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1. [WEB] - A nice night for a walk
From: "GreyWolfe" <greywolfe@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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2. [WEB]Whiskers of Mischief
From: "Edward L Murray" <elm.murray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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3. [DL-C] - Dark Aspirations
From: "carys murray" <carysmurray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Fri, 13 Aug 2004 00:49:17 +1000
From: "GreyWolfe" <greywolfe@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [WEB] - A nice night for a walk
NYC, Night 1
"I do hope we can come to an understanding councilor. I wouldn't want
to
inform your party secretary that my organization is withdrawing its
support
entirely, would I? Good day."
Kayn put down the phone with a click and massaged his forehead
tiredly. One
day back in the city and he was seriously contemplating leaving again.
Dealing with humans sometimes made him nauseous. All they cared about
was
money and power. Power he could understand, but money? Of course, they
were
mainly one and the same.
He had to do this every few years, when some of the humans thought it
would
be 'beneficial' to reclaim a particular area from the natural
environment
and poison it with agriculture or development, all in the name of
'prosperity'. And each time he'd use his money and his power against
theirs
and force them to back down. This was the only thing that humans
respected;
someone with more money and power than themselves. This was why Gaia
had put
him amongst the humans. Of course, the fortune he'd amassed over the
years
helped. Useless to him, but priceless in ensuring that his lupine
brothers
and sisters had places left on this earth that were theirs.
Yawning, he sat back in his chair and stretched his arms above his
head.
What he would have loved to do is shed his human skin and go for a
run, but
doing that in the city would only bring him more trouble than it was
worth.
So, as the logical being that he was, he decided to do the human
version of
the same thing and go for a walk. Grinning to himself, he grabbed his
coat
and shrugged into it, tossing his hair back in a silvery wave.
Stalking the
streets often turned out to be such an interesting experience. The
scum of
the streets and the homeless were a more truthful representation of
the
human race than the rest of them.
A little later.
Always a creature of the night, Kayn stalked the streets of New York
like
the predator he was; silent, invisible and always on watch. People
stepped
around him without thinking, his silver framed gaze flicking back and
forth,
taking in everything as he went. Things came and went, technology
improved,
but nothing about humanity was new to him any more. Updated maybe, but
never
new.
He'd managed to approach the area of Central Park when his senses
began to
twitch. He'd sensed a few members of what was probably the local pack
earlier and had studiously avoided them, but this was something
different.
There was power here, and mystery. Enough to pique his curiosity. He
chuckled to himself. David had been right; he really was like a puppy
sometimes, with his penchant for investigating anything out of the
ordinary.
But it usually afforded him some interesting entertainment at least.
Pausing outside the club, Kayn knew this was what had tickled his
metaphysical nose. It didn't quite -stink- of power, but it certainly
gave
off the aroma of it.
"'Wyrmwood' huh," he murmured under his breath. "Cute."
He strolled up to the entrance, noting the doorman who was politely
but
firmly telling a badly dressed youth with a piercing fetish that he
wasn't
welcome, the young man not taking no for an answer. With a sly grin,
Kayn
slipped up behind him and tapped him slightly on the shoulder. The
youth
whipped around, ready to give the offender a mouthful. That was until
he
noticed that the 'offender' towered over him by a good half a foot and
he
was being regarded with a look usually reserved for an upcoming snack.
"I believe he said you weren't welcome," Kayn observed in a
reproachful tone
of voice. "Why don't you take his advice?" The young man opened his
mouth,
then seemed to think better of whatever he was about to say and backed
off
slowly, before turning and making his way quickly down the street.
"That was fun," Kayn remarked to the doorman with a grin, who returned
the
grin and nodded him inside. Kayn bobbed his head in thanks and make
his way
inside.
As he let his eyes adjust to the light, Kayn took a deep breath
through his
nose, silently sniffing the air. Oh yes, there was magic here. Many
different kinds. How. interesting.
An appropriately wolfy grin on his face, he flicked his hair back with
a
toss of his head and made for the bar.
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Submitted by
Kayn, aka Michael Turek
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Noir,
The word comes from ancient past,
a name of destiny.
Two maidens who reign over death.
The warm black hands...
protect the peace of newly borns.
