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POSTED: Sat Jan 06, 2018 5:49 pm

Maybe all of these things made me who I am

Ondine watched as the two younger men worked on cutting down the tree, wondering if her brother had made more friends in the pack. She herself had seemingly few, but that suited her just fine. Her own son would likely have more, and that suited her just as well, too. But what she was thinking of, more importantly, was how to secure her future and the future of her trio of offspring.

Krios had his own way to make now, though she protected him as best as she could considering that he no longer resided under her roof. She had hidden away the bow his father had given her, covered and buried beneath enough things to make its discovery unlikely. Anyone looking for it would have had to know it was there, which was definitely nothing she shared with anyone. No one knew, even her mother, even Neith, but especially Krios. It was likely not any time soon that the youth would get the last gift his father intended for him.

Wine warmed in a smaller pot steaming on a large paving stone that sat on her table, ready to be poured into the waiting mugs. Her brother would serve himself as he pleased, but she had a purpose for Grievous. She needed allies, even if they didn't know they would be allies. She was not seeking anything remotely ambitious, only a future secured for her bastard offspring. Krios would make his way, but would her youngest duo?

"Grievous, please, come in," she called at the door, the curtain pulled back and secured against the waiting loop of a hook meant to secure it in place. Her mother was nowhere to be found, likely off on her own excursions doing whatever it was a retired Ambassador did in her spare time.

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POSTED: Sat Jan 06, 2018 6:13 pm

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It was not unusual, at least not to Grievous, that people might keep to themselves despite the hustle and bustle a pack like Salsola presented. Secrecy was part of their nature, after all.

This was why he knew who Ondine was despite having never really spoken to her outside of passing greetings or at meetings. She had been there, at the Coven's last ritual, and she was a person of importance for more than just her spiritual skills – she was the daughter of a powerful house, and were it not for the lingering presence of her mother, it's head. She had several children, which was even more important in the greater scheme of Salsola.

With his work outside finished, Grievous felt relatively warm but was pleased by the temperature of the indoors. He was not familiar with the witch-woman's house and tried to observe it as unobtrusively as he could. In his own home he kept small treasures and arcane objects, like the can-tah in his room, and seeing others do so encouraged him to its normality.

Thank you, Herrin Seer, he dipped his head respectfully, though he was much taller than she was. Conscious of this, he was careful as he entered and escorted to a comfortable place to sit.


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POSTED: Sat Jan 06, 2018 7:12 pm

Maybe all of these things made me who I am

She offered him a place at the stone slab that was their table. In silence, though smiling, poured him a small serving of the wine before sliding it toward him on the table. The noise was smooth, of polished stone on ceramic. The wine was scented warmly, of expensive spice in small amounts. Her children were absent, taken on whatever endeavor her mother had taken it upon herself to undertake.

It gave her a breather, sure, but it also presented her with time to try and work on that thing that all Salsolan's strove for; security.

"Thank you for helping Neith," she said simply, pouring herself an equal quantity of the wine. It was not quite steaming anymore, but it did have a very comforting warmth to it when the bowl sat between her hands. She slid into the spot on a different side of the table, but still in the corner near the man who was their Boss's nephew, related to so many others in the pack and beyond. The Heiwa family grew but it would likely never meet the might of the Eternity clan.

He was an impressive creature and his presence had been noted at the coven's ritual. He had been a silent observer.

"What do you think of our Hierophant's first ritual?" she asked, eyes sparkling over the bowl as she began to lap at the weak but soothing wine.

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POSTED: Tue Jan 09, 2018 8:07 pm

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Not a problem, he responded quickly. It seemed fair for packmates to share duties, and clearing a tree was not terribly troublesome, especially when the thing had been relatively small. The timber would provide fuel for their family, and with Ondine's younger children still growing this seemed only proper. She did not have a mate, either. None of her children had a proper father, as he understood it, but her high position made it easy to overlook this otherwise flaw as it might count against them.

