She said her name was a hand-me down name

Davyn Nefae · 01-11-2011, 08:52 PM

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sorry it took so long, RL got in the way; 483

Davyn had watched the stars for several nights before deciding which night would be the best evening for the workings he was planning. When he was growing up, his mother had always told him that the stars dictated how much power could be available, ready at his fingertips. He breathed; the salty air wafting from the coast cleared his mind, prepared him for the ritual ahead.

He had found a white candle untouched by the disorder that had so lovingly graced the human race, in one of the dorms in Halifax. He had been saving it for something, not knowing at the time what he had been saving it for, but the male had finally found a use for the positively charged candle. Davyn had walked a while to find the perfect spot for his workings, finding one out in the middle of nowhere, along the coast of the Quartz Shoreline. The lighthouse was within easy walking distance, if he happened to get cold, but at the moment he was more focused on his workings and how he wanted them to unfold.

Davyn gathered three rocks, of varying sizes, and carefully arranged them, smallest to largest, left to right. He dug a small hole to set the candle in, so that it would not tip over, and began the summoning of the elements. His methods were different than most Wiccan methods, but that was the way he had been taught, and that was the way he would continue to live his life. Davyn was truly Irish to the bone, stubborn as a mule when he had to be.

The first ritual commenced after the circle had been drawn, the elements invited, and the presence of the goddess was joined by that of the god. It was a gentle brushing of the wind, like a hand running over his head, which let him know that he could commence with the ritual. For a while, as part of the ritual, the male just sat, staring at the rocks, meditating on what he would change in this New Year, and what he might wish for. He grinned, already knowing what his wish was. But he would never tell. Davyn already felt that part of his wish had already come true; his thoughts wandered to the beautiful femme who occupied his thoughts most days.

He shook his head slightly, to clear his mind for the next working and to warm up his ears a bit. The cool air made them ache, but Davyn wasn’t ready to admit defeat and retreat to the warmth that awaited him at home. He lit the candle, focused his thoughts, and grounded himself, picturing a cord tying his body to the earth, filled with coiling energy. Davyn lost himself in the flickering light of the flame, found himself searching for answers, as if the flame could give him any information at all.

Tala Djose · 01-12-2011, 03:50 AM

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Don't worry about it hun, short post is short.

What was she doing out here? There was perfectly good coastline within the pack borders, it was the same, was it not? It was the same ocean with the same waves and dances, calls and caverns. Why did it seem so alluring to know what else sat on the edges of it's mouth to the femme? She knew very well that it was not all the same, that one corner could lead her to something she had never seen before. It was awfully far to be at this hour of night though. Tala was not one to venture off alone at night, during the day it seemed fine, but there was something off about wandering at night. Seeing a body in the shadows almost always made people think negatively of you immediately. Unclaimed territory or not, the shadows were not kind or trusting to an innocent soul.

The pawpads of the wolfess were sure to leave little noise on the sand, and occasional stones as she followed the coast back west towards her packlands, her home. It was not a hard route, neither was it overly far. It did however seem utterly foreign to her to be traveling at night again. Bringing back memories of a lifestyle she was glad to be rid of. She was no longer a wanderer, and the feeling was something she didn't want to relive so soon. It had been months, but now that she was alone in unknown places, it felt like it had been only hours.

A small hill had her amber eyes in a confused state, not the hill itself but what was on the other side. A man, sitting among rocks and a candle. What could he possibly be doing? The wind carried a scent that confused her further. She would not mistake that for anything. "Davyn?" What on earth was he doing out here at this hour, doing...whatever he was doing none the less. She took a few steps towards him with silent steps and curious eyes. Again, he ceased to surprise her.
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Davyn Nefae · 01-16-2011, 11:24 PM

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The spells complete, Davyn sat back on his haunches and meditated on the crashing waves he heard in the distance. It sounds like a storm rushing to greet the earth, like the goddess had decided that her followers needed some proof that she did indeed exist, though in the form of the crone, in the dead of winter. It would soon be time for the maiden to be born, as the god had already perished and been reborn, ready for yet another year of fruitful harvests.

