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| Topic Started: Tuesday, 26. May 2015, 22:38 (1,538 Views) | |
| Fallenkezef | Tuesday, 26. May 2015, 22:38 Post #1 |
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London was so fake, manufactured, a shrine to modern man. William did not belong here, did not fit into this new world, not anymore. In the week he had established himself in the Enfield area only one place seemed to call to him, make him remotely feel welcome and at home. His thrall, John, had made the suggestion, a wooded park in Haringey. William hoped as he spent time in London he'd find other places to feel calm and at peace, but this would do for now. Queen's wood was still fake, a manufactured ideal of a past long forgotten. William had seen true forests, they felt different, this wood felt like a tourist trap in a city, precisely what it was. He wandered through the wood, avoiding the marked, well worn trails for the city folk. William walked through the undergrowth with practiced ease, a creature who had spent many years in the wilds. The deeper he went the more at home and at peace he felt, sniffing the air and listening to the calls of the nocturnal animals. They fell silent when they sensed him near, they always sensed the predator within him, paid homage to it through their silence and fear. For some reason the silence bothered him tonight, it longed to be filled, to be excised. William smiled and remembered a song his sire often used to fill uncomfortable silences during their travels together. The old language, the tongue of the Norse came easily to William's lips as he sang. “Wounds have I sixteen, is slit my byrnie, dim grows my sight, I see no longer: to my heart did hew, venom-hardened, Angantýr’s sword slashing sharply. “Shall fair ladies never learn that I, from blows me shielding, backward turned me; nor shall ever Ingibiorg taunt me, in Sigtúna sitting, that from sword-blows I fled. “Unwilling nowise, from women’s converse, from their sweet songs I with Soti fared, hastened to join the host to eastward, went the last time forth from friends so dear. “Led me the white-browed liege’s daughter to the outmost end of Agnafit. Is borne out thus that back I would not wend from this war: so the wise maid said. “From Ingibiorg— came ill-hap swiftly— I fared forth, then, on fated day: a lasting sorrow to the lady, this, since not e’er after each other we’ll see. “To have and to hold I had five manors; on that land to live misliked me, though. Now, robbed of life, I lie here, spent, by the sword wounded, on Sáms-isle’s shore. “Take with thee, Soti— my wish it is— my helm and hauberk to the hall of the king. Will it wring the heart of the ruler’s daughter when shattered she sees what shielded my breast. “The red-gold ring from my right arm draw, to Ingibiorg bring it, in her bower sitting. Will yearn for me the young maiden, since not e’er after each other we’ll see. “I see sitting in Sigtúna hall the women who warned me of wending thence. Will not ever after ale nor warriors Hiálmar gladden here in this life. “Quaff with the king the crowd of housecarls their ale gladly in Uppsala; doth the mead many men overcome, but me overmaster here many wounds. “Flies from the South the famished raven, flieth with him the fallow eagle; on the flesh of the fallen I shall feed them no more: on my body both will batten now.” The song done, William fell silent, lost in his memories. |
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| Leslie | Thursday, 28. May 2015, 15:54 Post #2 |
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Trees and silence... shush now... that was all she needed. The past nights had been hectic and crazy and she was in for a night of relaxing and literally hanging around. Something she liked to do and no one bothered her at night either way. She had nothing with her this night and was dressed in too cold clothes for the current weather but she didn't really care as no one had seen her enter the place as a human. In her cat form she had been striding around and it wasn't till she had been deeply into the trees and was sure that no humans were around that she had shifted to her human form. And so the girl was already in between the trees when the singing started. Her head tilted to the side like a curious animal and she followed the sound of musical notes that had been arranged so delicately and lovely upon the wings of the wind. Her ears perked up at the lyrical sounds that echoed from tree to tree and caressed the leaves around her. Silent steps came from her bare feet while she tried to find the source of the wonderful song. Even though she didn't understand it she liked the voice. Soon a man came in sight. Taller than her and looking deliciously rough. Her nose wriggled up in the air to catch his smell. Definitely Kindred. No salty scent of sweat was present. What did this stranger do here? He was unknown to her. A stranger on her grounds wasn't a good sign so she probably should get to know him. Deliberately she made some more noise while she circled him and remained low to the ground. Once she found herself in front of him she climbed a tree and sat on a branch from which she dropped down but left her legs hooked on the branch so she appeared in his line of sight hanging upside down. Her dark loose hair fell down like a velvet curtain. Big doe like eyes stared at him without blink. She was wearing a pair of black short which had a hole in the back to let her bunny tail free but from this angle he couldn't see that. Luckily her dark grey shirt was tucked in her shorts so it remained up and didn't reveal anything more. Her arms crossed in front of her chest. "Hello." Was all she said. Her clothes were stained with smudges of dirt, grass and leaves. A few broken twigs were nestled in her otherwise flawless hair. |
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| Fallenkezef | Thursday, 28. May 2015, 18:25 Post #3 |