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Message: 2
Date: Thu, 12 Aug 2004 22:36:41 -0700
From: "Edward L Murray" <elm.murray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [WEB]Whiskers of Mischief
[Day 1]
[Wyrmwood]
Dwyn watched the proceedings from his advantage point enjoying the
interactions of those below. It was much better then watching a fish
bowl. On seeing the witches he couldn't help but think of green skin,
long nose, lots of warts and tall pointed black hats. Fiona nearly
chocked on her drink as the image was mirrored in her own mind. Her
eyes
wondered up toward him and he froze in place like a statue. Either do
to
her disbelief or the fact he was well hidden it didn't seem to
register
that the cinnamon looking cat was her very own.
Witches memories of what they did to him still made him want to spit
hairballs. For now he would amuse himself with small things. He had no
desire to amass another curse one was already too much. But moving a
coaster or causing a passerby to bump into them once in awhile would
go
unnoticed in a bar atmosphere.
The talk around the table seemed stale, and he could already feel that
Fionula wanted to be far away from the bar. The flamboyant woman
seemed
intent on getting her friend to loosen up but like a Siamese cat she
didn't seem to budge much. So Dwyn continued to amuse himself with
other
in the bar. There was one pair he found rather odd, the one he sensed
a
power and age that belied her own years but her companion seemed
misplaced next to her. The man seemed to easily catch the eyes of the
other females like a tom cat ready to pounce on any female in heat and
the females seemed more then welling.
This offered Dwyn something to occupy his tomfoolery ways. Using just
a
little power he would manipulate the hair, causing a stray strand of
hair from the boy toys bangs to blow across his eyes.
After awhile he felt as though someone was watching him. Dwyn looked
around but he didn't see anyone. He turned to other mischief but just
then a foul dog like odor hit his nostrils and the hair on his back
rose
as though his sixth sense was trying to warn him. Slipping further
into
shadow Dwyn watched the approach of this new person. There was more to
this man then what was apparent and Dwyn quickly worked out several
paths of escape. But he had been so intent on the stranger that his
stomach lurched when Dwyn saw Fionula and Kysen look toward the man
dog.
The last thing this cat wanted was to invite one from the Lupine side
into his comfortable home.
For a moment Dwyn thought of using his powers again to put anything
and
everything into the path of this one, but he got the feeling of being
watched again. Not wishing to give himself away he held back and
instead
occupied him self by checking his claws.
Submitted by
Edward Murray
AKA
Dwyn
(The Cat)
Edward L Murray
elm.murray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
instant Messenger Solthan2003
ICQ 77517647
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Message: 3
Date: Thu, 12 Aug 2004 23:45:43 -0700
From: "carys murray" <carysmurray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-C] - Dark Aspirations
Day 6
Pre-Dawn
Green of the Warren
The dark eyes watched the home of the Sky Spirits. He was amazed how
many
there were. For 2 days he had watched the golden one. He knew her
immediately, for she was the image of her mother. If he had not known
her
mother had been scattered to the winds, as was the proper way, he
would have
thought it was she.
He found himself mesmerized by her, and now with a man's eyes and
wisdom saw
why her mother has been such a prize. The natural gracefulness the
exotic
beauty, the inner strength and fire.
And here she was, once again, welcoming the sun in the old ways. When
he
had first laid eyes on her, the sight of the small dragon beside her
startled him.
He was fascinated by her, and even found he enjoyed watching as she
trained
the dragon in the old ways, and teaching the little flying beast to
flush
out their prey so they could share a meal together.
He would have to find who ever it was who raised and trained her, and
thank
them. For in doing so, they had made her value double. She would
bring
quite a price, and be an asset to the tribe.
Is`na knelt quietly in the pre-dawn shadows and listened to her
offerings
for guidance and to be the instrument of the Gods in her dealings. Her
voice
held the firm conviction of her words, and he found he envied someone
who
had such a belief, a simple knowledge of the mysteries. He longed to
go to
her, sit at her feet and beg for enlightenment. Plead with her to
help the
light shine within again.
He watched as she carefully made her way to a place she had not gone
to
since he begun to watch her. This was lower than where she sat, and a
larger space, as if for one to practice perhaps. He had found such
similar
places to practice his swords.
He followed her, and watched carefully as she removed a bundle and
placed it
with all the reverence one would when leaving a gift to one of the
Gods.
She spent some time arranging it, and he realized it was being left as
an
offering. He could tell from where he was that it looked like the
leathers
she had been working on.
He waited until she left the place with a smile on her face. Is`na
curious
and knowing he would be able to find her again went in to exam the
bundle
she had left behind. He went to the bundle and examined it. The
leathers
were soft and supple and showed her talent and knowledge of skins.