Davyn shivered slightly as the wind started to bite through his fur, and he started to stand when he saw a figure approaching him from the corner of his eye. In an instant, he dropped to his knees, believing that the figure was that of the goddess, and he ran through the spells in his mind, wondering if he had done something to aggravate the goddess. When the wind caught the scent of the figure approaching him, he smiled. That scent was indeed that of a goddess...Tala. The femme who had stolen his heart.

Davyn stood slowly, watching the woman approach with her graceful gait that left his heart pounding. Her eyes were filled with curiosity, and he glanced briefly at the candle that still managed to burn, despite the wind. "Good evening, Tala. How are you?" Davyn dimly noticed that his voice was deeper now, in her presence, than it had been during the spells, and he filed that information away for later investigation.

Tala Djose · 01-17-2011, 02:20 AM

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So it really was Davyn, but what on earth was he doing this far out of the pack lands at this time of night? She had just lost track of time for her return. Though he....he seemed to be here for a reason. There were candles, stones... what on earth was he doing? It was unlike anything she had seen before. Though as she approached, the way he fell to his knees it was like he was expecting her to be someone else, someone he truly respected. This whole thing she found to be...quite odd. The head of the dappled femme turned slightly to the side the moonlight made her pelt seem to glow in a darkness acquainted with the moon. Her light greys seemed black, but the lighter shades seemed to radiate light. The woman did not stop until she was at the Irishman's side. "Evening, but Davyn, what exactly are you doing out here?" Her words were soft, curiosity seeping from her tongue like water.

The owl draped around her neck seemed to disappear completely in the night.Like a ghost it would only appear if the light hit it in just the right way. Amber eyes were like fireflies. On the beach the snow was scarce, but the weather was just as unforgiving. The wind was chilling, but the sky was bright with stars. "You came an awfully long way just to see the beach. This is something more, isn't it?" Whatever it was, it was obviously important to him. What he was doing, he knew exactly just what do to it seemed.

Tala was cold, her thick winter coat had been penetrated by the wind long ago. The night was unforgiving. She so badly wanted to just get home and cuddle in her bed with the coals heated, warming her cabin to a pleasurable temperature that would set her asleep like a child to her mothers heartbeat.

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Davyn Nefae · 01-18-2011, 01:36 AM

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Her pelt caught the moon's graceful light, and made Davyn's breath catch in his throat at the simple beauty and grace that radiated from her. When her curious eyes met his, Davyn found himself being dragged down into the depths of them, wanting to explain this behavior that was so obviously odd to her.

With a slight smile, he explained this activity. "I...I am Wiccan, one of the religions that humans followed. I came all the way out here to be close to the wind that brought my soul here..." His voice trailed off, wondering if this admission would change how she acted around him. He raised his hand to fidget with the pendant that hung at the hollow of his throat, warming the metal like the female in front of him had warmed his heart. "I did a couple of workings." He shrugged, gesturing to the candle that still flickered. Davyn had no idea how it was still burning with the wind, but he planned on staying till it was gone.

When Davyn met her eyes once more, he noticed that she was shivering slightly. He held out his arms in invitation, knowing that sharing body heat would allow her to warm up quickly. The walk home would be cold, as the frost that hung in the air so very well foretold. But Davyn had ceased to feel the cold a long while before, so engrossed as he had been in the workings, and now, in the company of Tala. His mind flitted briefly to the future, to the scrying he had done, and it danced away from the thought for the time being. What he had seen may or may not happen, and only time would be able to tell him the truth. The chill of foreboding burrowed down in his bones, and Davyn's stomach wanted to flip in anxiety as the images slid from his memory. He clenched his jaw, determined to find the images once more, but later.

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