[M] the echo of a solitary siren

Siv Helsi · 07-05-2012, 03:03 PM

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Setting	Location	Form	NPCs
Location: Borgata Tenzontli, SL Date: 02 July (backdated) Weather: Cloudly; full moon visible Time: Night			Miqui Kimaris Wisteria D'Angelo

(539) Since there's been an influx of puppies born recently, Shem thought it would be an awesome idea to have a Tezcatli ritual. Please allow Ataxia to post first before joining; this thread is non-mandatory, though we'd love the parents and puppies to be present for ritualistic purposes and what-not. :>

It had been a terrible loss. Siv could do little to ease the girl, fragile bird as she was, and in the end had left careful instructions with Itachi. While not a true medic, she was capable in the realm of childbirth. China’s miscarriage had been something that was, as Siv suspected, brought on by her slight weight. With any luck her mate would be able to coax her back into life, though Siv warned him that it would be a long process. She spoke to China for hours, and promised to continue to look in on her.

There was blood on her hands when she left, though the actual blood had been cleaned away long before she departed. They should not have been suffering such losses here. She reasoned, and not without a great deal of anger, that it likely had to do with Eris’ position as Crone. No rituals had been performed since the one she and Dragur had done. They had given blood to the gods from their enemies, but had they thanked them for the children who had been born healthy? No. And what of Odessa, whose children were growing fast in her womb? It was a risk that Siv would not take.

Luckily, when she had gone to confront Eris, she had run instead into one of the old leader’s daughters. Ataxia was not a stranger to her; Siv had watched the girl grow up alongside her own daughter, and been surprised to see that she was not alone in recognizing that a sacrifice needed made. It was for different reasons than her own private thoughts, and so Siv merely agreed and suggested that perhaps they work together. The girl had agreed and so the pair had set to prepare, with Siv taking time to approach Salvia and Sirius about the matter in private. Both had been agreed to it; Salvia told her flatly she would not be present, while Sirius seemed wary and mentioned that her realm was not one he favored.

So the women had set to work. Siv had caught another wild horse, a puckish stallion too young to belong to those recently released from their war haul. He was hot tempered and been wary of her, but Hildr was capable of this now, and Hildr had been the one that eased him into an area where Siv could provide a singular source of water laced with a calming drug. He was tied up now, half-asleep and swaying on all four legs. The ritual place was familiar—they had been here before, when Larkspur’s pyre roared, and Eris had told her of the place even before Siv had set to make it her own. Now the flat rock was ringed by a stone boat, and sigils were painted and carved and placed everywhere. Her gods had come to make this place home.

Exactly how Ataxia managed to capture the wolf she did not know, but he was bound and affixed to the rock. Miqui was with the girl, and Siv suspected he was somehow responsible for this. After exchanging proper greetings with them both, she lifted her head and let forth a deep wolf’s howl, requesting the pack to join her.

Ataxia D'Angelo · 07-08-2012, 07:46 PM

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Word Count → 417 :: Ataxia arrived to the party already high :|

Ataxia gave a nod to Siv when she arrived. The girl had likewise found it odd that her mother hadn't done anything about the new pups, but was more willing to be forgiving. Besides, it gave Ataxia a chance to do a sacrifice of canine blood, Eterne-style. Canines had choices, free will; they had potential for power in the way other animals didn't. It pleased her to think she was capturing that power, severing it from the canine and and giving it to Momoztli. She saw herself as a conduit, giving to her god so he might look favorably upon them.

The sacrifice was a mottled mix of brown and white, with thick fur that suggested he had wandered too far south. Clumps of dried blood clung to his coat, in patches around his arms and legs. One eye was half-closed, while the other took in his surroundings with a baleful gaze. He made no sound at all; his tongue had been cut out so the participants of this ritual wouldn't have to listen to his curses or cries. It was something Ataxia did not enjoy doing and had to have help with, since she had no knowledge of how to ensure he wouldn't die from blood loss after the tongue was gone. She wasn't sure, but thought it would have been a bad omen for the sacrifice to have died before his time.

