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dagnyW h o: Dagny, Sue
W h e n: Night, 4.15.2012
W h e r e: Edgewood, Meadow
W h a t: Dagny, in Hispo, is preparing for a nice doze outside under the stars. Sue comes out for a smoke and ends up sucked into conversation with the Get. Also cuddles.
At last, night has fallen like a navy curtain over Saint Claire. Though the night air is still quite cool, there are already a few gutsy crickets out tonight that have begun singing. The lights on in Edgewood House cast a soft glow over the meadow beside the house. Somewhere smack in the middle of the grass is a huge lump of brown fur. It's a Garou, in hispo, laying there with its head on its paws. Judging by the posture, it's not entirely asleep. Dozing, perhaps. The scent coming off of it will identify it as the Get that has been hanging around Edgewood so regularly.
The front door to the Edgewood house swings open, letting out one very quiet philodox with a hand-rolled cigarette in one hand, grip of the hiking pole that Sue's almost never seen without in the other. Gaze roams over the meadow for a moment in adjustment to the ambient light, and then he spots the Get, beginning to slowly walk out into the meadow. A lighter is retrieved from onepocket, cigarette lit, wisps of smoke trailing up into the air.
The metallic flick of the flint mechanism on the lighter makes a tall pair of brown ears perk. One blue eye opens and rolls toward the approaching Fury in an almost lazy fashion. The Get makes no move other than that at first. She waits until Sue is closer before turning toward him. She seems to curl halfway toward the light, her head lifting to regard him. ~If that is anything other than the cowboy kind, I would recommend that you snuff it out. I do not like the smell of other kinds.~ There's nothing commanding to her tone; a gentle firmness perhaps, but that's it. ~You may sit here with me.~ One of her large paws reaches out and pats the grass beside her, close.
Sue pauses and smokes perhaps a quarter of the handrolled cigarette as he walks over towards Dagny, before carefully stubbing it out on his shoe. "Hey Dagny-rhya," he says, and there is a perhaps evident touch of hesitation and a pause in his step before he finally approaches close enough and sits down, hiking pole set off to one side once he's done so. "It's a pretty nice evening out here."
The statement about the night is barely out of the Fury's mouth before the get is reaching out with one giant paw and bowling Sue over until he is forced between her front paws. She then traps him by lowering her massive head down on him - not enough to cause him discomfort. The Metis is quite thoroughly thrust into a situation where he's being cuddle raped. ~It is. We are going to talk about things now. First, I want you to understand something. You are metis. But just because that is true does not mean you should hang your head around anyone and anything that you come into contact with. Least of all me.~
Sue reaches to scratch at the space between her ears, gently, and nods, only taken a slight bit aback as he regains at least his sense of balance, leaning against her. It takes a minute before the more evident feeling of tension eases, but the hispo is warm, and there is a certain measure of comfort from closeness and contact. "It," he starts, and then abruptly stops. "I'm metis, and /male/." That's the only explanation quite offered, for the moment, the slightest additional emphasis on his gender.
~It is true that the Black Furies are not fond of men. In fact, if my memory serves me right, the only men they accept into their tribe are metis. With interactions outside of your tribe, however, you do not need to bow and scrape so much. There are some who may expect it, being that you are metis, but not all. I can tell you that my tribe respects strength and will. Any weakness is seen as detestable.~ When Sue relaxes, she does too. Her head leans to the side a bit so as not to plant its full weight on him. She is quite warm; thick fur does that. ~It is as I said before. All are of Gaia. From the greatest, fiercest Ahroun to the smallest, frailest seeming Ragabash. We all have our roles. And so do you. The Furies may not have allowed you to explore your potential, where you come from. But the Hidden Walk is a different place. My mentor and teacher, Ears-to-the-Ground, was Metis. She became Alpha of this Sept for a time.~
Sue nods, once, and there is an audible huff of breath in a manner that's definitely not overall appropriate to his homid form, but assent nonetheless, and then scritches the base of one of her ears, hand twisting in her fur, but gently. "She became Alpha?" he repeats, half question, more awe. Clearly, the Fury is thinking a lot, and eventually he nods. He only tenses once more, and for a moment that passes quickly, just nerves. "The... the submission is habit," Sue admits. "Above all it's habit and a little bit of instinct. Amongst the sisters even the newest-rited cliath, as long as she was female, would outrank me." That the metis has issue with this, however well he usually hides it, isn't hidden now.
