Post by Ravenna on Jan 7, 2010 1:37:45 GMT -8
Black feathers and glittering eyes were lost completely against the night sky even with all of Seattle's lights. The rain helped hide the little bit of extra water coming from the raven's face as she swooped and played in the pure water falling from the skies.
Ravenna tried hard to loose herself in her ways- their Laws.
Fly and Laugh. It was a weird combination at the time since she was doing both with having a small breakdown in her head as she went over the fight again... and again... and again... A perfect memory was a hard thing to deal with even as helpful as it was. If she had stayed in homid while trying to get the event out of her system they'd certainly not understand. Hysterics seldom were though.
Five in two weeks. Most caused through stupidity.
Were they not told better? Did they not listen to their Elders... She was beginning to understand why the garou were a dying breed. Oli had said that this was sometimes how things were in bad times with people who didn't know how it fight together... But... Some cultures brought trouble to themselves. She hadn't thought the Garou were one of them. But if you listened to the stories of history... Perhaps they were. Did they not know how to survive? Did they not learn caution from their ancestors as they did? In the back of her mind a little voice chittered and laughed at her, one of her own ancestors mocking her lightly.
Some cultures simply took the history of their people and made it into an excuse. She was interested to see if the Gypsies family made it here or not. Part of her felt they should move on while the going was good and their Alpha angered more people in the budding sept. It was probably how he had made it to Adrien to begin with. She couldn't logically think of another reason. Part of her thought it was mean of her to think that. Lulu seemed kind and comfortable with who she was. A very small part of her urged caution dealing with them, coming from where she did with the native tribes. The Chinook and others in the area surely wouldn't approve of such feelings toward another displaced people.
Sighing and perching on a tree outside the bar, she hunkered and waited. Thinking of cultures that made trouble... There was a certain dark figure she waited for and had gotten used to seeing out of the corner of her eye. The Shadow Lords were close at times to her people. Maybe not so much in this area but she could not discount that Vasili had made an impression on her. He was clever, but frustrating. Helpful yet distant. It drove her nuts but she beginning to be alright with that. She'd been mad at him at first, blamed him in part for the chaos that had turned into a blood battle in the middle of the streets. But she was starting to think that holding her tongue was a smart idea and something she'd have to practice more in the future. The Uktena ragabash had taught her this too recently. Her emotions were often... Reactive. And so she sought out her new dark associate for a beer as had started becoming a habit with them, determined not to burn the bridge that had just started. They both seemed to end up in similar situations with the situations they'd been presented. She did know for certain in her little birdy brain: Now that the sorcerer was dead, neither of them would be working with that pack again. Not unless they were order.
Ravenna tried hard to loose herself in her ways- their Laws.
Fly and Laugh. It was a weird combination at the time since she was doing both with having a small breakdown in her head as she went over the fight again... and again... and again... A perfect memory was a hard thing to deal with even as helpful as it was. If she had stayed in homid while trying to get the event out of her system they'd certainly not understand. Hysterics seldom were though.
Five in two weeks. Most caused through stupidity.
Were they not told better? Did they not listen to their Elders... She was beginning to understand why the garou were a dying breed. Oli had said that this was sometimes how things were in bad times with people who didn't know how it fight together... But... Some cultures brought trouble to themselves. She hadn't thought the Garou were one of them. But if you listened to the stories of history... Perhaps they were. Did they not know how to survive? Did they not learn caution from their ancestors as they did? In the back of her mind a little voice chittered and laughed at her, one of her own ancestors mocking her lightly.
Some cultures simply took the history of their people and made it into an excuse. She was interested to see if the Gypsies family made it here or not. Part of her felt they should move on while the going was good and their Alpha angered more people in the budding sept. It was probably how he had made it to Adrien to begin with. She couldn't logically think of another reason. Part of her thought it was mean of her to think that. Lulu seemed kind and comfortable with who she was. A very small part of her urged caution dealing with them, coming from where she did with the native tribes. The Chinook and others in the area surely wouldn't approve of such feelings toward another displaced people.
Sighing and perching on a tree outside the bar, she hunkered and waited. Thinking of cultures that made trouble... There was a certain dark figure she waited for and had gotten used to seeing out of the corner of her eye. The Shadow Lords were close at times to her people. Maybe not so much in this area but she could not discount that Vasili had made an impression on her. He was clever, but frustrating. Helpful yet distant. It drove her nuts but she beginning to be alright with that. She'd been mad at him at first, blamed him in part for the chaos that had turned into a blood battle in the middle of the streets. But she was starting to think that holding her tongue was a smart idea and something she'd have to practice more in the future. The Uktena ragabash had taught her this too recently. Her emotions were often... Reactive. And so she sought out her new dark associate for a beer as had started becoming a habit with them, determined not to burn the bridge that had just started. They both seemed to end up in similar situations with the situations they'd been presented. She did know for certain in her little birdy brain: Now that the sorcerer was dead, neither of them would be working with that pack again. Not unless they were order.