if maybe she should have gotten some of the sugar beer or maybe the wine.


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Tayui felt numb. Even as she approached the festivities and saw the warmth and happiness, she couldn't find any way to match the emotions. She knew that her children and her mate would be there, but even that wasn't reason enough to push herself to smile. Silence, respectful and inoffensive, seemed more appropriate. Rather than ruin everyone's mood, she'd simply exist. She would watch and she would hear, but she would not contribute, for there was little to contribute. She wished she could support Shiloh more, but all she could think about was how happy she and Anu had been during their children's Ausa Vatni and how much it had changed since then.

Desperate not to cry, Tayui instead remained silent, blinking only when tears threatened her vision. All she could think was how Abigail and Alessan might be next. Palaydrian had lost her mate and Tyris and Taro had lost their father; Saul was without a mate and so too was NIernan. Misfortune befell everyone. Perhaps Nayati was right about the curse on the lands: as long as a place was named after a horrid thought, nothing could could come of it. She still recalled the lands of Bleeding Souls and it seemed as though the lands of 'Souls had not escaped that curse.

She wished they had.
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It was good that the pack had this celebration to focus on; perhaps it would distract everyone from the crises that had befallen them recently. The Ironside conflict had wiped them all out and left an air of fear and paranoia over the pack, it had started to dissipate, but everyone remembered the fear. Nier himself couldn't forget; his scarred shoulders were going to be a constant reminder. Then most recently Carya had been stolen away by some twisted freak. the condition they had found her in was appalling, not something he was likely to forget anytime soon. Though now the pack had cause to celebrate, they were welcoming Shiloh's children to the pack officially. Dreyma, Alessan and Abigail were to be blessed before the pack brothers and sisters, and more importantly, the Gods. He smiled as Shiloh escorted her children to the front of the gathering, standing before Miskunn, Saul and Colibri. His face truly lit up when he laid his eyes upon his mate. She looked fantastic there, stood next to Saul, a new confidence shining from her. He was strangely proud of her; there was time that she would have stuttered her way through her words, but now she spoke clearly and confidently. He grinned up at her, hoping that she could see him among the gathered pack members.

He forced his eyes away from his mate and watched the ceremony unfold; the blessings, the sprinkling of water, and then he joined the prayer at the end, the words naturally slipping from his tongue. His mind went back to when it was his children being blessed, watching Teagan and Lochlan stand before the pack and be accepted by their pack and the Gods. He found himself staring at Dreyma, the dark child that was more Shiloh's daughter than her biological mothers. He had thought that he would have a problem with the green eyed girl, but he really didn't. She was pack, and most definitely family, and any link that she had with Grace, his former lover, was gone. She would grow up a Viking and that was all that mattered. He dragged his eyes away from the pup and looked around at his fellow Vináttans, catching sight of many faces he recognised and one that he didn't. The tall male stood towards the back of the gathering, watching intently over the heads of the shorter Vikings. He was a stranger to Niernan, but if he was in the packlands, and had gotten as close as the Great Lake then he must know someone. Though the way he watched Shiloh and the pups sparked something in his memory; perhaps this was Silvano, the father of Abigail and Alessan. Niernan could see that the male knew no-one in the pack, and that some were wary of him. He felt a twinge of disappointment that nobody had taken the time to greet the male, he had as much right to be here as anyone else.

That thought settled Nier's mind and he broke from his place in the gathering, heading towards the stranger, determined to do the polite thing and welcome the stranger King. He neared the male and spoke softly, "Silvano, right? I'm Niernan, Shiloh's cousin." He offered his hand for the male to shake, smiling politely.


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The Ausa Vatni was the woman's most favorite of ceremonies that the pack came together to celebrate. The use of the elements, the presentation of the smallest of the pack's members, the naming. The pack was more prosperous then any other she had ever called home, and the ceremony to introduce the young was a remind of their growth and strength. She met the pack with a heavy heart, the fighting and the pain their daughter had gone through... They needed the cheer and happiness.


They gathered at the call, and the Aston-Coeur family came in waves. She walked ahead while Andira followed. Oak and Cypress already stood beside the lake, the red fur of Oak could not be missed at the least. She took up a cup, and Andi did the same. The merle fey took a sniff of the drink, and Anu smiled at the face that she made. The adolescent was not yet used to the taste of anything but water. Blue eye scanned the room, looking for her mate so that they might stand beside one another.