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The sound of someone snapped William out of his thoughts, he sniffed the air in that curiously canine manner and bared his teeth. He was being circled, stalked, but William knew he was a stranger here and could be trespassing. If this was Cammie ground he had the traditions to contend with, Anarch or Sabbat real estate could mean violence if he did not act with care. He dearly, truly hoped that this was not Lupine territory. One werewolf was a match for Kindred and you never encountered just one. Alone and friendless, William knew he had no chance against Lupine aggression. When the girl appeared, William stood his ground but kept his hands in plain sight, making no act that could be misinterpreted. Her scent was somewhat reassuring, behind the soil and natural aroma was the telltale absence of smell that marked his kind. He took her in, getting the measure of this stranger. Her casual manner betrayed that she claimed this land for her own, or at the very least was a regular here. The crossed arms indicated the she was wary, an unconscious barrier against the unknown. The single word, a challenge as much as a greeting. She appeared as a youth, a teenager but that was no indication of her true age. She could be centuries old for all William knew. His kind where very unpredictable in that regard, until he established more facts she had to be treated as an equal and very dangerous. William was the visitor here, there was a time for challenge and a time to act responsibly and with honour. He stepped back a pace to indicate no hostile intent and kept his gaze averted from the girl's eyes as not to risk her seeing him as a challenger to this ground. "Good evening, pleasant night for a quiet and peaceful walk." He knew that a few yards to his left was a clear run for one of the open paths, a quick escape route should this turn nasty. As always he kept his options open and whatever happened a fight during his first few nights in London would not endear him to the local Kindred. Edited by Fallenkezef, Friday, 29. May 2015, 08:58.
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| Leslie | Friday, 29. May 2015, 12:44 Post #4 |
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The young one remained hanging from the branch. She liked hanging upside down and seeing the world the other way around. It was probably that everlasting playful young teenager that was still lurking inside of her that made her like this so much. His demeanour changed. His stance as well. He tried to hide any hostility that may or may not be present. His eyes didn't reach hers and his hands were visible. All good signs that he was a kind soul... for now. "Mhm, it is. Do you know what I like about this?" she paused but as she didn't expect an answer she quickly gave him one. "I like being upside down in the trees. This way it feels like I'm closer to heaven and the stars and forget the city for a while." she said with a smile. It was probably an answer that didn't had much sense but it was in fact the truth. The world was a better place upside down. Her nose wriggled again when she tried to get his scent. It was easier when he moved around for some reason. Earthly. Dirty. Soil. Oh yes, he was one of her family. "What's your name, my stranger? And do you know where you are?" she regarded him peacefully. "Please... come closer. There is no need for that nervous behaviour. You'll disturb the calmness of Mother Nature and its nightly critters. Wander in gentle ways when you are around here." There was an emphasis on "wander" as it was one of the many nickname given to Gangrel. Wanderers. |
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| Fallenkezef | Friday, 29. May 2015, 13:31 Post #5 |
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More words betrayed her accent, Belgian? Now that was an accent he'd not heard for a long time, not since Dunkirk in fact. The irony of a Belgian lass being at home here while he was a stranger to his own land did not escape William. She seemed friendly and calm, not angry or threatening so that was a good sign. He did as was asked and moved closer before squatting down, considering her words. "Do you know another term for wanderer is ganger? If I'm not mistaken we are both Afterganger." It was a long shot, few understood the old Nordic word for their kind. William smiled, a toothy, lupine expression and began to relax. With no immediate threat of conflict he could allow himself to embrace some of the calm he had come to this wood in search of. "My name is William and I know where I am miss, I have been away for a very long time and much has changed, but I have returned home. Do you claim this ground as your domain?" In for a penny, in for a pound. He was certain she was kindred but clan and sect where not so easily discerned. He was the intruder so the responsibility was Williams. He removed the military shades to reveal his golden, wolf-like eyes. Any who knew of his kind would recognise the significance of such an outward manifestation of the beast within. |
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| Leslie | Friday, 29. May 2015, 22:23 Post #6 |
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When he came close she smiled and watched him carefully. They both had advantages and disadvantages in this position. He could reach out to her head and snap her head. She could swing claws at him and grab his head as well. They were dancing around a fire that was burning from their stranger status. The unknown was fueling both their natures and once he had removed his glasses she let herself drop down as well. She made a flip in the air and landed in crouched position right in front of him. He might have caught a glimpse of her bunny tail. Her head tilted to the side and she leaned closer to him. Her nose an inch away from his while she smiled slowly. "You need lenses for those. Better than those glasses. Major fashion no-no." she said as serious as announcing the news. "Like Einzelgänger? We have many aliases depending from where we have seen the last night to walk the eternal night." she sat back and dropped on her behind to sit in Lotus position and waited before introducing herself. "I am Leslie and I am merely a protector to the land we care for so much. I listen to the trees, the animals and the wind in between the leaves to find strangers who sneak around here." Carefully as not to scare him she reached out to him and booped her finger against his nose. "You said you know where you are but still you weren't specific. Where exactly in London are you right now? How familiar were you with the lay of the land when it was your home?" Her tone became a bit heavier letting him know there was more hiding behind that sweet face she was showing him. And yet her composure was filled with poise and kindness. |
