Keening Sorrow (Dec 14, 2010 8:08:10 PM)
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Keening Sorrow (Dec 14, 2010 8:15:29 PM)
Sorrow has made his preparations, and though he didn't know what his next step ought to be, he knew enough to meditate upon his ancestors to see what insight they may provide, or if he was left to figure out the next step on his own.
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 8:24:17 PM)
(here it comes) *When keening next stepped out of his sweat lodge he could see a small fire pit not to far away. Younge native man about 22 years old, sitting across the frie from a old native woman whom had a staff across her lap.. The two where conversing as they gazed at each other through the flames..*
Keening Sorrow (Dec 14, 2010 8:26:45 PM)
He blinked away the sweat from his eyes, wiping his brow with a scrap of cloth he'd hung onto for just that purpose. As the property was secluded, he was nude, draped loosely in his thick hair, which clung to damp skin in places.
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 8:27:51 PM)
*the other two where dressed.. And the man looked over at him.. Holding out a sea shell to him in offering*
Keening Sorrow (Dec 14, 2010 8:29:14 PM)
"Hello?" He glances around as he steps away from the dome of skins, stretching to his full height and considering the strangers in his territory. He approaches them, dropping his gaze to the offered shell, reaching out to brush his fingers across it.
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 8:31:30 PM)
*The shell had within it what looked like a warm liquid.. The man spoke* Come join us in our journey..
Keening Sorrow (Dec 14, 2010 8:36:26 PM)
He looks between them, taking a seat so he had one on either side of him about the same disatance apart. He looks to the old woman, nodding to her. "Hello, grandmother." He pulls his hair away from his skin briefly, letting it settle as it would. It seemed his guests weren't in a talkative mood, though, so he turns back to the offered shell and takes it in both hands now that he was settled, curious about what it was.
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 8:38:28 PM)
*The woman looked up at him it was not grandmother hilma.. Though the woman was definately native american in oragin. And she most certainly did offer him a nod.. She whispered*Come drink the tea of our people and let us journey together.
Keening Sorrow (Dec 14, 2010 8:42:38 PM)
He sniffs at the contents of the shell, wondering what he was getting himself into. It was rude to pass up the offering, and though he should have been playing host, he takes a draught from the warm liquid. There was only going forward, though he held memories close to him so he could learn from what came before.
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 8:44:54 PM)
*ohh as he took a sip from the shell it tasted awful! And the man then pulled out a peace pipe.. He took a pouch which had the scent of sage and tabacco in it.. he held it up and whispered a prayer of thanks to mother gaia.. Before he began packing the pipe.. The woman motioned for keening to have a seat by the fire with them.*
Keening Sorrow (Dec 14, 2010 8:49:35 PM)
He settles down, crossing his legs under him and places the shell beside him unless the old woman reaches for it, looking from one to the next, he was filled with curiosity clear in those mismatched eyes, and finally he turns his gaze to the fire as though his answers could be found there. Silent in respect for the prayer and the pipe, he smiles as the breeze stirs the flames.
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 8:51:17 PM)
*The breeze stirred the flames and added a coldness to his sweaty flesh.. The bowl was then offered to the old woman with tradition intent and the woman lifted it placing the large metal end to the flame and inhaling before handing it to keening.. whom would be expected to hand it back towards the man.. the woman inhaled deeply and closed her eyes..*
Keening Sorrow (Dec 14, 2010 8:54:46 PM)
He accepted the pipe with a nod of thanks to the old woman, murmuring his own soft thanks to his guests as well as Gaia in all her ways, taking a deep draw off the sacred pipe's contents, feeling the rich smoke filling him up as he returns the pipe to the man. For the moment there was no need for words, they would come when it was necessary.
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 8:58:55 PM)
*The man took in a deep inhale then the woman lets hers out, her body seemed to relax as she gazed into the fire light.. She spoke first soft yet raspy smokey voice tinged with her age and experience* ~woman~finish your tea younge one.. *she motioned with a arm towards the shell keening had not finished the contents of*
Keening Sorrow (Dec 14, 2010 9:02:34 PM)
He releases the smoke with a slow exhalation, taking up the shell again to quaff the rest of the foul drink quickly, as a child might gulp down medicine to have it over with. It just wouldn't do to upset the pair, though he wasn't yet sure what his purpose was in appeasing them. His curiosity drove him to obey, respecting old ways which dictated he treat visitors with honour.
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 9:05:55 PM)
*After he drank it.. The two seemed to look into the flames.. Keening couldnt help but look foward at the flicking flames as the cool air washed over his spine and the back of his neck.. He began to see the puffs of white smoke leaving the flames.. They reminded him of clean white burial shrouds that he had never finished washing in that river!.. He could see the tribal glyphs the ranks and deeds etched into the burial garments..*
Keening Sorrow (Dec 14, 2010 9:08:59 PM)
He blinks as he started seeing things in the smoke, passing a hand over his eyes. Those shrouds! They were haunting him, and he couldn't stop wondering what it was that made him so fixated. He reaches out a hand to above the flames as though he could snag the edge of one to draw it closer for inspection.
