Gabby Girl (Dec 7, 2010 7:47:06 PM)
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Keening Sorrow (Dec 7, 2010 7:57:17 PM)
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Gabby Girl (Dec 7, 2010 7:57:43 PM)
(welcome)

Keening Sorrow (Dec 7, 2010 8:02:15 PM)
[Danke. I suddenly realised I am out of tea, I will be right back]

Gabby Girl (Dec 7, 2010 8:04:03 PM)
(ok)

Keening Sorrow (Dec 7, 2010 8:04:59 PM)
[Aight, awesome, we're good to go.]

Gabby Girl (Dec 7, 2010 8:10:04 PM)
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Gabby Girl (Dec 7, 2010 8:13:40 PM)
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Keening Sorrow (Dec 7, 2010 8:13:50 PM)
[wb!]

Gabby Girl (Dec 7, 2010 8:14:03 PM)
(This user is now known as Scene DND)

Scene DND (Dec 7, 2010 8:14:32 PM)
(thank you so did you get your tea? last thing i saw before freezing was you gettin your tea)

Keening Sorrow (Dec 7, 2010 8:14:49 PM)
[Yesh, I have my tea, we're good to go]

Scene DND (Dec 7, 2010 8:20:35 PM)
(please post what your chr is currently doing)

Keening Sorrow (Dec 7, 2010 8:22:46 PM)
Sorrow was lurking in the trees of the bawn in his lupus form, all mucked up from the swamps and limping from Lukas' bite to his shoulder, looking for a good windy spot to lay.

Scene DND (Dec 7, 2010 8:28:14 PM)
*Keening found a really nice windy spot by a lake far on the edge off the bawn.. There was a feeling of peace there, and the beauty of it all was soo relaxing.. His shoulder still quite in pain but for some reason the grass seemed softer here the ground more welcoming to his lupus frame the scents in the wind, and eminating from the very earth where all so natural and crisp due to the coolness of the breeze*

Keening Sorrow (Dec 7, 2010 8:31:17 PM)
He licks the last traces of ham from his maw as he settles on his haunches, lifting his head to watch the play of the breeze through the trees, across the water and over the grass. He sighs in satisfaction, laying on his belly and stretching out, closing his eyes to heighten his other senses, taking in the comforting aroma of the earth beneath him. ~ws~ "Gaia, this is the spot."

Scene DND (Dec 7, 2010 8:38:35 PM)
*As he layed there and his eyes would close he could feel the rise in his spirit.. ohh and the touch of warmth as if it was gaia herself craddling him close the wind dancing around him in such a playfull manner as it made his furr shift in the breeze.. it was then that he heard a farmilliar voice* Soo everything working out?

Keening Sorrow (Dec 7, 2010 8:40:48 PM)
He lifts his head, opening his eyes to regard the speaker. ~ws~ "Working out?" He whuffles in amusement. "Beginning to forget which end is head, and which is tail."

Scene DND (Dec 7, 2010 8:40:49 PM)
*it was a mans voice*

Scene DND (Dec 7, 2010 8:41:48 PM)
*It was a man he had met the day of his first change whom had pulled him through the umbra though the man still had not seemed to age much..* Easy with a flip of a coin..

Keening Sorrow (Dec 7, 2010 8:44:07 PM)
He sniffs at the man, still wondering what his deal was. ~ws~ "Still not know about Thunderbird." He stretches, whimpering as he pulls the muscle of his wounded shoulder. "Make more enemies than friends. Not know which direction to go now. Why tell Keening Sorrow this place?"

Scene DND (Dec 7, 2010 8:48:04 PM)
"The best things in life are worth fighting for. Life is not supposta be easy, if there is no challenges then what is the purpose of creation to begin with? All life starts small grows strong then weakens and dies.. It is the circle, but it is what you do in the middle that counts."

Keening Sorrow (Dec 7, 2010 8:51:35 PM)
~ws~ "Challenges.... Soon Keening Sorrow maybe challenges to be Fostern. Not think is wise enough, know is not honourable or glorious." He hangs his head, feeling particularly confused about all the mistakes he's been making.