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| Fallenkezef | Friday, 29. May 2015, 22:57 Post #7 |
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The flash of her tail was all William needed to confirm that she was Gangrel, but he frowned inwardly when she mentioned the German word for lone wolf. She did not know the old ways, the old tongue but that was why William had come to London, to teach and perhaps learn in the process. She acted in a familiar fashion that William found strange, almost uncomfortable. When this Leslie touched his nose, William had to fight the urge to snarl, to challenge the unsolicited touch. He had walked alone for far too long, perhaps he was more the lone wolf than he was willing to admit. Leslie's questions made William stiffen somewhat, there was an edge to those words. William began to wonder, was he in Cammie territory, could he be talking to a scourge, or even a sheriff? In either event, honesty was his best course at this point. "Last time I was here I drew breath and the sky rained fire. As far as I am aware I am in Queen's Wood. In all honesty I am as much a stranger here as any foreigner." He eyed her warily, slowly he moved his arms forward, to quickly block if need be, prepared himself for a fight if his next question provoked the wrong response. He hoped, dearly hoped that his first encounter with a fellow Gangrel would not end in bloodshed, but William had to know and know right away where he stood. "So who claims this ground, Camirilla, Sabbat or Anarch?" William took the risk of looking the girl straight in the eye, defiant. Edited by Fallenkezef, Friday, 29. May 2015, 22:58.
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| Leslie | Saturday, 30. May 2015, 00:09 Post #8 |
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Her playful demeanour softened and she sat back against the tree to watch him and his reactions. People either liked the way she behaved or disliked it completely. There were those who adored her right away and there were those who wanted to teach her a lesson. And with the latter she thought of Leo who had slammed her against a brick wall by snatching her by the throat. They were still individuals even though they belonged to the same family they were all different. That was something she admired about the Gangrel because they could have blood amongst the highest and lowest of ranks. The tip of her index finger started to draw something in the dirt. It were mostly circles and had no meaning but meanwhile she considered his words. Her eyes were down but her ears were tingling and waiting for any sound that would mean harm. What did that fire at the sky mean? She was bad with history and so she didn't comment on that. "How many winters exactly?" she asked before looking up at him and finding his stare. "Finally. Hello there." It was clear she liked it that he looked at her this time. "Relax... You are on Anarch grounds and you are an unannounced visitor." She cursed herself for not having her phone with her now. She was unable to check the Network now. The wind played around them making some leaves dance a delicate tango of nature before falling back down and waiting for the next breeze to give them life again. "What soil do you prefer to sleep in?" she asked while she picked a few leaves up and blow them up in the air so she could watch them fall again. This time of year nature was coming back to life and she smiled childishly when she looked back a him. Nothing about her said that she was anything but innocent but keeping up that masquerade probably hinted at something dangerous that she was hiding. But weren't they all hiding a little monster? Who knew? Maybe she really was this ignorant and a very young puppy searching for another one like her. It was all up to him to find out. |
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| Fallenkezef | Saturday, 30. May 2015, 00:26 Post #9 |
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William visibly relaxed at the news that he was on Anarch turf. He allowed himself to sit properly and stretch. Her words reminded him of Eirick, the old Gangrel had measured time by counting the winters. "Just over seventy years now, I was on leave back in the summer of 1942." London was so different back then, a city at war, scarred but defiant. "I hoped this was Anarch territory, I was told you had a presence here by a friend. He told me to seek out a payphone? I have the address, was meaning to find the place tomorrow night. I've been here about a week, just laying low, I have a thrall who provides a home for the moment." She was a fascinating creature, shame she was embraced so young, never having the opportunity to grow. Not that life was all that fun, some experiences where better left unknown in William's opinion. "I came here to find others of our kind and teach them where they came from, who we where and can be again, I'm a skald of sorts. Meeting a fellow Gangrel is a good omen, I wonder Leslie, do you know what Einherjar means?" Now was as good a time as any to start and he had the feeling that this Leslie was a modern creature, unknowing of the true history of the clan. Edited by Fallenkezef, Saturday, 30. May 2015, 00:34.
