millions of stars up in the sky

p. Fenrir

POSTED: Sat Aug 02, 2014 10:08 pm

AniWaya was bathed with the light of a dying sun, painting the sky in soft colors that gradually darkened and sending a cool breeze to ruffle the leaves on the trees. The forest was filled with the sounds of a world falling into slumber and with another one just rising to wakefulness. Along the Oceanside quiet waves broke, the seawater gradually falling into inky blackness. The sky eventually became an unending expanse of darkness, peppered only with pulsating stars and a bright, silvery disc of a moon. The canopy was bathed in a faint moonshine, and the bustling noise of AniWaya fell into a faint, drowsy murmur. The only source of true light came in the form of the Great Fire that flickered in the heart of the village, sending dancing shadows over the earth.

Océane’s figure contributed to the shadows that fell over the packed dirt ground, sea foam gaze watching the sacred fire intently. The woman had been sitting for a long time, and only when darkness fell upon her surroundings did she stir, looking up to examine the millions of stars that hovered overhead. She’d been deep in her mind, trying to sort her thoughts neatly and go over each one fully and carefully. It was helpful for her to do this; to sit and just organize her head, and the close presence of the Great Fire that warmed her fur only helped her concentration. Océane now stood and picked a long stick she had brought along with her, dousing the end in burning oil. Quickly, she thrust the limb into the heart of the fire; small embers flew when she retracted it from the inferno, now blazing alight with its own flames. The Hineyu held her guiding light before her and set off toward the tribes paths that were sparsely lined with torches. It was her duty to set them alight to provide guidance for any of her pack mates who may travel during the evening.

((330)) For Fenrir; sorry for the tardy start!

Océane Aston

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Luperci the rules of paradise are never nice
I want your fears, your hopes
the whole kaleidoscope

POSTED: Sat Aug 02, 2014 11:21 pm

The path of the sage was one of true discipline. Orleans took up the challenge with little falter. He was unsure and lacked confidence. The boy would learn soon that he has the power within himself to make the world bend to his will. To do so was to be one with nature. To control and organize your thoughts until even your deepest fear is but a creek you can hop over with little effort. Fear made a man smart but cowardliness made a man stupid. To be fearful was to recognize danger. To be a coward was to fear all that one was not used to. Fen used to be a coward as a child. He went down the path of a sage and now he could fake his own death if need be. Would the Eclipse spread their roots in this land or simply rot away until it was just him and the boy. With a deep sigh breath he noted the allies he had made. he had a sage leading Inferni, a sage in training in his pack, and himself. It was a small group but powerful enough to grow with strength. It would require many to be willing to obey an order if given. Orders were not to enslave or rule it was to train those to be their own protectors.

The man dawned his white hooded cloak with his golden bracelets on as well long with a necklace with a few trinkets and an odd front piece. His mate had copied the designs of the traditional necklaces to produce this for him and he could not deny such a thing or risk upsetting her. In hindsight it actually did look quite well placed on the man as he had placed the crow feather back into his hair. The pale disk in the sky and roaring fire that the man dare to stand against seemed to mimic the eyes of the noble sage. The sapphire sky intermingled with the black of the cosmos as the disk seemed to float on top of the endless ocean above. The fire roared with life as the disk spoke of harmony the fire was of vigor and the power behind life.

Tonight earned a howl from the often quiet man. His howl echoed through the pack lands as it slowly faded out. He grabbed his spear with the steel tip glinting with the fire as he made his way down the path. With the scent of another and the light showing the figure it was obvious what needed to be done. Ocèane was beginning to light the path. Although at this time at night and with so few members it was rather easy to be ambushed. And besides Fen was always lonely at night since his mate and nephew would crash before he had a chance to chat with them. This would be a superb opportunity to begin his work on assisting his pack and keeping a friendship.

With a light cough Fen didn't wish to startle a woman wielding fire. Fen smiled walking beside her. " May I assist you dear sister?" With a warm smile he decided the had been friends long enough for her to earn the title of sister. It wasn't one someone could lose but it still had the highest of trust and sincerity behind it.

