The Night Mind

POSTED: Wed Jan 29, 2020 1:27 am

Thread Generator: It's late evening in a dense forest, and it's the first day of sunshine in weeks.
Your character gathers firewood to start a bonfire.



Mors looked over to his sister Pandora. He smiled, a large genuine smile, which was mostly a rarity for him. Not that he was unhappy, but his face was rather stoic and an apathetic type. But he was hopeful that this night was going to be different, and was going to be fun for them. He and Pandora had planned to spend a night out in the black forest. A large fire to enjoy and keep warm was the first plan of action. Recovered from his travels, which was a near impossible challenge due to the blizzard that had escorted him back home, he seemed very relaxed and comfortable now. And even more so at that moment, while spending time with his sister and no worries, duties or responsibilities to plague his mind.

“What do you think of this spot?”
He motioned around, and asked Pandora. The area was not much different than any other area; trees, more trees, snow. But there was a nice contour to the land which would make a good spot to set up a fire.

With her approval of the site in which to set up their little camping trip, he was more than willing to go gather the firewood needed for the night. Mors was happy to do physical labor and gritty tasks for his sister. Pandora would still have tasks to complete while Mors was collecting fallen timber and twigs, such as setting up the site and a fire ring.
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POSTED: Wed Jan 29, 2020 2:25 am

Pandora Nocturne
Word Count → 624 :: Out of Character text

The return to Salsola from Fort Preble had afforded the Einar-Nocturne youths a luxury that, frankly, Pandora had not expected. It was a luxury that she certainly did not mind, though. At Fort Preble they had been occupied for most of the time, either with religious studies or other didactic endeavors – after all, they were still young, their mother’s children, and needed to be taught to grow into intelligent, useful Salsolans. The return to the pack’s main land signaled a shift in the family dynamic; their sole purpose was not to live to be shaped and molded anymore. No, they had all grown into fine young Luperci. Now, their prime job was to find their place in the pack and carve out a niche for themselves. That meant that when they returned to the pack lands, the Einar-Nocturne children found they had an unprecedented amount of spare time on their hands.

Of course, they were supposed to be using that time for a certain purpose, but Maelyx also knew that young spirits needed to figure things out for themselves, and that a little time could be allotted to them as they readjusted to pack life. And with that little bit of extra time, the siblings and litter mates chose to spend that time together.

Much of the recovery work after the blizzard had been fulfilled. Pandora had performed allof her prayers, rites and rituals for this cycle, and the work around the cottage in Millstone Village was as complete as the Nocturne family was ever going to get it… After all, Maelyx was still working on securing them a better, more prestigious home in the Ruins. With the tasks done, Pandora had free license to roam.

And roam she did. It was Mors who proposed the idea first, for Pandora was too frightened of the thought of staying outdoors. Though she was a wild animal at heart, her frail health meant that being outdoors could be fatal in the wrong conditions. Her brother knew of her weaknesses, though, and convinced her all would be well as long as they remained within Salsola. Maelyx gave her encouragement, too, knowing that her daughter needed to experience the world outside of four walls a lot more than she had previously. Though, she had been sure to pull Mors aside and remind him not to let Pandora go off alone, or become too cold, or too excited. Her poor health, they all assumed, was a trait of her albinism. They did not understand why she was so frail and often in poor health, but they knew they would protect her for as long as they could.

Maelyx also gave Pandora an extra layer of clothing. Wrapped in her teal and gray wool clothing, Pandora also layered on her shawl, bear-fur leg warmers, and the fur-lined cloak of her mothers. It was a wonder she wasn’t sweltering beneath all that, but Pandora was convinced she was “cold blooded.”

The layers and layers of clothing made a funny affect, making Pandora appear much larger - and wider - than she was in real life. Still, she managed to trudge along through the snow behind Mors, letting him lead the way and lay the footwork until they reached a seemingly ambiguous spot that Mors seemed to favor. Pandora pretended to survey the place for a moment before agreeing, Yes, it looks good to me. Truth be told, she would have agreed on any spot.

Pandora carried a small bag that held several items – most of which were used in her craft. She let the bag slip from her shoulder and set it gently upon the ground before turning to her brother. Okay, what now, fearless leader?

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POSTED: Fri Jan 31, 2020 12:18 am

He smiled at her enthusiastically when she agreed to the spot he had picked for their night out. This little excursion of theirs was obviously having a positive effect on Mors, as he was way more jubilant than normal. Mors was feeling very cheerful, thought, and he had noticed it as well. He thought maybe it was due to the fact that he felt like he could be himself around his sister. In the pack and in public there always seemed to be an image to uphold, or some manor he was act. Silently he found all that very exhausting, but had never expressed this to anyone by words or actions.