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 9:18:38 PM)
*When he reached for the smoke to drag a corner of one of the shroud He felt the shround pull back and it was allmost a vaccume effect he felt himself pulled away from the fire, he could hear the old woman and the man singing in a native tounge some where in the distance.. He felt incredibly cold his body seeming to pull in every direction and allmost as if he was one with the wind itself as it pulled him off.. He finds himself in the middle of the ocean.. Wind whipping all around him.. Seemingly floating along on the surface, when he looks down he can see his feet are on solid round curved stone of some kind with strange patteren to it.. The stone was cource and strong*
Keening Sorrow (Dec 14, 2010 9:22:50 PM)
There weren't a lot of people who would be comfortably standing on a strange stone in the middle of the ocean, let alone naked and wind whipped. He crouched down to take a closer look at the stone he'd found himself on, fingers tracing the pattern curiously, wondering if somehow he'd been spirited away on the back of a turtle. He laughs at the thought, the sound resonant with the wind, which was some of his closest relations.
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 9:27:29 PM)
*ohh what a silly thought? However he most certainly was spirited away on the back of a turtle! yes yes it was a turtle! There was a deep feeling of connection with this turtle.. As his fingers slipped over its shell he could get images in his mind of strong ansestors, allmost see there faces.. Feel the honor dripping from them and being absorbed by him.. Each one seemed to be dressed in those burial shrouds though the ranks the deeds the tribal glyphs where gone as if they had been wiped from history, or perhaps there sacrafise was simply forgotten over the passage of time.. As his laughter faded and was carried off by the wind he could see a island in the distance, was the island moving towards him or was he moving towards the island?*
Keening Sorrow (Dec 14, 2010 9:31:48 PM)
He let the warmth of the encounter wash over him, feeling the presence of those ancestors and acknowledging them with an internal thanks to their deeds. Palms flat on the turtle's shell, he looks out to the shore that was approaching, or they were approaching. "I'm sorry brothers...." He murmurs, wishing he knew what more could be said. "I will remember."
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 9:33:43 PM)
*when keening got close to the shore the turtle he was travling on seemed to stop expecting him to take the few steps onto the shore at this point..*
Keening Sorrow (Dec 14, 2010 9:36:37 PM)
"Thank you, brother." He says to the turtle, descending from its back and into the water, turning to offer a haunted smile to his escort. Having said his thanks, he wasn't sure what move to make beyond turning to the shore and getting dry again. He looks up to the landscape as he drips onto the sands, trying to get a feel for where he had come.
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 9:42:11 PM)
*He can hear two men up ahead seemingly arguing one man spoke in a language that he did not under stand but the other seemed to speak right to his soul.. as if there was a deep conneciton.. When he moved closer he could see the two, one was rather large with that white blue colored hair that might remind keening of someone he knows.. The other seemed to have a gills at the backs of his neck and a shimmering scale like to him, remembling allmost a fishes type scale rather then a snakes..*
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 9:44:54 PM)
*The larger one with the white blue hair seemed to tower over the scaley looking fellow.. And he spoek with conviction..*~booming voice from the large one~You do no good slithering around in the depths looking for insight the war must be fought with the fury of the northern winds! How do you aid gaia when you spend all your time wiggling around looking for buried treasures!
Keening Sorrow (Dec 14, 2010 9:46:17 PM)
He drew closer, but didn't interrupt, looking from one man to the next curiously, trying to puzzle out the scene before him. "Brothers...?" He sweeps his hair back, unconscious of his exposure to the elements or the vulnerability of his soft, fleshy human form.
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 9:48:20 PM)
*the smaller one was yabbering in a language that keening could not under stand but he seemed to point to his own head then point to the large one as he rambled on a staff appeared in his head and he thwapped it on the large guys head.. Which only infuriated the larger one.. Neither seemed to notice keening, as if keening was watching something that had come to pass.. a vision..That he was apart of but seperate from at the same time.*
Keening Sorrow (Dec 14, 2010 9:52:10 PM)
"What good does it do for brothers to quibble?" He mutters, scratching his throat as he walks a circuit around them, considering the encounter intently. "Where is your middle brother, to mediate?"
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 9:59:22 PM)
*And just as keening stepped foward and started asking that question did he see someone enter as he did.. this one moved around them.. Slowly this third one thought middle in size also spoke.. it seemed the other two did not hear him at first or chose not to.. Then he stepped between them a hand one older brothers chest and one to yunger brothers chest.. his voice was calming and his hands lay where there hearts should beat.*we need to be strong yes.. *he spoke to the older one.. then looking to the younger one* And in wisdom and study we could find the secrets to utterly destroy the enemy. *Then he spoke just as clearly to them as a white mist began to slither in the from the sea like a thick fog slithering over there legs * But without these deeds being done with honor, we shall never acomplish anything.. *The white fog thick seemed to slip in and covered the middle brother like a white burial shroud.. with no rank, no deedname, and just a ancient garou glyph that few have ever seen...Keening got a deep sad
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 10:00:23 PM)
Saddness whelling up inside him as his knees began to buckle and found himself falling upon the shore.. the shore.. which resembled the shell he had once sooo excidedly travled the sea on*
Keening Sorrow (Dec 14, 2010 10:04:01 PM)
The weight of sadness was familiar to him, a thing which lingered even in his sweetest songs, and he recognised that feeling with the welcome of an old friend. "I'm sorry, brother." He repeats again, placing his palms flat on the strange surface again. "You were honourable and strong."