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Fenrir Lupercus


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John William Frost
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POSTED: Tue Aug 05, 2014 7:14 pm

Ocèane walked quietly, the flickering fire she held hovering in front of her as to light her path. A slight breeze was present, but the woman was skilled enough to adjust her grip on the torch every so often so that the flames didn’t flicker too close to her fur, or even die in the cold. The Hineyu always found a sort of peace walking through the forest with her portable inferno, watching in silent appreciation as the soft orange light pressed against the darkness that threatened to consume them all. Lighting the torches was a task she didn’t mind; watching each new structure blaze into light to provide more guiding colors was always fun for her; made her feel like she was useful, no matter how small her task may be.

The woman had just stepped onto the torch-lined path when a quiet cough sounded behind her, and she carefully switched hands wielding the flame, turning to watch the light fall against Fenrir’r figure. At the sight of the new member, the dark woman smiled, teeth glinting in the light. “Osiyo, Fenrir. I would love a guide, if you would.” She wasn’t ignorant enough to refuse such an offer; the silence and blackness was adequate for any sort of ambush. It seemed they had driven the loners off, but there was no guarantee they wouldn’t plan some sort of attack. The Hineyu nodded forward, showing the man where they would walk, before she began to move forward. “How are you settling into AniWaya, monsieur?” Ocèane asked, voice quiet as to not break the silence of the night. She stopped and stretched, touching her flame to the tip of the first torch lining the path. It instantly burst into light, and then she moved onto the next, pausing only briefly to look over her shoulder and watch the tribes man for a response.

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Océane Aston

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Luperci the rules of paradise are never nice
I want your fears, your hopes
the whole kaleidoscope

POSTED: Wed Aug 06, 2014 12:03 am

Oh Cherokee, the one language Fen had no knowledge of. At most he could handle broken Russian, French, Spanish, or even Latin but not Cherokee. There were no packs in his homeland that spoke that language and so his family decided it wasn't necessary. Russian was learned from a true Russian that gifted the man in exchange for one of his floral journals. It was a pleasant thought to know the man gifted his mate with such a gift. Although it did make Fen look onto his own mate with a warm smile. She made him many articles of clothing claiming each one made him look even cuter and distracted from his blind eye. That part was always a joke they had and Fen once would have been offended but he grew into the blind eye accepting it as part of who he was. He knew letting the eye get to him would end horribly and even letting his arthritis claim a spot on the board of threats was again ridiculous.

Nothing would make the man rest until he completed his goals. He smiled warmly at his companion as he walked beside her, his spear at the ready. Upon her question the man required time to contemplate. Although time had run out as signified by her returned glance to receive an answer. Damn, he always had to take time to shorten his answers.With a bit of a chuckle and prideful demeanor he patted his friend on the head. " Feels like I am back with the sages, everyone is kind, I have found a home I am proud to call my own, Laurel is enjoying the culture and so am I as it seems similar to the one my old elder taught me, and not to mention I have many friends here like you and Orleans." The man smiled chuckling showing he sincerely enjoyed his time in the pack and was loving every second of it. " Back at Anathema I was losing my sanity but here like I said I feel free and so I promised after meeting you that once I repaid my debt of life to Kent and Nero of Anathema I would come to this land to start anew." It was true she had helped him move onto the life of prosperity and hope. She had helped him find a beckon of hope in the darkness that was his sin city of a pack.

With a nod he looked at her smiling. " And so I owe you a debt now so if you ever need a friend to help you I will be there." It wasn't a forced code of honor debt like the one that tied him down to Anathema, no he made this promise to show his appreciation for what she had done for him.
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John William Frost
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POSTED: Wed Aug 06, 2014 11:55 pm

Slowly, light swallowed the dark as the Fire Maker continued to light the torches. Two, three, four points of light; it was much easier to see the soft dirt path and the light fur of Fenrir aside her as they continued to move along. Ocèane’s torch provided guidance even when they stepped into a new stretch of black; around fire, the woman always felt safer. The light it provided was lively and warm, and not to mention it could be a very useful weapon in times of peril. Not that she expected to come across trouble; mostly, she was just happy to have company to take her mind off her confused thoughts.

