Merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again

Davyn Nefae · 12-31-2010, 02:06 AM

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Dalhousie University wc 312

A lone wolf made the trek back to Dalhousie University. This time, however, Davyn was looking for only a few things, and they would be small enough to fit in his pack, if her could find what he was initially looking for. On his list was parchment, along with some books on spells. He wanted to pick up his birth religion once more, and needed some reminders on how it was all done. The parchment he had a very specific use for; he wanted to draw out his newfound companion, record her beautiful image, perhaps to give to her as a gift at some point in their growing friendship. He smiled gently; his new friend had made his heart a lot warmer than when he had first joined the pack of Phoenix Valley.

He stepped into the shelter of the library, pausing as he stared in awe at the massive amount of books towering over his head. He shifted to Optime form, to better reach the books that he needed to look for. He hoped that the abandoned university library would have at least a small collection of books regarding Wicca; perhaps a reminder of the religion would spark memories forgotten. He grimaced. It wasn’t that he necessarily wanted to remember; it was that Davyn knew if he didn’t find some way to remember the memories, good and bad, he would lose his family forever.

Davyn did not expect anyone to be in the deserted library; very few wolves that he had ever met had shown an interest in adopting the human customs in their entirety. He browsed shelves upon shelves, and finally found a small section dedicated to the practice of Wicca, and he eagerly grabbed as many books as he could hold, dragging them to a nearby table to sit down and immerse himself in the knowledge the books offered.

Axelle Napier · 01-03-2011, 04:53 AM

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Hi .

Ever since Axelle woke up this morning, and shifted, she was on a mission to find this Davyn. Someone had told her that he would usually be found at some library in Dalhousie University. She had no idea how she would find this place, but she relied on her nose. It usually got her to where she needed to go by following the person’s scent. She’d never smelled this wolf before, so she went on a hunch and followed the only other scent in the area.

She kept walking, on all fours of course because that was her preferred way of traveling, and soon a large building came into view. She figured that had to be Dollhouse university, or whatever, so she went for it. The scent she was following got stronger as she approached the place. She decided since it had to be a library she needed fingers to flip pages. She shifted. Ah, her strange bodily, two-toned colors again. She realized how amazing they looked while being high one night.

The scent was as strong as it could ever be as Axelle stood in the doorway facing the owner of it. Ahah! She leaned against the crumbling door frame, and just watched him read. He would notice her in about a second, but she figured she'd soak up the moment. She liked seeing those few wolves who were intrigued by human hiistory. She wanted to be a part of that, too, while she wanted to learn about the Wiccan religion too.

So, you’re Davyn?

Davyn Nefae · 01-03-2011, 05:51 PM

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Davyn lost himself rather quickly in the tomes of knowledge that the books offered to him. It was almost like the books spoke to him, begging to be read so that they could share the words with such a willing victim. Not that he was a victim, more like an willing accomplice. He couldn't get enough of the written word; literature was a drug to him.

His nose was deeply buried in one particular book when he smelled and heard someone coming up behind him. He heard whoever it was stop, and felt their eyes upon him before they finally spoke. He turned at the words, bowed. "I am indeed. Might I ask who you might be, milady?" His wrods were polite, betraying none of the annoyance at being disturbed in his study.

This female was oddly colored. His mind wandered briefly to a story he had read about Achilles and his mother. Achilles' mother had wanted him to be immune to death, and so took him by the ankle and dipped him into the river Styxx. In doing so, she left one vulnerable spot on his body--his ankle. That vulnerable spot brought on his death... Davyn shook his head, coming back to the dusty setting of the library. The female looked as if her parents had endeavored to dip one side of her into an inkpot.

Axelle Napier · 01-07-2011, 03:12 AM

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Davyn looked smart. He seemed to like to read, and from what she saw that was pretty evident. She didn’t read as much as she’d like to, but she knew how. That was a plus. She noticed recently that not all wolves, now-a-days, knew how to read. Most weren’t even into it. She shrugged the thought off, and thought about answering Davyn’s question.

I’m Axelle. I heard from someone that you may be able to teach me about Wicca?

She thought about her purpose there. Wicca seemed like an interesting thing to learn about. It sure would add some interesting events to her life like how she would donate to the Goddess and how she would perform spells, if that was even really what it was about. She had heard from a story that spells and giving to the Goddess was basically what Wicca was all about. She wanted to know more about the religion, and hopefully become a Wiccan soon.

I’m hoping to get something good out of this lesson.

She said these words with a bit of a flirtatious smile creasing her lips. She pushed herself up from the door frame, and began to walk toward the table where he sat. When she reached it, she put her hands on the edge and looked into his eyes.

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Davyn Nefae · 01-23-2011, 11:01 PM

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sorry for the wait hon. Sad

Davyn set the book down slowly, slightly startled. She wanted to learn from him? Granted, it seemed like she would be an eager student, but still. She wanted to learn from HIM? His silver eyes darkened slightly, brow furrowing.

"Well, if you wish to learn from me, it would be best to tell me what you already know about it, milady." His manners kicked in, and he moved the piles of books aside, making room for her to sit at the table. The action made him think briefly of what the students had done here at one point in time; the hustle and bustle of people frantically studying, the rustle of fragile pages.

He was once again startled at her sudden approach, but shrugged it off,smiling back at her. She was attractive, indeed, but his mind had already slipped into the teacher mind set.

Axelle Napier · 01-24-2011, 01:37 PM

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What do you know about Wicca? Nothing. Axelle thought about it for a moment. She didn’t exactly know much about the religion at all. All she knew was that there was spell casting involved and interesting potion making. Oh, no wait. Maybe she knew a little bit about it. She knew that the moon Goddess was worshipped, or something like that, and there were certain holidays that were celebrated throughout the year. Wiccans worked with the energies of the world, she thought. Now, how to put this all into words for Davyn?

