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....If you called the Crone your covenant and learned their dark magicks, then you done trafficked with demons.....

....From what I have been told and from what I have seen they forsake their humanity for whatever dark powers they posses.....

She kept herself under control long enough to get away from her computer, to change shape and fly to get to some woods. Not the Raven she usually chose, but the Owl of her history. Upon landing, she screamed the hate and pain and violence out, frightening birds out of the trees. As she did so, flickers crossed her mind....

she was chained to the stone as they performed the rite, carving into her limbs till she was screaming and covered in blood, her heart trying to break out of her chest as they enjoyed her body.... she fell into unconsciousness, only to wake in her cell, bandaged, stitched up, in agony

So much of her year in that cell was hidden from her, the crucible that turned her from the young lady who was the Inquisitrix's ward, to an instinctual feral child who would do anything to survive.

Traffic with Demons? thats no better than brood....

Ceri roared with hate, and shredded one of the trees, letting the red haze fall over her eyes and take her away from her mind. Finally, it was over, and she lay in a clearing, her eyes dark. For hours she lay, and in the end the only thing that made her move was the sense of dawn, light in the sky. It was almost up when she willed her blood to take her into the earth's embrace, protecting her.

When she woke that night, she understood. One way or the other, she had to sacrifice something, to keep her honor, and hope it did not destroy her heart.

"Oh, 'Rix, now I understand why you slept..."

Current Mood: crushed

She tossed and turned in her bed, the day sleep heavy upon her. The dream made her restless, the sense of thunder and rain in it, deep red passion, like blood, making her break out into a thin sheen of sweat. In the dream the sense of fear and lust became stronger, of silken bonds tying around her, stretching her out, leaving her open and vulnerable, her heart on her breast, her throat bare. The storm broke, torrential rain slamming down on her, soaking her clothes and skin and hair. Hands gripped her body, a hard kindred body sliding against her rain slick one, till his mouth reaches her throat. His lips caress, and just before biting down, a whisper echoes around them both –

This is how I pray….

And then the bliss of the kiss floods her body like the rain, leaving her as naked and exposed as the blood welling into his mouth.

Ceri wakes to the clap of thunder outside, and stares into the dark. The eyes are not the eyes of a kindred in control, but the eyes of a woman who sees utterly clearly how dangerous her attraction and desire is, and yet still cannot turn away.

Ceridwyn sat at the ornate desk, her back pressed against the straight backed chair. She wore draped silky top that exposed part of her back down to the top of the chair back, and a skirt in a similar fabric. Slowly she reread the content of her journal, the pen lying beside it.

I am now at Lancaster Estate, being looked after by Khovros. Dominion... she's trapped, and might be dead, along with several Invictus and a Cardinal... I was going to loose it... So i went to him and he brought me here....

I could say I want him so badly I can taste it... but thats actually not true. Becuase tasting him is not what i want. And Mother knows he tastes me often enough. What I want is the absolutely primal loss of control that comes with the total surrender of being in his bed. And he's too old for that. He might love me because of the ritual of feeding each week, but I doubt he remembers what it is to lie in a womans, or a mans, embrace.

I want to forget the heartbreak that will come if Dominion dies. I want to drown in my desire and hide in that place that will make me forget everything I think, except how much i Want.

Ceri reads, and for a moment the cool delicate touch of a kindred hand strokes up her spine to the nape of her neck, and the flower of demeter pinned there. She sighs softly, and shifts in her chair as the phantom touch goes away.

Current Mood: enthralled

OOC Note: These are the opinion's of my pc, not me as a player. I'm particularly noting on this one because of the views contained therein. Rachel is a neonate, Nos, Dragon. She served in Iraq about two years ago, and its where she was killed. I'm enjoying this pc, and would love more ties and rp time with her. Poke me if you are interested.

Rachel - Death

“Death… Looking back, I think I’ve been chasing death for a long time. I joined the army to help people who could not help themselves, to guard and protect those people who were being marginalized or killed in this war on terror. Be an angel. I looked for angels for a long time, and found them – but in the end, was stalking kindred, stalking death, and I only know that now, about Angelique, the beautiful man with black wings, and the others. Kindred who sought to protect and shepherd the mortal population. I did that with my unit for a while, after this happened. So I guess death never scared me much. It still does not, but then I don’t really consider myself immortal. We can still be killed, no matter what any elder says. This just allows me to continue my quest in another form.