The big Get tilts her head a bit, leaning that ear into the metis' hand. Clearly, she doesn't mind it. There's even a soft rumble like a relaxed sigh. ~Were I in your position, having to submit to a newly ranked Cliath when I had been one for far longer would have made me froth. Your willpower must be strong. That is the only think I can think. I know that it isn't because you are broken.~ She turns her head to pin one big blue eye on him. ~If you were broken, you could not smile. And I have seen you smile. It gives me hope for you.~ Returning to the first question he asked, she grunts in affirmation. ~She did. From what I can gather, she remained Alpha for quite a while, too. Ears was fair and just, well respected. She was metis, but did not let that slow her down or stop her from living up to Gaia's expectations. I am a song-moon. She taught me my first song, and many others. You would do well to meet with her. She can give you strength.~ The Get rolls her shoulders before sighing. ~As a Fury, you walk a difficult path. To your tribe you must show respect and subservience because you are male. I do not know what Furies still live at the Hidden Walk.~
There is, in fact, a very tentative smile that graces Sue's features now, though it is a smile that is mustered by strength of will even through a difficult topic. "I would like to meet this Ears-rhya, I think," he says, that same hint of awe. "I could be angry about it, and even when I was... I wasn't allowed to be angry specifically at them, for the difference in position, and I soon learned that it was useless anger and I could funnel my effort into better things." Really, though, Sue's not bitter. Even the bit of pain in his voice, is not bitterness. "Into learning to read, to speak, to be better than their expectations and above and more than just my deformity. Into learning to walk and balance and not fall on my face. Sometimes it feels like Gaia made me broken." Those last words are followed by silence and chewing on his lower lip, leaning against Dagny, a little.
When he leans, the Get turns her face against him, effectively pressing her cheek into his shoulder in a comforting gesture that hugs him against her more closely. ~Gaia does not give us more than she beleives we can handle. She tests us, she may even break us sometimes, but she does so knowing that we will learn and overcome. And if we don't, it is because she wishes to call us back to her. To be reborn. I am not saying that what happens to us is always fair. In fact, it rarely is. But, it is not because she is cruel. The Mother loves us. We are her chosen. You and me both.~ There's a brief pause and she adds, ~You have a fire in you. That is good. That you desired to become more than what others thought.. That is a kind of strength that cannot be taught. You were born with it. Harness it.~ The get leans down and noses his legs. ~Have they always been this way? Difficult to walk with?~
Sue leans into her, head tilting to lean against her neck and muzzle, cuddling in return. "They have. Ups and downs in different forms, my balance is maybe a little better than my birth form, but my feet hurt me a great deal and they make walking hard. Even with the better shoes. And my balance is bad, per--" The metis pauses, a half whine of breath in thought before he comes up with the word, "perpetually." There's no argument given to the statement of Gaia's love, though. "I can feel. I know that Gaia loves us, though I err, and I doubt, but that I can feel, as well as her sorrows. It is when it comes to tribe, and nation..." One shoulder raises and lowers a bit in a shrug.
Spear-of-Huginn noses at the boys leg gently. ~Sometime, you should snow me what is wrong with them in homid. There may be something that can be done to fix them so that they do not hurt as much. Or, perhaps, I can make you a better stick to walk with.~ Her ears flick as she switches thoughts. The eye closest to him regards him carefully. ~Have you met with any from your Tribe while here?~
Sue nods once. "Only April-rhya, and one of our kinfolk, Iakovos?" The metis shrugs. "I have not gone much to the house to look for the sisters either, though. I know the names, KL-rhya and Melodie-rhya, but I have not had chance to meet either of them." A pause. "Aunt April's... a good enough sort," and there is a faint fondness in the mention. "She helped raise me, some've the time, used to be down in Golden Gate. Actually took time to come visit me every week when I was a cub. Even when she had 'better things' to be doing. She's very much a daughter of Pegasus, though."