The pale wolfess was easy to pick out of the crowd, and Anu made her way to Tayui swiftly and gracefully. With not more then a soft smile Anu greeted her and the ceremony began. The words came from the Godja, ones that Anu knew well, and in the end they raised their glasses and cheered. It was easy to forget the recent misfortunes for the very small but lighthearted moment. She turned to meet her packmates, to smile at her family and toasted with them the naming of the newest Vináttans. When she turned to touch her cup against that of one of her older sons Anu noticed something that she hadn't experienced in some time.


The eyes could be misleading, but the scent of Marino blood could not be mistaken. Anu found him, behind the large group. His face sat above the shoulders of Vináttans, and it was obvious that he was misplaced. Heart skipped, and her eyes blinked rapidly as she turned back to face the main event and tried to focus. At the time she could not understand why he was here and in her home lands, but the answers would no doubt come quickly.


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I make my mark and fight for tomorrow.




She hadn't felt like part of the pack recently; after the Ironside conflict she had descended into a rhythm of hunting and sleeping. She hadn't really done anything else, apart from thank Skadi for her prey at the shrine, and that one meeting she had had with Cody in Amherst. She was getting bored with her life, she needed to do something to liven up her life. She knew one way to do that, but she didn't want to follow that path, she didn't want to leave the pack. This was her home, she felt safe here. Sure, the excitement of leaving and wandering the dangerous beyond was intoxicating, but she was too much of a homebody. No, she needed a distraction a little closer to home. For now that was the Ausa Vatni.

She strolled to the lake side to watch her little cousins and half sister be blessed in front of the pack and the Gods. She couldn't help but flash back to when it was her and Loch being sprinkled with water by Miskunn's sprig of evergreen. She grinned as she looked upon little Dreyma; there was now no doubt that she was part of the pack. The dark girl was a Viking, along with everyone else in the pack, in Teagan's mind the ceremony cleansed them of any outside taint from their shared, transient mother, though the connection was still there. As she thought of connections she looked around for her brother, he was usually nearby, and there was no way that he would miss this. She stood on tiptoe, a little short yet to see over the heads of the gathered pack. Her smoky blue eyes scanned those near to her, finding no trace of him She saw a flash of familiar colour and followed it, but it wasn't Loch, it was her father and he was walking towards the only stranger that Teagan could see. He must have been Abby and Alessan's dad, the foreign King. She ran her eyes over all of him that she could see; she didn't see anything special, just another male wolf, but then she didn't see others the same way as everyone else. She allowed a brief sigh to escape, lamenting her differences, before turning back to scanning the crowd for Loch.



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The Caramel Araedi arrived when a great many of the pack had already gathered. He was late clearly, but still in time to catch up on the ceremony. The family was growing so quickly and it felt fantastic to be surrounded by it all. Doubtless there would be differences and arguments, but he couldn’t imagine living with any other group of people, it was warm in a far more fundamental way than mere temperature, familiar, it as home. Of course, in amongst all of the familiar scents was the permeating musk of another, a stranger. It didn’t take Bran long to spot the male, nor was he surprised when he did. Silvano had been invited, and while Bran couldn’t help being weary of non-members being in Vinatta, he understood the reason, besides what threat could the wolf pose amongst the pack.

When the cheer went up, and he saw Nier moving towards the strange wolf, Bran came at the pair from a different direction. The caramel pelted male was not hostile, but he was intensely curious. He heard Nier introduce himself and before the other wolf could respond Bran appeared.

”And I’m Nier’s brother, Bran.”

His Irish accent was clear in his speech and his crooked grin was on his face. Bran wasn’t sure if Shiloh’s pregnancy had been something they’d wanted, or an accident of circumstance, but the Araedi had no reason to judge, only recently he’d had a scare, it was just lucky it had been nothing.
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Ascher walked with his head down against the breeze. The lights of Jordheim were still in the Stormbringer's peripheral vision and he moved towards them smoothly and quietly with Archimedes perched on one narrow shoulder. The bird was quiet, for once, apparently having decided that he would be lenient with his Luperci friend on this occasion, or perhaps just because he was happy to be taken along with the quiet Eljun.

The last big get together thrown in the Viking lands had seen Ascher withdrawn and slightly dishevelled. Today he was considerably more alert – enough to head straight to the sugar beer before standing in the middle of the watching wolves to see his nieces and nephew be given the Gods' blessings. It was a ceremony he had now attended more than a couple of times, and he calmly spoke the words along with the louder, more exuberant voices. For once, the strumming of Bran's guitar wasn't struck up, and instead the room filled with chatter.