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| Leslie | Saturday, 30. May 2015, 17:12 Post #10 |
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Oh... he was old compared to her. A humble respect beckoned her to be less suspicious. He was from her blood as well. Many leaves grew on one tree. They were all connected somehow by a branch, a twig and rooted together by their past. Then he said something that made her lean forward to him and shake her head. "Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Not good... not good at all. A night, maybe two but more than a week living under their noses without a proper introduction wasn't very nice of him. "Long time for E.T. to be home without phoning." she giggled shortly before giving him a sharp look. "Tomorrow night by the latest. It is for your own good." Her hand raised up in the air to stop him from any talking or questions. The subject was closed for her. For now. Without phone she had no way of contacting anyone. She made a mental note never ever to leave the Haven without it. Teaching and learning? That was his goal and why he had come to London? That was as good of a reason as any other she guessed. There was always a need of guidance and it couldn't hurt to have some intellectual power around instead of brawl. "I have to disappoint you. I do not know that term." But she was sure he would explain it to her. Meanwhile she sat back again in a more relaxed manner while a hand fiddled with a twig that was stuck in her hair. It snapped and she was only able to get one half out of it. With a shrug she dropped the piece and watched him again. The wind caressed their faces again and she closed her eyes briefly before aiming her chocolate brown orbs up again and regarding every movement he made. |
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| Fallenkezef | Saturday, 30. May 2015, 18:18 Post #11 |
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William nodded respectfully "Tomorrow, my word on it." He gathered his thoughts before continuing. "The clans would have you believe we are animals, at best we are useful to them, at worst we are barbaric nuisances, have you ever wondered why?" He settled down and sighed sadly, if there was one common thread in their culture it was this simple assumption. Even the Nosferatu recieved more respect than his own clan, they where always mistrusted and treated like inferiors. "They fear us, before the Ventrue helped mankind build these cities, these concrete prisons, we ruled this part of the world. From Belfast to the steppes of Russia, our kind explored and ruled. You see we are different, because we do not share the same origins as the others and they fear that we will one day remember this fact." William fell silent and looked into her eyes, trying to establish what effect his words would have on his new found clanmate. Edited by Fallenkezef, Sunday, 31. May 2015, 14:45.
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| Leslie | Friday, 5. June 2015, 21:39 Post #12 |
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The young one smiled softly and shook her head. "Because that is what we are even when we aren't. I like their stereotypes as that gives me more room to be me and to surprise them when they least expect it." In contrary to most she was a social creature and curious to get to know many others. Nature was what she loved the most but the city was her playground as well. One huge litter box! But she noticed that dull sparkle in his eyes. That pain he tried to convert to her was swirling around him and wrapping around her. She could feel it sting and cling to her and the weight was heavy. So heavy it pushed her down. Her shoulders fell down and her head tilted sideways to look at him with eyes that had flickering lights but had lost intensity. "I understand. None of us share the same origins. Not even within our own blood. In the core of our blood we have the same call. A whisper of the wind that pushes us forward. It makes us thrive. We are all different. A tree has many leaves. A flower many petals. The same from a distance but special and unique up close. We are warriors according to our legend. That I do know. I think at times the city has its roots in me because I am young but when push comes to shove I know my real roots." Her young words were caring and caressing his ears just like her finger which was tracing a nerve on a leaf she was holding. She was still smiling and had meanwhile taken her gaze away from him to pick the other part of the twig out of her hair. |
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| Fallenkezef | Friday, 5. June 2015, 21:56 Post #13 |
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Leslie's words struck a chord within William and he smiled, a genuinely warm expression. This stranger had the soul of a poet, he wondered if all the Gangrel in London where gentle souls. First that young Autumn and now Leslie. However where Autum was young and innocent, Leslie spoke with a certain sense of experience and self-knowledge. He noted his words seemed to have a negative effect and he shook his head. leaning forward he gently patted her hand, an almost paternal gesture. "I have noted that our clan resembles Yggdrasil, but you are wrong about one thing. I am not a warrior, not any more. I am a Skald, my role is to teach our past so that we can create a future for ourselves. I will never demand that another follows my path, we must choose the course that takes us from one night to another." He looked around, at the trees and the undergrowth. It was wrong of him to compare it to the Black Forest of Germany or the fir covered, frozen north. London was London and true to itself. His clan always found a home, that was their gift. They did not change the world around them, they merely found their own place within it. "I will be happy if I can help our kind find their future while understanding their past. But like any true teacher, I am always willing to be a student. Like any true Skald, I listen as much as I speak." Edited by Fallenkezef, Friday, 5. June 2015, 22:00.