“Yes! Why don’t you create a small clearing for the fire and some places for us to sit.” He responded to Pandora in a delighted tone.

He started his work and gathered various sizes of wood to keep the fire as perfect as possible so that it would be an efficient fire and last throughout. He made outstanding progress at accumulating a stock of firewood. But as he returned from his fourth trip back from wood gathering he did not hold a stack of wood and sticks. Rather; his hands were cupped and held a small mound of dark blue objects, of various sizes and all round. He bounded back towards Pandora even more excited than before, his eyes were of wonderment and delight.

“PANDORA!” He yelped out excitedly as he approached her. He showed her the items he carried with him.

“I found a bunch of berries!” He held his hands out towards her, offering to give her them lot of them. The bright red berries were rowan berries. Somewhat poisonous uncooked if you could handle the awful taste and in large quantities. He had learned at the outpost, though, that the rowan berries had many uses. One can make a liquor or wine from the berries. Also able to make a jam or jelly when cooking them and adding sweeteners. While this exchange was occurring a speck of light twinkled. The blink of light was behind Mors and very brief.
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POSTED: Wed Feb 12, 2020 6:35 pm

Pandora Nocturne
Word Count → 300+ ::

Her brother was more excited than she had seen him in several moons. Although they were only young adults, it seemed like Mors had been born a serious, mature man. The worries seemed to melt off of her shady hued brother as they traversed through the forest. It was their time, now. Time to them to simply exist and enjoy themselves, a fleeting respite that resembled the youthful life they once lived.

Pandora nodded her acquiescence as Mors suggested she clear a space for the fire and then disappeared into the woods. A warm smile pointed his direction for a beat before the small witch went about her task. Here the curtains of tree branches protected her well enough, so she shrugged off the fur lined cloak and relied on the teal wool clothing to protect her from the elements.

The jackal hummed a low chant to herself as she worked, clearing up brush and deadwood until there was a clear space to build a fire, then she got down on her hands and knees and began to dig at the snow. She cleared the powder away until she found the loamy earth beneath it.

If there was one thing a witch could do it was prep and build a fire. Pandora peered at her work with satisfaction just as Mors came prancing back, excited and holding out his cupped hands.

Berries? In this chill? she asked in disbelief, and stepped up to Mors to peer at the red berries in his hands. It was hard to believe that anything so bright and colorful could thrive in this treacherous northern weather, but there they were. Pandora beamed. Wow, where were they growing? Do you know what they can be made into? It would be impressive if we created a red dye in the dead of winter! Pandora’s words faded for a moment, replaced by silent thoughts of what kind of status or approval the family would receive from the pack if they could provide some pigments during the winter.

Mors! Pandora yelped suddenly, her pink eyed becoming perfect rose moons as they lit up in surprise. Forgetting about the berries, she gestured wildly. Behind you!

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POSTED: Thu Feb 13, 2020 11:39 pm

“I know! Rowan berries! I think we can make wine out of them. I’m not sure about the red dye, but I don't see why not!” He responded to Pandora excitedly.

His demeanor changed instantly when his sister suddenly said his name. With focus on the berries, he missed the look in her eyes and was caught off guard. He stared at her for a moment and tried to process what happened. The sudden change of mood had a shocking effect on Mors.

With her warning he turned quickly to look behind him. Mors surveyed the forest with his head craned and turned as far as he could. He did not see the light Pandora saw, which made him look far and near, up in the tree branches and on the forest floor. He tried to spot anything out of place. The trees stood tall and mighty. The ground blanketed in snow only had standard wildlife traces in it. He sniffed the air before finally turning back to his sister.

“What?” His tone was somewhat sharp. He could tell she wasn't playing a trick on him, but he saw nothing. As he spoke the light appeared right beside them. Quickly it grew and took a luperci form. The luminosity of the form prevented any distinguishable features, like a silhouette of radiating white.

“Mors” the figure spoke in an obscure voice. The voice sounded like it could be a male luperci, but had a waver effect to it. Like the air shook or vibrated as the sound emitted from the being. The apparition before them seemed to turn towards Pandora and with the same oscillating voice spoke.

“Pandora” it said with a pulsation in the air around them. The light that had emitted from the being began to diminish rapidly and quickly it disappeared. Mors moved to protect his sister moments before it vanished. He positioned himself to be between the light and his sister. He said nothing and stood there trying to comprehend what had just happened.

