Post by Winston / Tegan on Feb 14, 2010 15:17:35 GMT -8
OOC: This is for me and Cookies character, but since it is in the warehouse, you can say to might have heard us talking.
Walking slowly to Alma, Gene pulls her aside. “If ya truly wish to know the tale of my life, then as my last act it shall be told. Know this thou, it is not a tale of happiness or of glory, but of grief and misfortune. So lets start from the beginning shall we.”
Gene's eye seem to focus off into the distant as he thinks back. “I was born and raised the middle child of a family of 6 in the country side surrounding Galway, Ireland. Such a large family was not uncommon occurrence in the Catholic town where we lived. In our family was my Da, Aiden Doherty, Follows the Moon, an Athro Ragabash; my Ma, a kinfolk; my oldest brother Cainen, or Finds The Balance as he is now called; the second oldest Lenard; me; and my little sister Harmony.
“In no way was my childhood normal in comparison to those of the other children in town. My Ma and Da never hide from us that we were Kin to the Garou. Those of his pack would come by and tell stories of battles fought after dinner, we were trained after school about the history of the Fianna and the Fae, and when we were old enough he brought us to the cairn to show us what the Garou were fighting for. There were also many time my Da would return after being gone for a time, and he would have a new scare to show to us with a tale to go with it.
“Now our parent, and my Da's packmates, always wished that all of us children would someday take the first change and become Garou. The smile on my Da's face when my brother changed, it was like the wyrm had never existed. Back then, I wanted nothing more then to make him just a happen one day when I took my first change. Years went by thou, and Lenard passed straight through puberty without even a sign that he might be Garou. A few more years passed, and I was just upon my 17th birthday. Just like my brother, it looked as if I would not be blessed by Gaia to be her warrior. That is until the worst happened.
“Just like an other day, my father's pack left to rid an area of wyrm taint. I heard that there were no problems destroying the banes and cleansing the area. They were on there way back when out of no where a Wyrm Howler pack ambushed them. Already tired from before, they fought to stave them off and retreat to safety. My father was near escape when he saw one of his packmate tackled by one of the Wyrm Howlers. Thinking nothing of himself, he doubled back to save his friend.
“Late into the night, when the pack finally arrived back at the sept, only two out of 5 where still alive. I saw the mangled body of my father laid down, with the pain of being ripped to shreds burned into his glassy eyes. Before I knew what happened, the world lost all color but that of the blood red that covered my father's and packmates bodies. Because I was near those of the sept when it happened, I was stop easily, but that night is one I will never forget. No matter how much I wish I could.”
Trying with all this might, Gene hold back as much of the tears that wish to rain from his eyes. “God, I need a drink,” Gene chuckled as his whips away a few that had manage to escape. “Give me a second, then I will continue.”
Walking slowly to Alma, Gene pulls her aside. “If ya truly wish to know the tale of my life, then as my last act it shall be told. Know this thou, it is not a tale of happiness or of glory, but of grief and misfortune. So lets start from the beginning shall we.”
Gene's eye seem to focus off into the distant as he thinks back. “I was born and raised the middle child of a family of 6 in the country side surrounding Galway, Ireland. Such a large family was not uncommon occurrence in the Catholic town where we lived. In our family was my Da, Aiden Doherty, Follows the Moon, an Athro Ragabash; my Ma, a kinfolk; my oldest brother Cainen, or Finds The Balance as he is now called; the second oldest Lenard; me; and my little sister Harmony.
“In no way was my childhood normal in comparison to those of the other children in town. My Ma and Da never hide from us that we were Kin to the Garou. Those of his pack would come by and tell stories of battles fought after dinner, we were trained after school about the history of the Fianna and the Fae, and when we were old enough he brought us to the cairn to show us what the Garou were fighting for. There were also many time my Da would return after being gone for a time, and he would have a new scare to show to us with a tale to go with it.
“Now our parent, and my Da's packmates, always wished that all of us children would someday take the first change and become Garou. The smile on my Da's face when my brother changed, it was like the wyrm had never existed. Back then, I wanted nothing more then to make him just a happen one day when I took my first change. Years went by thou, and Lenard passed straight through puberty without even a sign that he might be Garou. A few more years passed, and I was just upon my 17th birthday. Just like my brother, it looked as if I would not be blessed by Gaia to be her warrior. That is until the worst happened.
“Just like an other day, my father's pack left to rid an area of wyrm taint. I heard that there were no problems destroying the banes and cleansing the area. They were on there way back when out of no where a Wyrm Howler pack ambushed them. Already tired from before, they fought to stave them off and retreat to safety. My father was near escape when he saw one of his packmate tackled by one of the Wyrm Howlers. Thinking nothing of himself, he doubled back to save his friend.
“Late into the night, when the pack finally arrived back at the sept, only two out of 5 where still alive. I saw the mangled body of my father laid down, with the pain of being ripped to shreds burned into his glassy eyes. Before I knew what happened, the world lost all color but that of the blood red that covered my father's and packmates bodies. Because I was near those of the sept when it happened, I was stop easily, but that night is one I will never forget. No matter how much I wish I could.”
Trying with all this might, Gene hold back as much of the tears that wish to rain from his eyes. “God, I need a drink,” Gene chuckled as his whips away a few that had manage to escape. “Give me a second, then I will continue.”