He was careful when he took the cup, but it was not so hot as to truly concern him. A few cautious tastes soon saw him drink his fill, as though he meant to show his appreciation for her offer. Alcohol was not such a rarity as to be strange to him, but it was always nice to have it offered so freely.

It was...interesting, he chose the word cautiously. My mother, she believed in ritual. Since it was the first since the war, I wanted to see what it was like.

Grievous looked at the dark drink in the cup, swirling it gently.

Thank you for this, he added suddenly, abashed that he had forgotten proper manners. He indicated the wine with a tilt of the head. It is good.


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POSTED: Fri Jan 12, 2018 6:52 pm

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Ondine nodded as she listened to the man, the picture of a sympathetic and attentive ear. Not that she wasn’t one naturally. She merely wanted to exude that image more so at that moment than usual. Her hands linked between one another, meshing together beneath her chin as she rested her head upon the weave of digits.

She watched him swirl the drink and then thank her. Ondine laughed. She wanted no thanks, in truth. It seemed like such a simple thing, more often than not.

”Please, it’s nothing. I know physical work tends to make the menfolk a bit eager for any kind of drink. I don’t know your preferences, otherwise I would have offered tea. I simply didn’t think about it before you began.” She had not wanted to interrupt them, since a tree falling was no laughing matter and she very much wanted to continue seeing her brother as a living, breathing individual versus a mound a walk away with a gravestone.

But her smile seemed to wane a little as she dropped her hands to the table, her own bowl-like mug between them. ”You don’t seem to be too inclined in joining the ritual. Not a big magic person?” she asked, no judgment in her voice as her head tilted ever so slightly to the side.

Ondine figured if she had not been born and raised to it, she would not have participated either. Though, Krios had been given the same upbringing and yet had not taken to the sorcery in their blood. Clearly, Grievous had not heard the call of the supernatural, either.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 17, 2018 10:07 pm

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Ondine was a proper woman, he thought, pleasant and certainly suited to the role of motherhood as it had found her. The home was taken care of and she and her family healthy. It was everything Salsola expected (if perhaps concerns about her lack of a mate might be present) and Grievous, seeing this, was reassured that he could trust her intentions. Even the way she talked was suited to this sort of thing, as if she saw visitors regularly. He imagined someone who saw the future or read signs as she did was not unknown to those seeking answers.

Suddenly on the spot, however, Grievous faltered. His ears fanned back, wondering if he had offended her, and he frowned gently.

I... he began, then took a breath. What my family believes, and what I was taught, I don't know if it belongs here. Everyone seems to believe something else. I don't even know all about it, he admitted, and flustered, took another drink. The wine helped to loosen his tongue and ease his anxiety about showing such uncertainty to a relative stranger.

But she was the Seer, after all. Maybe she had seen this already.

Magic seems more suited to other people, he went on, and by which he meant women.


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POSTED: Mon Jan 22, 2018 7:59 pm

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Ondine knew well what the man spoke of, having seen it first hand in her own blood. She was not offended by it, seeing as it was fact rather than fiction. In fact, she thought it prudent that there were those that either doubted or were content to be mere followers without practice. It was easier that way, for a collective of priests was not strong. There had to be variety for flavor.

She smiled, nodding understandingly. ”We are all taught something a little different but it all revolves around the same school of thought, I believe.” She gestured to her home first, then to the wall at her back. ”I have a shrine for my Goddess, who is like and unlike others I’ve heard of. I’m sure you have your own collection of deities to worship.” Obviously, in her mind, the Goddess was the true omnipotent being, but it seemed more generous to allow these others to flourish, for they were all the Goddess in a different guise or form.

”My son and brother believe, perhaps, but they are not active practitioners of the faith.” Her mother had perhaps discouraged Neith from it as he was male, but she had never had a need to discourage Krios, for the boy had naturally gravitated to the physical arts rather than the mystical. It was a safer life, being a Priestess, but she was also aware of the need for what her son did.