Her
beadwork was the best he had seen since a small boy. Whoever had
indeed
trained her had done their job.
He did not disturb the bundle, for he needed to learn to who these
belonged.
Did she have an admirer? Was this in payment for a service? He
found he
had to know. Who in her life had earned such a rich gift and reward?
He thought he recognized the pattern on the design on the fringes. It
was
from a small band, and one of those who followed the old ways. As the
Sky
Spirits continued to grow and spread out over their land, they brought
with
them their tainting ways, and more bands and tribes were changing and
forgetting the old ways.
He fingered the leather and wondered what it would be like to wear
such a
powerful garment. To have the best hand make your garments, and
imbued with
the power of your totems, and be able to wear your prestige so all
that saw
you knew who you were, and the power you wielded
Is`na heard the quiet footsteps of someone, and ducked behind the
escarpment
to watch. He watched as a young warrior approached and set up his
camp and
began to practice the dance of swords.
He was impressed with his skill and talent. He studied his moves and
how
his body withstood the ritual that he performed. He wondered if this
was
the one the golden one had left her gift for. He noticed the swords
and
knew that this one was a chieftain. What was a young chieftain doing
here
in the mountain home of the Sky Spirits?
Is`na watched as this young warrior battled invisible foes and
perfected the
art of the swords. When the ritual was complete, the young warrior
began
the meditation part and reflection that Is`na found to be a waste of
time,
unless it was to meditate on the wrongs done, and working out the best
path
of revenge.
Debts were meant to be paid. He looked to his forearm and saw the 2
debt
marks that had still not been paid. He smiled in a sinister sneer
when he
knew he would be able to cancel one of those marks. He had come here
to
watch and snatch her when no one looked. Having spent the time
studying
her, he knew he would have to try another path.
He had not counted on her having a dragon. She was a Sky Spirit, and
this
power also raised her worth. He had come to this place with nothing
but a
simple plan, and he was now a wealthy chieftain. She would be worth
the
effort to perhaps woo her, to touch her heart and help her see the
duty she
owed him.
Yes, things were looking up, except for.the young chieftain who stood
before
him examining the bundle before him. The perplexed look on his face
told
Is`na that perhaps his luck still held, and he was not a suitor.
Although,
he mused, perhaps it was the beginning steps of the courting dance and
ritual.
If this was so, then he Is`na would have to step in and take her
attention
from this young warrior and get her to follow his steps. He admired
this
young warrior and his ways, but perhaps he would have to challenge him
to
clear the way. It would not be the first time, or the last, it was
the way
of the Chieftain.
[SNIP]
Bohoc wasn't sure why she thought borrowing was better, but he told
her he
would, and took off to find Andahar. He had finished practicing and
was
puzzling over a bundle of what appeared to be clothes. His swords
were
placed up against a stone. Bohoc slipped up and gingerly took the
larger on
in his teeth, and then flew off.
Andahar turned to see his dragon flying away again and sent to him <*I
am
almost done here.just need to cool off.*>
[END SNIP]
Seeing the large Green Dragon drop next to the warrior, and take one
of his
swords shocked Is`na. He shrunk back into the safety of the shadows
and
waited until the beast had left.
Here was another piece of the puzzle. Interesting, he thought, a
chieftain
who also is a Sky Spirit . . .Is`na knew that he would have to ponder
these
things for a time, and perhaps make a spirit fire to ask for guidance.
What
seemed like a simple plan, to exact revenge and gain power now had
taken on
gigantic proportions. He needed to speak to the one who traveled in
darkness and wove her web with dark magic to see where the best place
was
for him to place himself on the path to intercept the golden one.
Slipping away unseen he made his way to his place of rest during the
day.
He would wait for the cover of darkness to seek out Dain Shosha. She
would
grant him the answers he sought.
[TAG - ARLE- What does Andahar make of his gift?]
[SUMMARY]
Is`na watches Tatewin go about her duties and rituals. He ponders
things
and when she leaves a strange offering he waits until she leaves and
checks
it out. He marvels at the skill of her workmanship and slips away
hidden
before Andahar comes to participate in his ritual of greeting of the
sun.
After Practice Andahar discovers a bundle, and Is`na sees his dragon
and
slips away unnoticed and makes plans to ask for guidance so that he
may
succeed in his quest.
Respectfully Submitted by
Carys Murray
Aka
Tatewin and hatchling Tatezi
And Is`na
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