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Merci d'Rue · Babbling Loony Joined: 18 Jan 2006 Posts: 2810

The babe cried in her small basket as Merci set it down picking up the body of her cousin and hefting her inside the icy chamber. Fiona was weak and dying, she had sucumbed to the blissful sleep of a Coma. Merci pushed aside icy tears as she laid her out, fixing her clothing, as Fiona would want to look proper. She stared at her cousin for a moment.

The child cried in the background...Fiontann d'Rue had lived, but her mother was barely clinging to life. The childbirth treacherous. Merci leaned down her lips now blue, softly, gently kissing the side of her cousins cheek. The magical touch spread across her cheek, then her face, then her whole body. The ice crackled as she froze over into a solid icy form.

She lowered the clear lid of the ice coffin sealing it shut. Placing her hand on it she whispered softly. Let no person open this coffin except the hand of a d'Rue. The imprint of Mercis hand stayed on the coffin.

Sleep well Fiona, whose hair and skin are as white as snow..

I will return for you....you are my last tie to my family, I wont let you go.

With that she took the basket and climbed the stairs the doors shutting behind her, they to froze over cutting off this icy basement room from the rest of the keep. As the wind carried her sadness the Wolves let out a cry spreading a tale of woe in Stonegate.

Life didnt always go as one planned, but it was destiny's will.
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May destiny guide you...

Scar · Adventurer Joined: 11 Dec 2007 Posts: 64

Within the humid confines of a building made entirely of bamboo, hides and logs, Scar, sitting at a table pouring over documents, was suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of extreme sadness mixed with foreboding. As far as he knew, there was no physical reason for it; all was calm and running smoothly in Papua and relations with Delucia had never been better. He sensed the pain of another, someone close to him and very dear. He stopped what he was doing, lowered his head and closed his eyes. The image of Merci d'Rue came vividly to mind. She was suffering; her link to his mind conveyed the full measure of her pain and suffering to him. He opened his eyes and broke his concentration. Getting up quickly from the desk, he made ready to head for Stonegate.

Merci d'Rue · Babbling Loony Joined: 18 Jan 2006 Posts: 2810

For seven days and seven nights they howled, lasting long and low, the sound really focused mainly on Merci's keep. It was just a faint thought or whisper in your head as you entered Stonegate.

Merci knew, though she tried to hide it, that the other Lycans in the pack could feel her distress. It was challenging to keep her face blank. She knew that thoughts and feelings had flowed out like a wave of remorse and she was determined to stop this from continuing.

The pack of wolves that ran thru the mountains of Stonegate had become closely tied ot the clan, they walked with softly pawed feet, they moved with quiet grace. A row of the pack itself had set themselves up in front of the Oracle's keep baying at any that came near. She was suffering, grieving but would not allow others to see her thus.

The leader of this wolf pack sensing the difference in her thoughts turned and trotted into the keep, climbing the slippery and icy steps. The doors opening automatically for him. He entered her chambers they were dimly lit, and there was a flair of candles all about. Yet the candles in the Oracles keep burnt with a blue, cold glow, they did not shimmer with heat or warmth. Nor did Merci..

The wolf came and sat proudly before her his white fur thick and plush. Merci looked upon him with admiration. She had never commanded the wolves, they had always just been one, a part of one another. Ever since the spirit of Grarine, the Wolf mother had dissipated, leaving remnants of herself in Merci, the wolves had been there. Always silently there.

Often referred to as the Children of the Night, this wolf pack was strong and careful. It brought her important information, it watched over them all with unseen eyes and ears. She knelt next to the Wolf that had come to her and rested a sisterly arm about his neck. She kept her face still not belaying the multitude of distress in her mind and heart. The grief that shadowed her now.

The eyes of the wolf turned to her own and in them the silent message was clear. It was time for now to move on, to move forward and to return to herself. To let her cousin who was safely stored below, rest, to let her own mind open again. She rose, the wolf turned and padded softly to the door, that once again opened for him. Turning his head his eyes caught with hers.

Strength of Belief..Strength of Heart....Strength of body....Strength of Mind...Strength of Will.

Warrior your blade will not lead you ill.
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May destiny guide you...

Kimberly · Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 4:06 pm Post subject:

As Fiona slept, no images clouded her mind. She did not stir in her icy coffin. She merely slept. No sounds echoed in her ears. The silence may have seemed deafening but she was blissfully unaware.

She did not dream. She felt no pleasure. She felt no pain. She felt nothing.

Blindwolfe · Journeyman Joined: 26 May 2008 Posts: 171

Seraphina stood atop one of the snowy peaks of the Crags. She felt there was something amiss among the lycans. She trailed around the Guardians but kept her distance. She watched and listened in their time of distress, of sadness. She watched the pack at the stronghold day and night.

I wish there was something I could offer to ease your pain. she howled mournfully. She dug a hole in the snow and curled up for warmth at her mountain perch. She continued to keep watch until sleep overtook her.

The snow began falling lightly, covering Seraphina's sleeping form. Her head facing the Stonegate compound