”What do you believe?” she asked with innocent curiosity. As Seer she was supposed to foresee, but she also wanted to know about these other faiths, these other forms of worship. It was her duty, after all. She needed to know.

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POSTED: Mon Jan 22, 2018 8:37 pm

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My family comes from a placed called Khalif, he told her, and the word felt like fire on his tongue. It might have been a curse. The people from the Mountain had surely sought to destroy his mother and might have if she had not been chosen. He had heard stories of his grandfather and understood that had he not been saved from the fire, none of them would be here.

The Mountain was a place which would have undone them if it were able, and he did not know why his mother believed in its power as she did.

Three gods rule that place – the Lady of Light, her sister the Silver Archer and the Black Cannibal. The sun fights the night, he eyed the wine in his cup, thinking deeply on how best to simplify all the stories his mother had told. Those in between are granted freedom to choose their own way. My mother said that the Silver Archer had chosen me. What color you are matters, Grievous went on, and looked up. His gaze lingered on the Seer for a moment, then turned his attention to anywhere but her face.

But I don't really know, he admitted, thinking that this would sound foolish. It was the truth, though. He hadn't given time for matters of the spirit when war lingered in the world beyond, or even when internal conflict had driven him to stagnation. I haven't really thought about it.


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POSTED: Wed Jan 24, 2018 7:41 pm

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What the man described seemed to the woman more faces of the Goddess. She did not say as much, mostly aware that others were not too keen on having their beliefs shifted and changed openly to their faces. She likely would not have appreciated it much herself, but no one had really bothered to do the same to her. Three faces of the Goddess – Light, Warrior, and Darkness, it seemed. Nothing seemed strange or unfamiliar to her. Faiths tended to have common mythos, after all.

But the color of one’s pelt mattered? That was interesting. She lowered her hands to the table and cocked her head slightly to the side. ”How does color matter? Darkness to the Cannibal, light to the Lady of Light?” That seemed the simplest explanation, but it was quite likely that there would be more to it. Ondine did not quite see the point of pelt-color but figured that it was given by the Goddess, so why couldn’t it be a mark of her blessing?

It suddenly dawned on her that as the time moved on, she grew more interested in her own faith. It was deeper than it had been in her youth. Each event in her life seemed to pull her more into it rather than out of it. Her faith had not been shaken but strengthened. Was it the same for her mother?

Ondine placed her hands on the table, wiggling her fingers toward the man’s palms. ”Let me see your hands, Grievous,” she offered with a smile. While her palmistry was a mixed bag owing the different ways a paw could crack and were usually more uniform, it was a neat little trick to do. It was mostly for show and entertainment, but sometimes it would lead to a proper reading of the cards.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 24, 2018 8:50 pm

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Yes, Grievous answered quickly. Those born with white fur are chosen by the Lady, while black fur damns a person. It's not...it's dangerous, being born with black fur on the Mountain. They believe the only way one can appease Tak, he said the name sharply, like it was a curse. Is by burning his chosen alive. He feeds on pain and suffering, and lives in the mountain and the fire.

He knew that this was a primitive-sounding thing, but they sacrificed animals here. Rumor had it that the coven had done this to Luperci as well, though Grievous did not believe they had ever burned a man who was not already dead. There was something different about freeing a spirit from its body and condemning one to a terrible fate.

The wine might have made him more comfortable with her questions and pointed attention, but her home was welcoming and warm, and smells he could not entirely place eased what tension might have come from being in the woman's domain. She was not threatening, nor did he get the sense of judgment from her despite his uncertain answers.

Eased into cooperation, Grievous put his hands on the table and turned them upwards so she could see his palms. They were rough from work and still damp in some places, large and suited for the physical labor he had become skilled at doing.

Can you see things just by looking at someone's hands? He asked her, curious as to how Ondine might perform her magic. Everything he had seen so far involved fancy words and potions, and the wine hadn't left him feeling any more peculiar than it ought to.


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