100 Themes
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alexmegamiAnd once more, 100 Themes. This time, the pack's tribal vows/tests.
006. Break Away
He'd come back triumphant. It had nearly been a miss, Mackenzie and Jude barely able to hold him in place as he drained the Pure's most powerful locus dry, hanging out over the side of the building to touch the giant red M logo. But he had done it, and he threw the Essence container to Gravedigger.
Gravedigger had pulled out a bow as tall as Todd and said, run.
He ran then, the wind pushing against him as he flew with the speed of the slain progenitor. His fur rippling over his muscles, the feeling of sheer accomplishment; and when he howled, they swore that Black Wolf howled back to herald the newest Mennina.
036. Precious Treasure
They dug the dead Pure's wallet out, looking for an address, and found it.
The apartment was nothing special; grey walls, mattresses, a few odds and ends. The most interesting things were the boxes of clothes, rich with the stink of human blood on them. But a little exploration yielded Jude the treasure he sought: a hidden cache of weapons, and in the centre of it all, a lockbox of deeds and gold bars. Enough to be 'something valuable'.
Enough to net him prestige when Jessica inducted him into the Iron Masters.
Enough for city spirits to tremble at the power of those pieces of paper.
Yes, far, far more than enough.
063. Do Not Disturb
It was an odd place, this not-Shadow, not-World. Cold. The scent was wrong, and the creatures drank images of life from the stream. His mother was there, half her face burned away from the bomb. She wanted to warn him of his grandfather, too late already; and there was more, so much more --
But then he could hear it coming. It, huge and shadowy and dark and enraged that he had come into its lair; and so he ran, leaping the stream of memories and pounding across the cold dead grass of this not-Place; and when he crossed once more into the Shadow world, he was met by the Wendigo, who took him to his Tribe.
The Eaters of Flesh, servants of Death Wolf, but also servants of the Second-Born, servants of Wendigo. A Bone Shadow - who had outrun the servants of Death Wolf herself.
096. In The Storm
She had come back dragging the Pure bitch behind her, unconscious and bleeding and lucky to be alive. Wilma had nodded approval, then taken them both to the school, atop the glacier of the ice-locus there. It was there that they howled to Winter Wolf, howled of her power over this upstart Pure and her weak pack, a howl of dominance over those who would go back to the weak ways of the dying Father Wolf.
She kicked the Pure bitch down the icy slope afterwards. Would have killed her, too, if Wilma hadn't been looking on, but she was. So instead Mackenzie took her and tied her to a bench somewhere between Mulholland and Susville; let her wake up dazed and confused and pissed, let her stew in the agony of that humiliation.
21/100, 2401 words
006. Break Away
He'd come back triumphant. It had nearly been a miss, Mackenzie and Jude barely able to hold him in place as he drained the Pure's most powerful locus dry, hanging out over the side of the building to touch the giant red M logo. But he had done it, and he threw the Essence container to Gravedigger.
Gravedigger had pulled out a bow as tall as Todd and said, run.
He ran then, the wind pushing against him as he flew with the speed of the slain progenitor. His fur rippling over his muscles, the feeling of sheer accomplishment; and when he howled, they swore that Black Wolf howled back to herald the newest Mennina.
036. Precious Treasure
They dug the dead Pure's wallet out, looking for an address, and found it.
The apartment was nothing special; grey walls, mattresses, a few odds and ends. The most interesting things were the boxes of clothes, rich with the stink of human blood on them. But a little exploration yielded Jude the treasure he sought: a hidden cache of weapons, and in the centre of it all, a lockbox of deeds and gold bars. Enough to be 'something valuable'.
Enough to net him prestige when Jessica inducted him into the Iron Masters.
Enough for city spirits to tremble at the power of those pieces of paper.
Yes, far, far more than enough.
063. Do Not Disturb
It was an odd place, this not-Shadow, not-World. Cold. The scent was wrong, and the creatures drank images of life from the stream. His mother was there, half her face burned away from the bomb. She wanted to warn him of his grandfather, too late already; and there was more, so much more --
But then he could hear it coming. It, huge and shadowy and dark and enraged that he had come into its lair; and so he ran, leaping the stream of memories and pounding across the cold dead grass of this not-Place; and when he crossed once more into the Shadow world, he was met by the Wendigo, who took him to his Tribe.
The Eaters of Flesh, servants of Death Wolf, but also servants of the Second-Born, servants of Wendigo. A Bone Shadow - who had outrun the servants of Death Wolf herself.
096. In The Storm
She had come back dragging the Pure bitch behind her, unconscious and bleeding and lucky to be alive. Wilma had nodded approval, then taken them both to the school, atop the glacier of the ice-locus there. It was there that they howled to Winter Wolf, howled of her power over this upstart Pure and her weak pack, a howl of dominance over those who would go back to the weak ways of the dying Father Wolf.
She kicked the Pure bitch down the icy slope afterwards. Would have killed her, too, if Wilma hadn't been looking on, but she was. So instead Mackenzie took her and tied her to a bench somewhere between Mulholland and Susville; let her wake up dazed and confused and pissed, let her stew in the agony of that humiliation.
21/100, 2401 words
One more comment...
Date: 2007-02-03 04:56 pm (UTC)wow... what mad news!
what do you think about it?