Rachel - War

“We are humanity’s mirror. A darker, more violent version, perhaps, but we are. War is one of the most unhumane things I have ever seen, and always will be. It leaves people changed and scarred. Sometimes it feels like we are simply throwing more people into the maw of some ravening beast.

But in other places they are getting the idea – building positive relations, helping local communities, sowing the ground with the seeds of positive relations so that ongoing nightmares like Isreal/Palestine, or the cold war never happen. That’s the real war on terror – changing the communities that breed terrorists so the ground does not yield up more people who hate.

Freedom

The Angel girl stops the bike on the edge of the road as her phone goes off. She looks at it, and smiles, reading the one word and replies.

“Freedom, you ask.”

“For me, freedom is for all creatures to strive towards what is great about themselves and their potential. Its the right to self determination, to make one’s own choices, without fear, or favour, or manipulation, or bias. This is what I do, for people. I remove those parts that manipulate them in a certain direction. The Seers, and their machinations, the magi and their hubris. Enlightenment is not about power. It never was.”

Che kicks the bike into gear, and roars onto the highway.

Masks

Che sits on the ridge, looking out over a red sunset. “You can never hide from yourself. Masks are only really for other people, and the price you pay to hide like that, if you are hiding from yourself, then you are caging yourself into being something you are not. In the end, all you can do is face what you are and who you are, and acknowledge that.”

“Strangely, since coming out here, I’ve seen nothing of the seers. Its my guess they know Angel’s around, and maybe what I’m doing, but are content to leave me do my thing now I’m away from the consilium. Of course, the tower could have something to do with that. They’re like roaches disappearing down holes when stuff that big comes to town. But out here is the most honest I can be. Helping folk out, letting fate take me where it wills.”

Family

Alex sits down at the piano, running her fingers over the keys, smiling.

“Family do it tough for each other. They are the ones that pull you out of the trouble that is two nightmarish to stand, the ones that hold you when you fall apart and realise what you became, and the ones that tackle you off mines in the middle of a sweating jungle. Its not about blood, its about trust, and the ties that are so much stronger than this mortal coil.

Nicholai woke me up to what was happening. He said and did some braver things than I have ever seen in all my years, to save me and bring me back to a place of peace. Family are not always about being loving, and strong. Sometimes its just the opposite, the things you will sacrifice to bring them back.”

They are my company, they are my friends, and they are my twin.”

Symbiosis – or being a twin

Alex sits and ponders, playing as she does so.

“Its.. a little like never being alone. Having a soul connection. Its like love, or family, but not, so much deeper than that. When Nicholai was injured and dying, I felt it. As he slipped into that coma, going to Stygia, I felt the change, and as the fight intensified, and I slipped in the mud, it was not the VC any more, but something else, as I fell into the primal wild. One’s awakening triggered the other. Kind of. That’s what being a twin is.”

Love

That thing that makes you rise each night, it is central to what keeps you going through your life, or your requiem. It makes you both great and terrible at once, for the things you will do in the name of love can be great, and can be terrible. In the end, it is most truly about sacrifice, and those things you give up, to protect the ones you love.

Loyalty

*laughs*
Loyalty… hmmm. An Invictus asking about an Acolyte’s view on loyalty. That’s funny.

Honor. Not breaking one’s word. But maybe the real question is … word to whom? Yourself? Your oaths?

Me, mine is to family. But that’s a whole other story…. *smiles*

Stubborn

*laughs* Pig headed. My family. Not quitters. Staying power. Survivalist. Yep, I think that covers it.

Shiva – Home

“Home is here.” Touches her chest. “Not this place, Sydney, or Monterey, or Arcadia. It is not a place any more. Instead it is Self. You ask why then did I return? Because here I am the one in control. Here, the individual has a chance of growing, determining its own self.”

Ooc. Now the real question is, does she believe it?

Give me more for her. I need them.

For the original meme, go here. http://raven-steps.livejournal.com/28674.html

This is for those players I miss so very much - Nick Crowhurst, Rach Hopkins, and all the other Assamite players and family members Juliet had such fun with.