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 10:05:04 PM)
(brb dont leave!)
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 10:05:10 PM)
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Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 10:15:59 PM)
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Keening Sorrow (Dec 14, 2010 10:16:01 PM)
[wb!]
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 10:16:05 PM)
(ty)
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 10:20:21 PM)
*Keening was slipping as the ground itself began to slither into the depths of the ocean.. the cold icey waters touched his ankles worked its way up his calfs.. And soon he found himself once again by the fire.. which was just embers left.. There was a peace pipe and a bag of the tabaccoo left behind by his guests for there "host" he would notice it was the next day.. the sweat from the lodge then mixed with the cold air had him shivvering when he woke.. *
Keening Sorrow (Dec 14, 2010 10:26:38 PM)
He rubbed his face, feeling somewhat dazed by the strange vision, noting the embers glowing when the breeze dances across them and wonders how long he had been so immersed in the dream-space. "Thank you." He says to the fire, as the strangers had left and he couldn't thank them directly. He shifted to lupus so he could catch their scents, in the event he met them again.
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 10:27:34 PM)
*He would catch there scents.. They both had destictive natural scents.. *
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 10:28:58 PM)
(okay here is what you get for your 4 suxxs on your roll)
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 10:32:33 PM)
*Older brother Wendigo Middle brother Crotean Little Brother Uktena.. Glory.. Honor.. Wisdom.. The past must not be forgotten, nor the ansestors and those whom have sacrafised all in the name of gaia. These memories can overwhelm one with such sadness when they think of what the nation has lost. Example: how keening is prone to such depressive states due to his own experience of loss and visions. Though to not be selfless to forget what was lost, and not try to live up to those whom came before us. Is a insult to there memories. One Must stand tall, if they plan to make sure such sacrafises where not made in vein!*
Keening Sorrow (Dec 14, 2010 10:36:37 PM)
He reverts to his birth form, having memorised the scents for future reference, picking up the pipe and pouch of tobacco. He sat there beside the dying fire, holding these things and contemplating what his next step ought to be, content to remain for the moment naked to the elements despite the chill. "You're a stupid kid, Jack." He mutters, looking over the pipe.
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 10:37:07 PM)
(stupid kid jack?)
Keening Sorrow (Dec 14, 2010 10:38:38 PM)
[Talking to himself, Jack, short for Pajackok]
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 10:39:03 PM)
(Are you enjoying these personal scenes?)
Keening Sorrow (Dec 14, 2010 10:39:49 PM)
[They're interesting, just getting the feeling I'm not utilising them well.]
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 10:42:57 PM)
(they are personal because they are based around your chrs background his merits and flaws, his enginmatic nature, his numiena and hopefully in the end we can work on strengthening the character as a whole.. These sort of story lines are to give your pc insight into himself and his own strengths and flaws he must deal with ontop of all the other things he comes in contact with such as other pcs or other group like sls. Bring the lessons from his visions and personal experiences into role play.. And see where it leads.. There is not utalising them well this is not a school test of any kind.)
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 10:43:56 PM)
(that make sence?)
Keening Sorrow (Dec 14, 2010 10:45:16 PM)
[Yeah. Still, seems like I should be doing more with what I get, is all.]
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 10:48:28 PM)
(well that is up to you.. There are plenty of possidbilites.. As for our next session.. I have all week booked unfortuenatly. till next monday the 20th, and the 21st is when i celbrate my holiday. The 22nd of december is free as is the 23, 24, 25 will be celbrating a holiday with my mum, however 26 i am avilable i will be going on vacation the 28th so the 27th ill be packing)
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 10:50:36 PM)
(send me a fpm, of what you would like to do next.. and what time your avilable!)
Keening Sorrow (Dec 14, 2010 10:50:39 PM)
[I am flying to another state on the 25th, and am not sure when I will have internet after that. I expect to be getting a job sooner rather than later, so I cannot predict when my next good times are going to be.]
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 10:51:01 PM)
(ok well let me know when you find out, send me a fpm ok?
Keening Sorrow (Dec 14, 2010 10:51:40 PM)
[aight, will do]
Keening Sorrow (Dec 14, 2010 10:51:59 PM)
[danke for the scenes!]
Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 10:54:54 PM)
(your welcome!)
Keening Sorrow (Dec 14, 2010 10:55:08 PM)
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Gabby Girl (Dec 14, 2010 10:57:57 PM)
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