Scene DND (Dec 7, 2010 8:55:02 PM)
*The old man watched him*Perhaps Keening Sorrow need to go on vision quest.. Traditional one of keening sorrows mothers tribe whom shares the traditional method of keening sorrows own tribe? Or perhaps Keening Sorrow need to speak with the woman who washes clothes by the river?

Keening Sorrow (Dec 7, 2010 8:56:23 PM)
He looks up, perking his ears as he considers the old man. ~ws~ "Washer Woman?" Already familiar with the vision quests, the woman had been a curiosity.

Scene DND (Dec 7, 2010 8:58:13 PM)
*the man looked at keening sorrow.. Then his gaze lifted as a raven seemed to fly over them as they spoke, and it was parculiar cause keening would notice he was once again in the umbra when speaking to the man.. The man whom never seemed to truly answer anything out right, only give his own opinions in the forms of questions.. The man a enigma all his own*

Keening Sorrow (Dec 7, 2010 9:02:03 PM)
He looks up curiously, following the strange old man's gaze. Again he wondered who this man was, debating whether to ask and be rebuked for the direct query. He flicks an ear and looks around, sniffing the scents of the umbrascape. ~ws~ "Washer Woman..." He repeats, though he rises to his feet, looking the direction the bird had flown. "Old Man, thanks."

Scene DND (Dec 7, 2010 9:04:07 PM)
*When keening looked in the direction the bird had flown, he would notice when he looked back that the old man had once again diss appeard.*

Keening Sorrow (Dec 7, 2010 9:07:49 PM)
~ws~ "Some day, Old Man." He whuffles, and turns to follow the direction the raven had gone, taking it as a sign that the washer woman would be found in that direction if he searched. He was in no hurry, his shoulder still sore from his constant activity despite the need to heal.

Scene DND (Dec 7, 2010 9:11:14 PM)
*He found himself moving further and further from the grounds of the bawn, towards a winding river.. As he got closer to the window he could see a old woman with large heavy basket of cloths beside her.. She was bent over the edge of the water resting a hand on her back as if the burden was to heavy to carry on her own*

Keening Sorrow (Dec 7, 2010 9:13:01 PM)
He slows his approach, sniffing that way curiously as he drew on his camouflage to keep from startling her right off, not sure what the old man had intended telling him about the woman.

Keening Sorrow (Dec 7, 2010 9:23:58 PM)
Creeping closer, he looks around their surroundings, taking note of anything that seems out of place, aside from the presence of the washer woman he couldn't decide why she would be there.

Scene DND (Dec 7, 2010 9:24:10 PM)
*when he moved closer he noticed the clothing was soaked in blood and they looked white and the woman could barely stand up on her own but she seen him comming..*

Keening Sorrow (Dec 7, 2010 9:26:10 PM)
~ws~ "Washer Woman hurt?" He inquires, realising he's been spotted, ears perked as he limps a bit closer.

Scene DND (Dec 7, 2010 9:31:10 PM)
*She turned to him*Do you want to help me?

Keening Sorrow (Dec 7, 2010 9:33:18 PM)
~ws~ "Have much blood to clean." He observes, limping closer. "Were are children and sisters? Washer Woman should not be alone." He glances around as he drew closer.

Scene DND (Dec 7, 2010 9:35:54 PM)
*She motioned to the basket..*please wash some of these in the river, while i rest my aching bones.. *once he shifted to a form capable of holding..she handed him the basket he felt the tremendous weight of it.. For some reason it gave him such a emotional and physical weight that he had to struggle to keep on his feet.*

Keening Sorrow (Dec 7, 2010 9:40:41 PM)
He takes the form of the glabro, still needing the healing of the shifted form but not believing he needed that form meant for war, and accepts the offered basket. He staggers when the weight of it hits him, feeling as though he'd taken on a greater task than he could have anticipated. "Aunt, where does all this blood come from?" Not sure he knew how to clean the clothes now that he'd offered his help.

