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Severance


Reina de la Morte

Posts: 104
Date: Jan 29, 2009
Lupanar Circle (Contacting The Munin) A greeting of power blessed upon the pack. ( All pack)
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"Your eyes were closed for the one last time, sleepless nights from here to eternity. I call upon you sisters and brothers of pack and blood, come to me now and form your very self before my eyes. Your spirits linger near so I beseech you to materialize, allow me a word and lend me your guidance."..

Severance moved around the lupanar dragging a machete behind her. It was used to form a circle of power that would intertwine with the recently departed members of Ash's pack. Lately she could feel them all drawling near in effort to be by their wolf king.The power was strong due to the devotion and love offered up so freely. Today she wished a meeting with them, her purpose to help better strengthen the bond and to offer herself as a vessel for them to speak freely through her. She was dressed in a black ceremonial dress that left her arms and shoulders bare, a strap of lace caressed along the back of her neck down to the front which held the fabric up. Feet were bare and wrapped on her ankles would be bracelets lined with tiny bells. Long silken black hair was left out to cascade down between her shoulder blades the tips of it curling along her bottom.

Slender neck would take to being decorated with a  half moon shaped medallion. The trees in the area outside the circle were lined with wind chimes which would act as a warning mechanism of sorts, allowing the vargamore to be alerted if something of a evil nature some how managed to enter into the circle.
Hand held steady to the machete and with a soft exhale she brought her other hand down, turned it and began to spill salt out to trace over the line she drew into the earth's soul. Chanting beneath her breath she moved her feet in a silent dance of sorts that had the bells chiming out. One of old time and legend among her gypsy heritage the chant was, but also one of great power and great truth. When the blade met with the beginning of the circle she had started she paused and leaned forward to strike the blade firmly in the dead center of it piercing the ground with a squish.

Turning she looked over her shoulder at Seven and offered up a quiet nod, the trusted companion and collector of souls launched himself from the trees to fly toward her. When he drew close enough she dipped her hand into the pocket of her dress and when she brought it out she flung the contents of salt up into the air to splash along the crow's wings.

Seven called out and hit into the salt then turning he circled the area of the circle several times. Then did another dive just as Sevvy kneeled to one knee, the dress sliding up to leave the pale of her skin glistening beneath the weight of the moon. Her rolling tides of blue locked onto Seven's eyes, a swirling of color kissed to their beautiful depths and then they bled over to black. Seven's beak opened to bellow out a loud echoing caw, Sevvy brought a hand up holding it toward the very heavens. Seven lowered and as he blew past his commander of the dead Sevvy brushed her finger tips over his sleek feathered belly and with a twist of her wrist she pulled free a feather like blade. Rising to her feet she held out her arm and then brought the sharp feather down to pierce her skim at the elbow. The cut was a long line that went from elbow to just below her wrist. As the crimson leaked out she turned in circles, the wind catching at her dress as she spun and caused the running drops to go air born. Up and then down to splatter against the dirt. Moving then she reached that bloody arm out to grasp a hold of the machete's handle.

Head lowered as she watched her own life's blood drip down to cover over the steel of the blade and then down into the ground.

Full strawberry glossed lips parted in a array of whispered words..

"The blood on our hands is the wine,we offer as sacrifice. Come to me souls of the departed a veil on the realm of shadows open before you, so I ask thee to drink of my wine and come fourth.Your journey this night had begun just as mine was to choose the Reaper. Destination is the darkness, I am your salvation so I beseech you..."....

Closing her eyes she released the blade and took a step back, her arms rose up and the power of the crypt rushed in to evade and wrap it's self along her petite frame like that of lover. The fire she had lit earlier outside the sacred circle raged up to spit out cinders and ashes, it's bright glow illuminating the nights shadows.. Whispered voices filtered through to penetrate her mind. Hair along the back of her neck stood on end, the cold caressed lick was like a foreign tongue up her spine. In her mind she could see lines and patterns of colors so she reached out to them with invisible hands to turn and bend them at will. Then down she pushed her hands to dig deep into the soul, raking fingers along as they sought out remains of the dead. Her lids fluttered open to offer up the pitch black of her irises, the chimes outside the circle moved to sound the night signaling the evil that wished to be a part of the circle. Severance would not allow it, it was a place of sacred power that could  not and would not be tainted with such sin.

Lips went pale and eyes rolled back but she held onto her physical body while her soul continued it's probe of the earth. Pain began to lacerate through her stomach which had the necromancer sweating but she would not be so easily swayed to their will. A language of old once again left her lips as she continued the chat she had started to reach those of the munin. Seven cried out so Sevvy astrojected herself into Seven using the crow's eyes as a window. The crow's vision lowered to the fire which had escalated in length to catch the grass.

