|
|
Post by Danny on Jul 28, 2009 13:36:51 GMT 1
Danny landed near the Umbral representation of the Library, quite near to where a scarred grey wolf settled down for the night. He had noticed by now that Hands of Mercy preferred the Umbra to the confines of the library itself, and therefore knew where to find him.
"Sorrow's Hail," he said softly. He was in his human form, but he could still tell the wolf was awake.
"Walk with me?"
It would have sounded like a request, but it wasn't. Hands of Mercy had the impression that if he wanted to refuse, he could.
|
|
|
|
Post by Hands of Mercy on Jul 28, 2009 14:50:30 GMT 1
Hands of Mercy stirs himself as he spots the large from approaching, but calms, though he remains attentive when he recognises Danny. The wings were new to him, but the Athro is still identifiable.
In response to Danny's request, Hands of Mercy simply stands and looks up to the elder Garou.
|
|
|
|
Post by Danny on Jul 28, 2009 14:58:19 GMT 1
Danny started to walk towards the bawn, still in his human form. He glanced sideways at Hands of Mercy. Danny always looked people in the eye when he was talking to them.
"You spend a lot of time in the Umbra," he said. "Have you tried sleeping inside the walls?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Hands of Mercy on Jul 28, 2009 15:02:16 GMT 1
Hands of Mercy shifts through into Homid to reply. "I'm not used to the city. I find it easier to sleep out here."
|
|
|
|
Post by Danny on Jul 28, 2009 15:10:13 GMT 1
"The Sept of the Blood Fist is quite rural compared to this," Danny agreed. "But those who sleep within the walls of this Caern are often granted visions. For those patient enough to interpret them, they can hold great wisdom."
He continued to walk, keeping Hands of Mercy to his left so he could look at him.
"What do you know about this prophecy?" he asked.
|
|
|
|
Post by Hands of Mercy on Jul 28, 2009 15:22:24 GMT 1
The sudden change of topic leaves Hands of Mercy feeling a bit lost for a moment before he catches onto Danny's train of thought.
"It came from Reveals the Truth Hidden Behind the Light, the eldest Theurge and Ritesmaster of the Blood Fist. It's part of the reason I'm here, though he didn't say how he knew it would happen here."
The intonation in his voice changes slightly as he recites the lines his mentor had given him.
"As ends approach to oldest war,
The son of Shadow and the Storm,
Shall bring a light from Death's own door,
For to mend the shattered bawn."
"He couldn't tell me what it meant, either. He was certain it referred to me, though. By my parents' names, my parents' tribes and by the sky around the time I was given to the forest and returned form it."
|
|
|
|
Post by Danny on Jul 28, 2009 15:32:42 GMT 1
Danny looked thoughtful for a while, before he spoke.
"What do you make of it?" he asked.
|
|
|
|
Post by Hands of Mercy on Jul 28, 2009 15:36:37 GMT 1
Hands of Mercy shrugs. "The shattered bawn could be Berlin, I suppose, but I've no idea what Death's own door or the Light is supposed to mean."
|
|
|
|
Post by Danny on Jul 28, 2009 15:41:37 GMT 1
Danny nodded at the suggestion.
"I have no doubt that you are in the right place, Sorrow's Hail," he said. "We must continue to watch and listen, and read the signs around us. I suggest you spend a night near the heart."
He paused but decided not to dwell on the words of the prophesy for now.
"You walk without a pack, is there a reason?" he asked.
|
|
|
|
Post by Hands of Mercy on Jul 28, 2009 15:48:46 GMT 1
"Very well, I shall."
Everyone seems to be worrying about packs at the moment. Then again, in a war zone, it does make sense. "No reason other than not having joined one yet."
|
|
|
|
Post by Danny on Jul 28, 2009 15:51:01 GMT 1
Danny nodded appreciatively.
"Have you always run alone?" he asked.
|
|
|
|
Post by Hands of Mercy on Jul 28, 2009 15:57:54 GMT 1
Hands of Mercy draws a breath before replying, considering his words. "There was another with me on my Rite of passage. She... did not survive. And I was not able to find a pack at the Blood Fist after that."
|
|
|
|
Post by Danny on Jul 28, 2009 16:05:16 GMT 1
"I am sorry to hear that," Danny said sincerely. The stigma of being metis wouldn't have helped either. Here it didn't seem to be a problem. Both Kamut and Maria had been accepted by packs. Maybe it was the dire times. People couldn't stand to be petty over breeding.
"I hope you will find your place here," he said. "Cloud-Dancer seems to think highly of your abilities.
How have you found the Sept so far?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Hands of Mercy on Jul 28, 2009 16:09:16 GMT 1
"Different." He smiles. "Much more open than the Blood Fist, and yet more tight. I guess that's because the Blood Fist is a Spet of warriors, but not a Sept at war."
|
|
|
|
Post by Danny on Jul 28, 2009 16:23:50 GMT 1
"I would say the diversity makes it more open," Danny said. "So many tribes have representatives in the city now. I appreciate all the duties you have helped with in the past three days. I look forward to hearing your tales as well, at the next moot."
He glanced at Hands of Mercy and smiled.
"It will no doubt be very different to the moots of the Fenrir," he said. "You will meet the rest of the Sept as well. There are many of your tribe here."
|
|