Fenrir continued forward to pat the Hineyu on her head, her ears instinctively falling back. It was an odd gesture; but not one that she necessarily minded. She smiled lightly to herself, and then threw the same pleased look over her shoulder to the Ayastigi as he responded, adding a soft laugh near the end. “Orlèans is my nephew. He’s quite the kid; got lots of potential, though.” She nodded to herself as she stretched on her toes to set flame to another torch. “I’m glad that you and Laurel like it here, AniWaya is a safe haven to all.” Dark thoughts crossed her mind as the word Anathema was brought into the gloom; she tried to push down her frustration, but only succeeded in dampening it. Her distaste for the misfit pack was growing, now that her daughter had left for them and what with so many former members coming to AniWaya to flee the dangers that surrounded it. Quickly, though, she moved on, avoiding the topic. “That’s very generous of you; for now, let’s focus on lighting the path.” Ocèane offered him another smile. “Have you met many of the other tribes members?”

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Océane Aston

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Luperci the rules of paradise are never nice
I want your fears, your hopes
the whole kaleidoscope

POSTED: Fri Aug 08, 2014 12:16 am

So many times he had wished to know more about the people he was protecting. It would be odd to die for people that know you only by scent and appearance not by the contents of your heart and soul. So much to do but as of now he would defend his friend as best he could. He could see a nerve was struck at the mention of the demonic pack he had escaped. A note worthy quality for later to examine. So what was he to do? Oh yes of course answer the question given. That would be simple if he wasn't embarrassed by the amount he had met. It would be a sad thing to admit he had met few and never really talked frequently with said few. Laurel had mentioned that he had become obsessed with training and tactics but that was for a worthy cause. He was defending this pack and wished to defend with the utmost efficient maneuvers. He would not risk a slip up to let a pack mate fall dead at the hand of a foe.

That would break the man to know an innocent life was slain due to his own arrogance. That is the key to breaking him but none can see it. It will be only a matter of time before he can truly let go of the secretive behavior Anathema forced him to adopt. Soon he would back to his truest form and no longer would secrets of the man's life be kept from all. But he would need time. With a nod and a smile he looked towards his friend. " Well I have only met you and our nephew..oh Orleans calls me uncle sorry if that's weird but you know he seems to like hanging out with an old man like me," With a bout of laughter it was obvious the large male began to loosen up. How one could live life through what he had and come out open was beyond him but he knew they were out there. He hoped to help turn people into those that can smile even through the hard times. Of course one could never force strength it was gained.

Soon he would help this pack, soon he hoped to make his mark. He would guard his family of Aniwaya and never look back.
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John William Frost
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POSTED: Wed Aug 13, 2014 12:27 am

Ocèane was one of the few standing long-time members of AniWaya, only next to her brothers. Her mother and Ulilohi, along with most of the founding members had all left the tribe in one way or another, and despite the fact she was sister to AniWaya’s sole leader and one of the elder members, the Aston found herself to know very little about her tribes members. The culture flew freely through her speech and through her blood; it was written in her bones, as it was how she was raised and all she had ever known. But the small pack was constantly shifting, never the same for very long, and the Hineyu found herself knowing less and less about its members every day. After speaking a question to Fenrir about who he had met, this dawned on the woman, and she made a silent oath to make a more vigorous effort to acquaintance herself with the other AniWayans, maybe even recruit some. The humble tribe could do with some numbers and lifting up.

A short laugh passed the Fire Maker, and she smiled freely at Fenrir. “That’s alright, Fenrir. It will be good for him to have more father-like figures in his life. Besides, I don’t have a problem associating you with me.” If Orlèans really did call the man uncle, she found it amusing but good. With Attila’s somewhat unsteady demeanor, he should have as much fatherly authority as he could get.

The torches continued to burst into flame as Warrior and Fire Maker followed the path, circling back around to light the other side quickly and efficiently. It seemed to be a swift end to their escorted journey, but soon enough, the last guiding light had been lit, and the entire path glowed in a warm light. Nobody would lose their way now. “Thank you for the escort, monsieur. I should retire to bed, now.” With a respectful bow, the Aston gave the man a smile and a wave of adieu before turning and making her way down the newly lit trail towards home, nearby flames carving dancing shadows on her vanishing figure.

((358)) Hope you don't mind me wrapping this up! Feel free to archive here or with your next post? Thank you for the thread~

Océane Aston

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Ann
Luperci the rules of paradise are never nice
I want your fears, your hopes
the whole kaleidoscope

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