Once the important words had been spoken Asch cast around for someone to strike up a conversation with, noting Bran and Niernan talking to a tall stranger who had a whiff of a more Southerly pack about him, and who would have probably been Ascher's height with his knees bent at right angles. Ascher watched interestedly for a few moments before spotting Teagan, also searching for someone. The coppery male meandered over and offered a warm smile. "I'm Ascher.”

Archimedes, who had remained glued to the Stormbringer man's shoulder, gave a hoot, obviously interested in the possibility of harassing – or perhaps even befriending, in this strangely pliable mood of his – any other birds present. Ascher's hand travelled up to the small bird's puffy chest, tickling the smooth feathers and winning himself a look of great disdain. It was better than 'Medes' usual response to affection, anyway.

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It was awhile since the incident had taken place, and the little Aston female was following her own path as of right now. She had her own house already, and although she felt a little sad about leaving her mothers' and sister, Andi, and brother- Auggie, she knew that her parents knew it was inevitable. So, as Carya would find herself wandering towards the Ausa Vatni, for Abigail, Alessan, and Dreyma. Smiling a little bit, Carya's ears swiveled on her skull and she returned to glance over the odd male that was standing near Ascher, Niernan, and Bran. This must be the father of Shi's children, Carya thought. She heard the words spoken by the Godja, and smiled offering a small 'hail' of her own before grabbing a glass of sugar beer. She sipped on it silently.

Carya quickly made her rounds and gave a 'hello' to both of her mothers'. She spotted Sammy and would approach him giving him a small playful squeeze on his shoulder, offering him a small hello, before making her way towards Ascher, the stranger, Niernan, and Bran. Only a small smile was on her face when she saw his face, and then it widened. He wasn't Judas, he wasn't the male that had hurt her- but still, anyone could have been someone who wished to harm others. Her body would slide towards the three larger males, and Carya would greet all three males with a dip of her head, her voice small and a little raspy from her nightmare that jerked Carya awake last night. Now that she'd moved out, it would seem as though nothing could prevent her nightmares. Oh well, she'd over come them. Eventually. Hi, Bran. Ascher. Niernan. Her scarred eye turned up towards Silvano, and her head cocked as she evaluated him for a few moments, her ears pricked and her eyes drinking up his fur and his face, making sure to get his entire face embedded into he memory.

Then she would offer the male a small hand- hoping in fact- that she'd not interrupted Bran, or Niernan or even Ascher from their greetings with this strange male. She was positive he was the leader of Cour de Miracles, that was the rumor of Abigail and Allesen's father. She just didn't know his name. Hi there'm Carya Aston. As soon as he shook her hand- if he even wanted to- she'd withdraw and stand to the side, sipping on her sugar beer still.
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Miranda quietly watched the ceremony, a glass of wine in her hand. She had been told of the significance of this, and was happy for the pups before her, though she had never heard their names before then. This type of blessing and welcome would give them a sense of belonging that the female had wanted as a pup, but had never had. The hybrid lifted her glass to her lips after the ceremony was complete, and turned toward the tables to eat, and then go back to her horses.
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ekaterina voronovna
without the mask where will you hide?




The Russian was slow to get used to packlife. If fact she had done very little to even draw attention to her existence within the pack. She kept to her small house, hidden from the other houses by the forest, during the day, choosing to sleep when the sun was up and prowl when it was night. She often checked on the stables, or just wandered the territory, doing relaxed patrols, learning the forest. She did her best to never cross paths with anyone, though after a month it was likely a few had noticed her once or twice. She typically wore her dark green cloak, which kept the autumn chill from reaching her body, but it also put her face into heavy shadow. Not a particularly approachable look. Especially when one noticed the saber she now kept strapped her back. Her bow was kept in her house unless she was hunting.

This was how the elusive woman dressed today, black breeches, tight black tank top, and dark green cloak with the hood down for once. She had no reason for the sword on her back, but she felt naked without it. This was a mandatory occurrence, and Ekaterina wasn't out to be rude. She was simply extremely anti-social. Baba Yaga had stayed at the house, too used to the nighttime routine to stay awake at noon. She watched silently on the very fringe of the crowd, sitting on the extreme edge of her chair when she had to sit down. She followed along with the ceremony, saying the prayer out loud as they were her gods as well, but as soon as others began to leave their seats, the lean woman quickly retreated from the tables to a nearby tree. There, she leaned against the bark and chewed on smoked venison she had grabbed from the table. Her golden eyes observed her surroundings, watching her packmates mingle.

A man who did not smell of Vinatta seemed to grab the most attention and Ekaterina's gaze flickered from his face to those surrounding him, watching the way they interacted. She did not expect anyone to approach her. If anyone recognized her as the wraith who lurked the packlands at night, they likely wouldn't want to speak to her.