“What was that?” Mors turned to Pandora, “What just happened?”
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POSTED: Sun Feb 16, 2020 1:52 pm

Pandora Nocturne
Word Count → 400+ :: I just wanted to mention to anyone reading along that we are making sure we're cognizant of the rules on the Supernatural in Souls and that we do refer to the guide frequently! :) We are just experimenting and seeing where it goes, with no plan yet in mind.

Mors’ response to her gasp seemed slow, but that was only because Pandora was so shocked at the sight of the apparition that it felt like time stopped. The thing only flickered behind her brother and was gone by the time he began to realize her alarm wasn’t because of something he had done, but because of some other source.

Pandora raised a trembling hand to point over her brother’s shoulder just as the light pulsated back into existence again. How could they possibly be seeing the mysterious phantom again?

Red peppered the snow as the brilliant berries spilled from Mors’ hand. Pandora’s heart thrummed as the apparition swelled into being right next to Mors, its shape shockingly like that of an Optime Luperci but with no features that she could make out. It even seemed almost colorless though she knew that was impossible. Her ears flattened when the deep voice spoke, and what Pandora heard was similar to someone trying to speak underwater, muffled and distant though the… being… was right there.

It suddenly rushed to her, and for all her bravery in the mystical arts, she was unprepared for such a confrontation and yelped and put her hands up to protect herself while she reeled away. But nothing touched her, nothing could touch her. Nothing more seemed to take shape. And just as abruptly as it appeared, it was gone.

Pandora was frozen for a moment, and then finally realizing that she was no longer in danger, she slowly brought her arms down again. Then there was a voice, one much stronger and clearer than whatever she heard a moment ago. Despite the adrenaline thrumming through her veins she was slow to respond to her brother.

I… I think… Pandora had practiced the craft all her life, just waiting for a moment of vindication. Now that moment was here, and Pandora could barely believe it. A… ghost? she turned her confused, rosy gaze to Mors. Or… an… ap… apparition? It doesn’t seem to be able to stay solid. M-maybe a minor spirit? But I don’t know how a minor spirit would know our names… Maybe it is a weak ghost who has been watching us when it can’t manifest.

She was shaken by the whole thing, and wasn’t sure if a lovely little camp out with her brother was appropriate anymore. I think we should consult Mother.

If I am an angel, paint me with black wings.

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POSTED: Wed Feb 19, 2020 2:54 am

He stared at Pandora with a hollow gaze. He heard her words but was lost in his own thoughts from the encounter with a light that could speak their names left him rattled him inside. His doubt in metaphysical beings was on the same level as his doubt in magic and witchcraft but this event proved to be a major conflict to his current beliefs in such matters. Mors felt like his mind was exploding with thoughts, theories and possible answers to what had just witnessed before him and his sister. He tried to concentrate on her words while his thoughts continued at an attempt to understand the illuminated being that emerged.

“I dont know. I dont think so. Maybe we imagined it. Weather has affected us or the berries” He said to Pandora as she asked about what the light could have been. He thought up the berries as he spoke and he ended up focusing his discomfort on them. Slowly his unease turned to a defensive rage and he kicked at the berries, trying to cover the berries up with snow. Leaving the berries partially covered, the color dulling out to a pinkish color of dots all over the snow before them, with an occasional splotch of red where the berry did not get covered. He thought some action would make him feel a bit better but it had no real effect on his strife and mood.

“No, well, yes lets tell her but we should get more information for her.. Let's see if we can find it again.” He said with an artificial courage that Mors drummed up inside of himself. He felt torn, wrong and even embarrassed a bit from his current disbelief in ghosts and this light apparition could possibly prove all his thoughts and feelings about magic, paranormal and otherworldly things incorrect. He convinced himself that the episode either never happened or that if it did occur then he wanted solid proof to the point where no theories would even remotely disprove its existence.

He turned away from his sister and faced towards where the light spectral appeared to them. Mors took a step forward and then instantly paused as the light reentered their visions with a brilliant flare of light. The light skipped the spherical form it previously had been starting off as, and was just the bright silhouette of a luperci. Just as fast as the light had flared up before them it spoke out with an urgency.

“HELP ME!” The being spoke and the air crackled and waved. The tone of the voice was pleading but the sound that emitted from it was also unpleasant. As the words warbled through the air, there was shrillness to the sound which added an unpleasant high pitch tone to the words. It was a distressful sound and to the wolves’ ears it was high pitch enough to cause discomfort, especially at the close range of the being. Just as fast as the phantasm appeared, it had disappeared again, silently and without trace.

Mors swallowed hard, turned to his sister and reached out for her hand. “Yeah, let's talk to mother about this.”
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