A gasp rang out loudly as she threw herself back into her body. Eyes blazed a bright blue and Seven took that as his cue he flew down back toward his grave dancer. Sevvy pulled a pack of tarot cards from her other pocket, Seven dipped and again she brushed his belly and when he parted in her hands were a few dagger feathers. Her other hand spread and then tossed the tarot cards. Then the hand holding the feathers flicked and one by one seven of the cards were pierced with a feather and struck to pin to trees. The wind lashed out in defiance and it felt as if the Vargamore was smacked in the face, the evil that lurked was trying to break her will. Her heart accelerated and then a voice whispered out to her, one that had tears sliding from her eyes. It was a voice long gone but never truly forgotten. The voice of her brother Alejandro..

It was hard to say if it was imagined, real or a nasty trick dealt out by whatever evil wished to intrude upon the circle but it was enough to have Severance fighting back.

She sank to her knees, her hands catching to the hilt of the machete. Concentrating she pushed the dead cold of her power around to blend with the frosty bite of her aurora and then when it was at it's peak she merged with seven and together they untied into a rare power of hers. The death scream, head fell back and her mouth parted in a ear shattering scream one that had Seven crying out along with her followed by a full piercing chorus of every near by crow. Soon the night was filled with a symphony of the dead and any undead creature alike, ghost, vampire and zombie  would be forced to heed her call or suffer the mind bending lash of pain.

The screams continued until the clouds above opened up to spill their rain down upon the camp fire, she clung to the blade. The evil outside the circle vanished and in it's place she could hearing the buzzing voices of the departed wolves, they were speaking out to her. Their warmth and power offered to help in evading the threat upon their circle. The feathers left the cards to tumble to the ground and Severance felt her hands slip and then down she fell to her back with her middle arching up as the munin filled her with feelings and offerings to their Ulfric. Power strong and true grew with in that circle and then like a blanket it thrusted outwards breaking the circle to brush it's power along Ash and all that called themselves pack.

A joining of perfect trust and perfect alliance, Sevvy looked up as the rain brushed along her cheek and then succumbed to the darkness for rest......  Seven flew down to to a resting place on her stomach, wings of obsidian were spread out to offer up some semblance of a shelter until either a pack mate arrived or Severance woke up.



-- Edited by Severance at 02:26, 2009-01-29

-- Edited by Severance at 02:31, 2009-01-29

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Llidya Chapman


Amazon Lukoi

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Date: Jan 29, 2009
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Llidya had arrived at the pack house to meet with Ash. She was limping a bit from the damn dog bite on her leg. Damn Cane Corsos. Big fucking dogs. She hated dogs. Her face was placid as she let herself into the house, and she moved towards the kitchen, towards Ash's room. She smelled him, smelled them all and it made her smile. She realized how much she missed staying there, and wished she could, but knew that it was an impossibility.

Ash's room was vacant, and Llidya turned to drop her folder onto the table. She spotted the note there and lifted it up to read it. She'd just finished reading off Severence's name when the screaming reached her ears. Llidya froze a moment, but the sound didn't stop. She dropped the note on the table and pushed open the door, not bothering to even shut it all the way behind her as she took off for the lupanar. Chapman had no clue as to what it was that Severence did, only that she could call forth spirits.

Her Bahamas-clear water hues took in the sights of the birds...crows, going crazy, cawing at the noise. The sky opened up as she reached the circle, and Llidya looked up, very surprised. Rain poured down where there had been little to no clouds, and she held out her hand, her brow furrowing. By this time the screaming had stopped, but in Llidya's case, that usually meant there was a body to be found.

She moved on, coming around a tree to see Severance there in the middle of a circle, and a wave of power rolled over her, warm and soothing. She paused as she watched Seven alight on her stomach, and then she moved forward, into the circle and dropped down next to Severence. The bird cawed at her, but Llidya gave him a look to let him know that they were to come to an understanding.

Chapman checked her pulse, still going strong. That was good. A glance was given to the cut on her arm, and Llidya scowled. That was going to take a bit to heal, and it was making her beast get antsy. The wolf was already prowling beneath the surface ready to climb out of her skin from all the turmoil she was feeling, and now blood?

Without a moment's hesitation, Llidya picked up the necromancer and started back towards the house. Seven was knocked from his perch with her actions and he let Llidya know he was quite irritated by the fact. The rain was soaking them both through, and she didn't want Severance to catch hypothermia or the flu out here.

Llidya moved as fast as she could, jostling her rather roughly, but it couldn't be helped. She knew she wouldn't be able to help it much longer.

Control was lost just as she reached the back porch, and Llidya almost dropped Severance on the porch before she turned and moved away, falling to the ground. She moved further away, scrambling as gut wrenching pain tore throughout her body.

Chapman launched herself at the tree line and landed within the woods as a wolf.

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