Juliet – Family

She sits in the comfortable arm chair, looking out a window onto a sunlit field. Long black silken hair falls to her waist, smooth and straight, and her eyes, mercury grey to most, turn to a silver surface as she turns the word over in her mind.

“Family. Blood, love, honor, loyalty… community. Not always blood relations, but those ties that bind people together. What will you sacrifice for a member of your family to know or realize what they truly are? And what will you realize about yourself seen through the eyes of those you call family?”

She smiles, eyes shining as she recalls doing just that.

“Someone does not just stop being family if they break the rules or estrange themselves. This is not about decisions, wise or otherwise, nor just about actions.”

As she speaks, you see two phantom figures, seemingly sentient, watching. One is a man, small, delicately built, with old eyes, and epitomizing the ideal of loyalty and honor. The other is a woman, dark and forbidding, epitomizing the ideal of justice and vengeance. They both smile.

“The phrase blood is thicker than water comes to mind, but its not just blood. Its loyalty and love and community too. Both of these people were family, one by blood, the other by loyalty. Both of them taught me things about myself I’d never have found without them. And both of them I taught, for at the end of all things, I am the Guide to a healing path.”

I am not going to lock this, or screen the comments. So go sick!

Post a comment with a one-word subject and one of my characters. They will post their thoughts and/or rants on said topic.

Characters allowed to be asked are:
Ceridwyn - Gangrel Crone degenerate
Rachel - Nosferatu Dragon neonate
River - Iron Master Cahalith Werewolf
Alexandra de John - Thrysus Arrow ex soldier
Ariel - Mastigos no order
Shiva - Snowskin, court undecided

And a few old cast.....
Che/Angel - Acanthus Apostate clone
Juliet Winterson - Assamite Amr - my first pc.

Current Mood: creative

"If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought?"
(Now post this in your LJ and find out what mine would be)

EDIT: Odd so far everyone has assumed Ceri....

OOC> PLEASE note that this is ooc knowledge, and you don't know it unless Ceri said it to you in a scene. So no meta gaming or picking fights for some of the content therein.

Hmmmm. Now, what did i get done over the last few days

1. Danced the tango through a cyclone
2. Drowned
3. Battled a seamonster
4. Watched a kindred who was more selfless than most of us deserve. Si, your sacrifice will never be forgotten.
5. Discovered that sometimes humans are scarier than us
6. Don't touch if the Mother did not bless you first
7. Rescued a salmon that turned out to be a mara
8. Learned a very very very old tale about a vision quest for knowledge, and trod its footprints
9. Met my neice, Veronica, and gave her away to the Invictus and Makoto with my blessing
10. Discovered that the court have decided that I am leading the Acolytes of Sydney no matter what anyone else says
11. Recieved two petitions for membership, and questioned and tested one
12. Ran damage control for Stahls sex life. Yes you heard correctly :-)

Current Mood: amused

Ceri sat, staring out over the ocean. It was strange being here, so far away from family, that she could not feel them in her blood, tied together, all parts of each other. Ever since her return, and even before leaving, there had been the sense of her hand being guided, her faith, the testing from the Mother, meeting her old Hierophant, and then her family….

There were so many faiths and mythologies and beliefs all over the world, and Ceridwyn had studied. Now though, she found herself changing in the role she played in the cycle of the Mother, and a stronger sense of those 3 who wove the strands, and guided her down the paths she followed, was making itself felt.

We have a calling, she thought to herself, those of my family, to protect the people that cannot, and draw the balance back to where it should be…. I feel in my heart, or my beast, that I am being drawn somewhere else… to Be something else….. I cannot see the path, but I know its there, as surely as the sun sets and moon rises…

I feel it with every fibre of my being.

The weirdness infecting the city was gone. It had left, while she was away. No longer did she crave seducing someone, and now it was gone, looking back, her behavior made her uncomfortable. Especially the last….

His words flicked through her mind, and she tried not to shudder at the inference that because of what she’d done with Sam, she was easy, or a whore. A woman, or a body, to be used for no better reason than their pleasure. She had touched no one since that day. Avoided them all, even the Khovros, and spent days in animal form, hiding.

Oh Nici…. I miss you so much…..

She looks out over the sea, knowing something out there was calling.... Her mother, and the sea, in the sea, of the sea, was pulling her blood....

Tomorrow the quest begins.