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Tyris awoke with a thud. He had fallen out of the tree he had been dosing in. With a small grumble, the pale twin rose to his feet. Autumn had come swiftly this year. All the dying leaves and icy winds that covered the landscape made the young male's mind race. He found some strange enjoyment out of the fact the land had turned a depressing shade of brown and red. It seemed to match his mood if anything.
Rubbing his paw against the sore spot on his head, he could feel a small bump where he had fallen down. He frowned angrily. Yet it was in that moment that Tyris remembered something his mother had told him. There was a ceremony today.
"Oh no!" He exclaimed. Flattering out his messy mane, Tyris broke into a run toward the festivities. He arrived out of breath and dizzy. Halting just outside of the crowds, Tyris tried to breathe normally once again.
"Made it," he muttered to himself, not really sure why he'd bothered to come at all. It wasn't like he knew all of these strangers that seemed to be mingling with each other. He didn't feel like being joyous. Plus Tyris didn't mingle.
He just sat quietly watching, nursing his aching paws. He couldn't wait to be able to shift like the adults did. He would do so many wondrous things.


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It was quiet, an uncomfortable silence that the child felt when her mother was not home. She knew about the new man in her mother’s life the one she was curious about, was it not her mother that said men were bad? Shaking her head she looked down at her favorite feline, his autumn colored eyes piecing through her blue soul. She bent down as she clasped the chain-like bracelet around his neck once more, the into amber bead dangling gently against his throat. He was getting so much bigger than the kitten he once was, he seemed to fuss less when they went to wash themselves in the water for the ceremony.



Black gloved hands gently brushed against his ivory fur, a soft smile was matched with his own feline version. “We should ‘et going” He purred against her touch as a howl rang out through her home, it was time. Slowly she slipped her cape-like creation over her shoulders and place the hood over her folded ears, something she always felt embarrassed about. The feeling that she was doing something wrong happened to hang over her head like a little rain cloud that wanted to thunder over head and scare her. A yelp of surprised escaped her lips as she realized her wrongful timing, the ceremony had already started. The children were doused with the trickles of water to bless them into their religion, and even the festivities had started. Slowly the newly promoted youth slipped inside the celebration and could not help but accept a cup that was happened to be passed around to give everyone a taste of their sweet brew.



A wrinkle seemed to grace on her face as she grimaced at the strange smell but then it took her back, that fairly cold day where she stumbled on a doorstep with a similar smelling liquid that took away her fear. Daringly the child tilted the wooden cup to her lips, the taste was sweeter than she remembered but that did not stop from clicking her tongue as she quickly downed the liquid of the container and went to find another. A gentle feeling of pain reminded her where she was, as well as the sing of claws that resulted in a kitten whispering in her ear. ”’Hat’s not smart.” were the words the kitten purred before jumping down in hopes to find his father or even his littermates.



Shaking her head she made her way to her mother, though her head began to cloud if only slightly due to her rather low tolerance of alcohol. Was she going the right way?

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The last ceremony like this had been his. How many months had passed since then? It felt like forever and yet no time at all since he sat there and received the full blessing of the Viking pack upon him. The boy had sat down near to family when he first arrived, though he was itching to see just one wolf: Carya. She was always the wolf he wanted to see, the face that he imagined when he woke and dreamed about as he slept. Was that normal? He doubted it, yet it seemed inescapable. All he wanted was to be near her, to protect her, to spend time with her. The worries of whether they were right for each other or not seemed to have faded over time. There was something about her that told him it didn't matter. That he had no choice; something else had decided for them that the world was going to be theirs together.

He itched through the entire ceremony and grinned as the Frithr necklaces were offered to the newest members of the pack. Loch raised his glass of sugar beer and then drank deeply of it. Standing up as soon as it was appropriate and heading over to find Carya. She was in a grouping with his uncles and Silvano, the mostly unknown father of Shiloh's children. Honestly, Loch cared nothing at all about his aunt's lover. He wanted to see his own dear one. So when she stepped back, he came up beside her. Careful not to sneak, because he didn't want to surprise her. Leaning in, he would nudge her cheek with his nose affectionately unless she pulled away. "Hey there, Miss Aston, fancy seeing you here." he murmured with a sweet smile reserved solely for hers.

Oh yes, it was without a doubt true: Lochlan Stormbringer was smitten. The ceremony, the children recently blessed, and everything else faded in comparison to this one fundamental thing in his life. Carya Aston was in the room.
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