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| Leslie | Friday, 12. June 2015, 22:58 Post #14 |
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When he patted her head she closed her eyes and smiled in kind. She was being the youngest here. She could feel it in everything that was around her and in how he reacted to her but she also knew she wasn't always like this. When necessary she was the teacher instead of the student. A bit like how he had explained earlier but in fact she loved listening and learning far more than giving lessons after all she still had an age that allowed errors because she knew far too little to be above anyone in intellect. With humble eyes she regarded him. "We can use people with such understanding of the past. Where humans fail to learn from their history we can only benefit from it by repeating it towards all the ears that want to listen. We have decades to learn and to adapt." Leslie sighed happily. "What was that song you sang earlier? It sounded lovely even though the words were alien." while she looked young and fairly eager to know about him and his tales she as well held a maturity in her eyes that were deeply planted into her being. Sorrow and sadness were combined with a surprisingly gleeful spark of happiness. It was clear she stood steady in life and knew what she wanted. Something which had been cultivating by people she had met and events she had conquered recently. |
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| Fallenkezef | Sunday, 14. June 2015, 15:17 Post #15 |
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William nodded at the wisdom of her words, ignorance killed more men than hate and love combined. he enjoyed the feeling of peace at this moment, in this place and began to think that he could be at home here in London. His encounters with Kindred had been positive and welcoming. He looked up and smiled as she enquired about the song. "It is the death song of Halmar. He was the oath-sworn warrior of a great Nordic King but alas he won the heart of a woman who was courted by a fierce berzerker known as Angantyr who held the invincible sword Tyrthing. Halmar and his friends bested Angantyr and his eleven brothers but took a death-wound in the battle." He smiled, the story was a favourite of Eirick's and held much meaning for both sire and childe. Despite the fact that Halmar lay dying, he did not mourn his passing or fear the end. "The song tells of Halmar, as he lay dying, accepting his fate and the end that awaits him." |
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| Leslie | Saturday, 20. June 2015, 22:03 Post #16 |
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A song about love and death. The typical torments of a warrior heart that hasn't been able to conquer that one thing he needed the most: a peaceful life with the love of his life. It was like a fairy tale most likely. She smiled and sighed while her head raised up and her gaze flew through the leaves to watch the sky beyond the rooftop created by the trees. Sometimes she wondered why emotions were so different to experience than when they were human. Leslie tried to hold on to it but it git harder and harder with each night she progressed into unlife and in a few years her vampire years would equal her human years and she feared that once the scales tipped over to one side it would make her more a monster than what she wanted to be. "We are all dead whether we breath or not, have a beating heart or not. We are all dead already some just don't know it yet or refuse to believe it. Each step we take is a step closer to the end. For some it comes sooner than for others but in the end we are already dead from the moment we were born or reborn." Then she looked back down as if the few stars that had been peeking through the roof of leaves had been giving her the advice she needed to say these things to him. Leslie had in her little years been hanging in between life, dead and the cravings of her Beast a few times too much which had made her different than most. The young looking girl with an old mind and dented heart was still bubbly and all smiles. She knew when to be what part of herself and carefully she was making a map of every nook and cranny of her mind and soul. |
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| Fallenkezef | Monday, 22. June 2015, 17:27 Post #17 |
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William leaned back, absently scratching behind his left ear. It was a strangely, amusingly so, canine gesture that betrayed his curse in ways that could not be as easily covered as his eyes. He considered her words, their context considering their unique natures. "Life is a test, the Norn's weave the skein of our fate and we are but slaves to it. How we deal with the test, how we adapt and prove ourselves against the struggles and trials is how we are forged." A wry smile betrayed his thoughts as he considered how often the hammer had fallen upon him doing the forge of his experience. The blacksmith of fate had not pulled any blows on William's account. "My weapon was a Lee-Enfield, I know nothing of making a sword. yet I know what goes into making a rifle. Each part is unique, has a function, a role within the whole. You have the trigger, the bolt, the firing pin and even the smallest screw has a purpose. Fate builds us up piece by piece and when we are finaly complete, we die." He chuckled at the clumsy analogy, but he as much as he distanced himself from the