Well, I know about worshipping the Goddess and I know that Wiccans work with energies… and they cast spells and make potions to ward off evil and negativity and to bring good energies…. Am I on point?

She wasn’t sure if she was talking about the right thing. Davyn moved the books aside so that she could sit down. There wasn’t a chair in front of her, so she had to take one from one of the other tables. She carefully carried the wobbly, old chair and set it in front of the table. Then she thought about how she was going to sit. She never sat on a chair before, and this would be the first time. She didn’t want to look like a fool so she just sat. Her tail fell through one of the slats in the chair and hung there comfortably. This is weird. She shifted around a bit before giving up. The chair was hard on her rump and uncomfortable, but it would have to do. She would get used to it eventually. They did live in a half human’s world after all.

She shifted one last time on the chair before she ceased moving around all together. Stupid thing. Then she focused her attention on Davyn, and quickly glimpsed at the book he put down on the table. Then she shifted her eyes back to his face. She folded her hands together, one black hand and one white hand held each other. Her ears were forward and listening, and her attention was all on him.

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Davyn Nefae · 02-07-2011, 01:48 AM

Davyn sat back, falling into the teacher mode that felt so familiar and yet so strange to him. He thought about what his mother had taught him when he had first shown an interest in Wicca. She had taught him much, and then he had struck out on his own, taking her lessons with him.

"The goddess has three forms. The maiden is the youngest of these forms, represented by some as a crescent moon with the points directed towards the left of the diagram." As he spoke, he drew the first symbol on a piece of parchment. "The second form is the Mother, represented by a full moon in the center of the diagram. The third, though the oldest, is perhaps the wisest, as she is the Crone, bearer of the knowlege of her previous forms. She is represented by the crescent moon, pointing the opposite way of the Maiden." The familiar movement of drawing his Lady's symbol soothed him, made the teaching easier.

"Although Wicca is based on the worship of the Goddess, there is also a God. He is mainly based on the need for fertility and crops, represented by the sun." Davyn drew out a sun, beside the diagram of the Goddess and her moons. He made eye contact with her, trying to convey his knowledge.

"In all the teachings that I learned, the foremost was the Wiccan Rede, which is essentially the law of Wicca.

==Bide within the Law you must, in perfect Love and perfect Trust.
Live you must and let to live, fairly take and fairly give.

For tread the Circle thrice about to keep unwelcome spirits out.
To bind the spell well every time, let the spell be said in rhyme.

Light of eye and soft of touch, speak you little, listen much.
Honor the Old Ones in deed and name,
let love and light be our guides again.

Deosil go by the waxing moon, chanting out the joyful tune.
Widdershins go when the moon doth wane,
and the werewolf howls by the dread wolfsbane.

When the Lady's moon is new, kiss the hand to Her times two.
When the moon rides at Her peak then your heart's desire seek.

Heed the North winds mighty gale, lock the door and trim the sail.
When the Wind blows from the East, expect the new and set the feast.

When the wind comes from the South, love will kiss you on the mouth.
When the wind whispers from the West, all hearts will find peace and rest.

Nine woods in the Cauldron go, burn them fast and burn them slow.
Birch in the fire goes to represent what the Lady knows.

Oak in the forest towers with might, in the fire it brings the God's
insight. Rowan is a tree of power causing life and magick to flower.

Willows at the waterside stand ready to help us to the Summerland.
Hawthorn is burned to purify and to draw faerie to your eye.

Hazel-the tree of wisdom and learning adds its strength to the bright fire burning.
White are the flowers of Apple tree that brings us fruits of fertility.

Grapes grow upon the vine giving us both joy and wine.
Fir does mark the evergreen to represent immortality seen.

Elder is the Lady's tree burn it not or cursed you'll be.
Four times the Major Sabbats mark in the light and in the dark.

As the old year starts to wane the new begins, it's now Samhain.
When the time for Imbolc shows watch for flowers through the snows.

When the wheel begins to turn soon the Beltane fires will burn.
As the wheel turns to Lamas night power is brought to magick rite.

Four times the Minor Sabbats fall use the Sun to mark them all.
When the wheel has turned to Yule light the log the Horned One rules.

In the spring, when night equals day time for Ostara to come our way.
When the Sun has reached it's height time for Oak and Holly to fight.

Harvesting comes to one and all when the Autumn Equinox does fall.
Heed the flower, bush, and tree by the Lady blessed you'll be.

Where the rippling waters go cast a stone, the truth you'll know.
When you have and hold a need, harken not to others greed.

With a fool no season spend or be counted as his friend.
Merry Meet and Merry Part bright the cheeks and warm the heart.

Mind the Three-fold Laws you should three times bad and three times good.
When misfortune is enow wear the star upon your brow.

Be true in love this you must do unless your love is false to you.

These Eight words the Rede fulfill:

"An Ye Harm None, Do What Ye Will" =="

Axelle Napier · 02-08-2011, 02:35 AM

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As Davyn spoke, some of the things she had heard about Wicca were coming back to her. Yes. There was a lot of worshipping of the moons, and a lot of speak about Goddesses. Finally, the man wasn’t the “Oh, Great One” in a situation, and it was undoubtedly a woman. Axelle listened intently until he had finished the Wiccan’s Rede.

She liked the Rede. It had a ring to it, and it rhymed which made it easier to remember. Her thoughts swayed musically as he read it in a rhythmic tone. When he finished, she could still hear it ringing in her head. She unfolded her hands and placed them flat on the table.

So, as long as I do harm to no one while I do my spells and castings, I should be okay?

She didn’t really have much else to ask at the particular moment. He didn’t really give her any information that she had trouble understanding, and this piece that she questioned was understandable. She just wanted to get it clear.

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