She had been immeasurably excited the day that Siv had suggested the idea, and more so when the wolf had been caught. However, the day it was to happen, she found herself more nervous than she'd ever been. She was going to be up in front of the whole pack; what if something went wrong? What if she made a fool of herself? What if they noticed she was nervous?

Salsolans did not show weakness. Ataxia decided to get rid of it before it could be shown. There was still some Indian tobacco left in the basket her mother gave her, and she had smoked it before joining Miqui with the sacrifice. The smell was still on her fur, although there were no other hints of her state, aside from being inordinarily calm.

A slave, Gjalda, arrived not long after the older wolf had called for them to gather. He was carrying a bowl full of mushroom paste that would be used in the Eterne ritual. Although it would not be used or distributed right away, he nonetheless took his place beside the sacrifice.

Draugr Helsi · 07-13-2012, 04:05 AM

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Draugr is by Alaine!

Her mother's howl was a familiar one, and it was that deep voice which drew the wolfdog toward the Salsolian coast, following the numerous trails through the marsh. The grasses were high and in places even waved high above her Lupus-form head. The hybrid cut through them all the same, slinking toward the source of mama Siv's howl. She drew near to the coast and realized where her mother was and what must be happening, and quickened her step.

The rituals she'd witnessed before were empty and false. She did not need her mother to tell her this. But when Siv took up the blade and stood between the stones -- well, Draugr would just have to see this. Her heart beat faster as her paws carried her closer, and she slunk toward the assembled canines, standing some distance from them in her four-legged form for a moment before she began shifting.

As Dra was not well-experienced, it took her a moment and was not a particularly pretty process. Though she had yet to accustom herself to the process entirely, the wolfdog did like to shift, and she enjoyed all her forms. This was not a time for her feral body, however: ritual and sacrifice required hands and fingers and dexterity. It was the form of worship, the form of the gods -- if any of their bodies were made to be the as the gods, it must be their two-legged one.

When the woman stood, she reached up behind her head to loop her choker necklace tight again, adjusting her other necklaces as necessary. Her wrists were bared, of course -- her usual assortment of jewelery had been left behind in her den -- but she ran her fingers through her hair and made herself presentable before striding forward to stand amongst the assembled Salsolians.

Magnolia Takekuro · 07-25-2012, 02:38 AM

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Short because I’m a derp. And I think a while ago Bobbi asked me if she could PP Maggie appearing in this thread but and obviously I said yes… but the post hasn’t shown itself so here I am! If you need to thwack me Bobbi than please do it Smile
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Maggie hadn’t ever truly believed in the rituals the Thistle Kingdom put such faith in. Maggie had learned in her short life to believe in nothing but herself, and she had stuck by that belief thus far. However, when Siv’s howl rang out, she found herself stuck in a limbo of sorts. She hardly knew the woman and yet they had been together in combat for the common good of their pack recently, Maggie hadn’t forgotten that. Siv was requesting their family, and reluctantly the Confidant found herself gathering her large family for a sacred occasion with the pack.

Maggie rushed to start cleaning her three one-month-old children in their home as the call broke out. Denver brought up the rear as Maggie lead her family in the direction of the call, as her babies were finally able to walk by her side. Her arms felt freed for the first time in ages; she was no longer struggling to hold three squirming balls of life against her chest. Today, all three were wide-eyed and bushy-tailed as they chirped or whined occasionally on their walk over. Headstrong Florence kept her distance from her siblings, choosing to trail by her father’s side. Memphis bounced on her only brother, which sent the duo laughing further down the trail.

Florence had become awkward around Memphis because of her recent hair growth. A small half-mohawk finally grew between her ears, a pale grayish that contrasted nicely between her white pelt and black-tipped ears. Memphis was no longer the special pup that got the lucky hair, and hadn’t taken the news well. The whole situation made both parents chuckle that day.

Regardless of the pup drama that was currently going on, the animals finally reached the gathering. It was obvious she was on the later side, but hopefully Siv wouldn’t mind. She gave the black priestess a long nod hello and a short wag of her tail. Maggie was pretty unsure of how to act around the Helsi family; she did not speak to them often. She waved to Ataxia though, and gave her a huge smile from the opposite side of the circle.

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