Scene DND (Dec 7, 2010 9:47:01 PM)
*She motioned to the water..*Wash them in the water against the rocks.. *And when he would pull one of the garments from the basket and into the water he would see the blood come off the white cloth it would pool as the stream seemed to be washing away the blood... within it he could see it was a burial garb for a garou, he could see the rank deed and tribal glyph and as the blood and clean water mixed he could see a flash a flash of one of the many warirors he was fasced with on his rank challenge one of the many stories he had learned but this time he felt it as if it was his own child.. his own brother.. his own blood.. his family his soul.. the blood in the river washing away.. before keening even understood that his own tears had been falling from his face.*

Keening Sorrow (Dec 7, 2010 9:53:15 PM)
His breath catches in his throat when he realises he was crying, the tears forming slush as they crept down his frosty visage into the water as he washes. He pauses, taking a moment to watch the blood being swept away. "Aunt... How do you bear it?" His hands going still and crusting with a fine film of ice over the coarse hair across the knuckles. [Is it like, the memories themselves are being washed away?]

Scene DND (Dec 7, 2010 9:58:17 PM)
*it is like he is being faced with there mortality.. hes feeling that pain as if it was his child or parent or brother.. it is no longer a story whispered or something he seen, this is showing how fragile life and death are.. He can feel the loss all felt when this warrior died.. He can see flashes of his life that might not have been considered story worthy, like as a small child on his grandmothers knee.. or tossing snow balls at his little brother.. The touch of his mothers gentle hand.. as if this garous life was for that moment shared to keening through the eyes of every person to ever love and care for him.. Then the change.. the war.. the feels of rage within there bossum.. living and eventually dieing in a great battle against the wyrm*

Keening Sorrow (Dec 7, 2010 10:06:18 PM)
Acknowledging that the shrouds held traces of life, the value in the simplest, smallest of moments seemed all that much more precious to him. He resumes washing, unashamed of the tears flooding his eyes and sludging their way over his bearded Neandrethal features, letting these things brush across his thoughts and treasuring each glimpse. It was awe inspiring, and he began murmuring a song for each of the shrouds he put down to pound on the rocks, piecing together the thread of their lives and giving voice to those memories.

Scene DND (Dec 7, 2010 10:19:25 PM)
*As he washed the burial shrounds, he came across one that held the tribe glyph of the wendigo it held his deed and the pain became great and the rank flashed before his eyes.. a large glyph for fostern.. the whole thing shook him to his very core and the wind was sooo chilled that it created a white frost over his flesh till he found himself in the flesh lands once more shivvering on a the grass.. the grass all around him was white with frost and he could hear it crinkle under his body weight..*

Scene DND (Dec 7, 2010 10:21:16 PM)
(you are free to act on this, or shrug it off, however there are different paths your character can take to further this story line if you are intrested in it. It all has to do with your characters past history and to add personal development into your characters present and future. )

Scene DND (Dec 7, 2010 10:22:59 PM)
(as such if you choose to take the advice of the old man and seek the answers in a vision quest which can some times be more confusing or lead you to more questions or if you would like to investigate more into the old woman washer or investigate what she has incommon with the raven spirit.. Please pass me a FPM and let me know when you would like to continue these things if you would like to continue at all..)

Keening Sorrow (Dec 7, 2010 10:23:38 PM)
He reverted to his birth form when he takes note of his surroundings, gingerly touching the wound on his shoulder. "Ouch... Well, that's a good sign." He takes a moment to contemplate what he's witnessed. [Aight.]

Scene DND (Dec 7, 2010 10:24:28 PM)
(I do hope you had fun..)

Scene DND (Dec 7, 2010 10:27:38 PM)
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Stalks the Fae (Dec 7, 2010 10:27:44 PM)
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Keening Sorrow (Dec 7, 2010 10:29:08 PM)
[It was interesting, thanks! I'll get back to you on what his next steps will be.]

Keening Sorrow (Dec 7, 2010 10:34:07 PM)
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