Current Mood: contemplative

Ceri's voicemail at present, from 14 September 2007.....

"Heya.... Off dodging the navy in search of an old woman.... leave a message at the 'caw'"

(sound of a raven's call instead of a beep)

ooc.
leave me a message guys..... heheheehehe

This was an idea i got off

ravens_lair
His was quite priceless in its flippancy. :-)

Current Mood: mischievous

You tread the ruined stones of the old manor, stepping lightly over brambles, roots, and shattered stone. As you walk, you run your hand down the wall, looking at this derelict building, once the foundation of such a beautiful house, and cold seeps into your heart, like you are treading away from the light and life of spring, into the deep cold and peace of winter.

Its not painful, or even sad, exactly, just, still, remote, and cold, like the world sleep under a blanket. Then you notice it….. the stones are cold, and as you walk, the feeling under your hand becomes ice, surprising you, as you look around. The walls are cold, and the crunch under your feet sounds different, with each step, till you stand on a crunchy layer of snow, and the walls are frosty and thin.

Rounding a corner, you enter a room, and before you are clear windows.

Sitting in the middle of the room, is a figure who at first seems to blend into the coldness of the room and its ice and snow. Long silver hair hides its face, a long grey robe falls shapelessly from the shoulders. She sits, watching the windows, her slender hands, blue nails, drum softly through the white fur of her mantle as she watches.

Valentine walks in. “And who might you be?”

“Shiva.” The voice is low, a cool soothing contaltro that would have been at home on a man or a woman. She turns, cool, calculating eyes looking over the top of her glasses at you.

Hi everyone.

This post is a story that belongs to me and a bunch of New England, Australias players. I know not everyone on my journal is a Werewolf, fan, but i'm hoping you will enjoy this - it made for an absolutly rocking scene.

TEACHING AN OLD PACK WITH A NEW PUP:
The Sundered Claw & River-Ever-Changing Story.

Written By: Shannon Keniry, Crystal Plowman, Beth Tobin & Conrad White.
Additional Input & Approval: Tim Cluley, Joel Gilleland, & Tiffany Williams

( Read more... )

Current Mood: happy

http://changeling.cam-wiki.org/index.php/Shiva

Not much in it, but its there.

ooc.
Rachel is my baby nos. not so long ago i got to thinking about the effect kindred have on mortal society, particularly after a few stories i read.

“In search of angels?”

October 2004

Rachel looked at the article, reading it, and rereading it till its details were burnt into her mind. The car was wrecked, and all the other occupants killed, except the boy. He had been rescued, by what witnesses claimed was an angel. She would not have thought any more about it, but her cousin, a nurse at the hospital had said that the boy was dying, lost the will to live, till that night….. She recalled her cousin’s fervor, at finding faith, that angels were out there looking over us, and this proved it.

Putting the article down, she looked at the TV screen in front of her. The fuzzy image was of a man standing over the child’s bed, very blurry, and then the shadow of great black wings spreading over the room, and then….. he was just gone.

It was strange.

Logging into her network, she set the search parameters for similar occurrences throughout the US and went to bed. May as well have some fun while she was holidaying.

Current Mood: creative

She woke earlier than normal, and lifted herself away from her sleeping lover, and walked down the stone corridors of her hostess' house. Barefoot, white robes flowing over her, tangled reddish hair down her back, flickers of the dream returned.

.... hungry..... so very hungry..... she recalled trying to will her fangs to grow... to allow her to feed.... her magic slipped away.... could not will her blood to do her bidding, the blood she had left.... so hungry..... week after week....

...The Khovros looked at her with concern.... all of them did... she prayed for her Mother to hear her... had she abandoned her faithful Acolyte?

... then... that scent.... sea, salt, blood, it was intoxicating..... and she saw him.... for the first time in three weeks her fangs grew and she fed... and it was like being consumed in flames.... it burned her.... but when she came back to herself, seh was on her knees, in agony, but her heart knew the truth....

... she, and her faith, had been tested and chosen.... to undertake a quest.... and it would begin in Sydney...

She stood watching the sun go down, the dusk burning her eyes, even in the shadows she stood in, and smiled.

She was the one her Dark Mother had found worthy. She would become the spiritual leader of her faith. Her course was clear.

Current Mood: excited

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