past the soldier's life would always be his first frame of reference. "Those who have lived with honour fight at Ragnarok for the Gods, those who lived otherwise will still fight, one way or another when Hel opens her hall and the dead march with the Giants and their monstrous kin. You and me, we are rifles who have a chance to prove themselves early for good or ill, we are fully made and ready. But a weapon changes with use, develops it's own quirks and unique features. But the most important thing behind any rifle is the heart and soul behind it, the hand that pulls the trigger and the mind that makes the decision." William's tone becomes serious, his eyes intent and locking with leslie's. "The most important choice any marksman will make is not when to pull that trigger, but when not to. That is what separates us from the person we want to be and the monster we can become." |
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| Leslie | Saturday, 4. July 2015, 21:11 Post #18 |
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Norns, Ragnarok? He used many words she wasn't familiar with but she tried to keep up. Lazily she sat back like a careless teenager. The young lights in her eyes twinkled as she listened. Only a hint of her confusion was visible due to a small frown upon her forehead. Her head tilted to the side as she listened to the surroundings and wondered what was around this night. Meanwhile her eyes took notice of the gestures he made. Tell tale signs that would always give him away. What he said last made her lift her head and look at him without blinking. She seemed to stare at him... through him as if his words had triggered a memory which froze her in place. A monster? That was the last thing she wanted to be. Her Sabbat time was all about her training to encourage and accept that monster but everything she had seen and done had been with pride then. However now it were bad memories. It just showed that with the right leader even a girl like Leslie could be trained enough to kill without thinking. Her return to London after Paris had loosened those shackles. No one had been able to restore them because she had changed too much. If her old master had been still around he had found ways to mold her back in his lap dog but what was present a few years ago had been disappointing and traumatising. With a small shake of her head she forced herself off the train of thoughts and blinked a few times while looking away with a rather shy motion. It wasn't all that bad. She had learned a lot so in the end it all turned out near perfectly. "We are monsters in many eyes. Sometimes even in our own eyes. We are not holy. We are not good. We can only try to be as good as we can or walk the darkness that we have been granted with our Embrace." she smiled carefully, nearly demurely so. "The world is full of stories, isn't it?" It was probably an odd question but he seemed to be an old soul with old words and would probably know what she meant. All the stories of life and history gave so much information many looked passed while it was the best book to learn from in life to prevent the same mistakes from happening again. |
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| Fallenkezef | Saturday, 4. July 2015, 21:29 Post #19 |
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He smiled at that and nodded in agreement. "Aye, and each tale has something worth listening to hidden within it, for those with the patience to listen." That was the reason for his existence after all, to tell stories and teach. Some would listen, like that Toreador girl and others will close their ears and laugh. Either way it did not matter, it was William's job to speak, others would choose if they wanted to understand. "I am a stranger and have intruded without permission, you deserve proper payment for the insult. Ask me for a story, what would you like to hear?" He waited for her answer, an almost cheeky grin on his face. |
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| Leslie | Thursday, 16. July 2015, 08:36 Post #20 |
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"Patience..." she repeated softly as if the word was heard for the first time. It was such a wonderful word if people knew and respected the meaning of it. It was so easy to be impatient. So easy to fall into that moment of rush and eager sensation to get something done without thinking of anyone else but yourself. Oh it was most likely something Leslie herself had been guilty of a few times in the past and maybe as well in the future yet to come after all it was still in the nature of human beings to disobey patience and the very core their first birth as human was always present. At least with Leslie it was. She hadn't murdered or sedated that human part of herself... yet. One never knew what the years would bring. The young one blinked. So many intruded and so many came around and left without ever saying an apology or even thinking about how anyone would feel about the trespassing. She had been like that once but she had been barely out of her fledgeling feathers and knew nothing. Not exactly an excuse probably but if you knew nothing you could keep to little rules. Her rule back then was about surviving another night and that was all that mattered. With a small smile, a near shy one she bowed her head in kind. "Whatever you see fit for this occasion." Her eyes eagerly regarding him wondering what he'll tell her. |
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