There's a grunt when the boy affirms contact with his Tribe. She listens as he speaks, turning one ear back as he mentions names. When he pauses she grunts, and offers, ~I know it is different for you. You see the side of the Furies that only happens within the structure of the Tribe. To most, the Furies are an incredible testament to feminine power. I admire them, even. But I do not approve of the treatment they give their males. I understand overcoming a patriarchal rule. But to exercise sexism when they rally against it in the reverse seems.. well. Not quite right. But, it is not my place to judge them. Each Tribe has its own vices.~ The Get seems to be fighting to keep her eyes open at this stage. Her jaws open wide, tongue extending and flexing in a yawn. ~Either way, you are now on my radar. Providing you show respect for yourself and those around you, you will have me in your corner, and I will do what I can to help you grow stronger as a Garou. For now, though, I need sleep. Without sleep, I get cranky.~
"The sisters do some great things," Sue affirms, quietly. "And they are the only family I have ever known." It seems the young halfmoon is going to withhold comment as to whether it that makes it right, or wrong, and he ruffles the fur atop the Get's head, before moving a bit so that he can shift to lupus, without getting too far from the hispo, and in fact he seems to be pretty good about keeping those hooves out of the way, as he lays there now. He's not /small/ for a wolf, but not large, either, and it makes it easy enough for him to remain where he had been in homid, next to the warmth from the hispo. There is a chuff of thanks, appreciation, and a lot more all at once, and a promise that he will work on the respecting himself part of it. That is *new* for him, after all, and new in the way of a concept that's just been introduced to him that he seems to like, even if it will take much work. More, the metis is approaching it with the faint bent of a challenge to his own ability, if a bit of an odd one. And sleep is good.
The Get grunts in an affirming, supportive way. ~You will surprise yourself, Little Brother. And everyone that dares underestimate you. I can see it.~ When the metis remains close, the Get carefully lays her head to the side. Her thick fur manages to drape over him regardless, providing a partial blanket of warmth. With a big exhale, she closes her eyes and allows sleep to settle in.
It's strange. This is a different person, a different time, a different reason. But I feel like I've been here before. Like seeing a signpost for a place I haven't actually been to, but somehow I know where the streets lead.
W h e n: Night, 4.15.2012
W h e r e: Edgewood, Meadow
W h a t: Dagny, in Hispo, is preparing for a nice doze outside under the stars. Sue comes out for a smoke and ends up sucked into conversation with the Get. Also cuddles.
At last, night has fallen like a navy curtain over Saint Claire. Though the night air is still quite cool, there are already a few gutsy crickets out tonight that have begun singing. The lights on in Edgewood House cast a soft glow over the meadow beside the house. Somewhere smack in the middle of the grass is a huge lump of brown fur. It's a Garou, in hispo, laying there with its head on its paws. Judging by the posture, it's not entirely asleep. Dozing, perhaps. The scent coming off of it will identify it as the Get that has been hanging around Edgewood so regularly.
The front door to the Edgewood house swings open, letting out one very quiet philodox with a hand-rolled cigarette in one hand, grip of the hiking pole that Sue's almost never seen without in the other. Gaze roams over the meadow for a moment in adjustment to the ambient light, and then he spots the Get, beginning to slowly walk out into the meadow. A lighter is retrieved from onepocket, cigarette lit, wisps of smoke trailing up into the air.
The metallic flick of the flint mechanism on the lighter makes a tall pair of brown ears perk. One blue eye opens and rolls toward the approaching Fury in an almost lazy fashion. The Get makes no move other than that at first. She waits until Sue is closer before turning toward him. She seems to curl halfway toward the light, her head lifting to regard him. ~If that is anything other than the cowboy kind, I would recommend that you snuff it out. I do not like the smell of other kinds.~ There's nothing commanding to her tone; a gentle firmness perhaps, but that's it. ~You may sit here with me.~ One of her large paws reaches out and pats the grass beside her, close.
Sue pauses and smokes perhaps a quarter of the handrolled cigarette as he walks over towards Dagny, before carefully stubbing it out on his shoe. "Hey Dagny-rhya," he says, and there is a perhaps evident touch of hesitation and a pause in his step before he finally approaches close enough and sits down, hiking pole set off to one side once he's done so. "It's a pretty nice evening out here."
The statement about the night is barely out of the Fury's mouth before the get is reaching out with one giant paw and bowling Sue over until he is forced between her front paws. She then traps him by lowering her massive head down on him - not enough to cause him discomfort. The Metis is quite thoroughly thrust into a situation where he's being cuddle raped. ~It is. We are going to talk about things now. First, I want you to understand something. You are metis. But just because that is true does not mean you should hang your head around anyone and anything that you come into contact with. Least of all me.~
Sue reaches to scratch at the space between her ears, gently, and nods, only taken a slight bit aback as he regains at least his sense of balance, leaning against her. It takes a minute before the more evident feeling of tension eases, but the hispo is warm, and there is a certain measure of comfort from closeness and contact. "It," he starts, and then abruptly stops. "I'm metis, and /male/." That's the only explanation quite offered, for the moment, the slightest additional emphasis on his gender.
~It is true that the Black Furies are not fond of men. In fact, if my memory serves me right, the only men they accept into their tribe are metis. With interactions outside of your tribe, however, you do not need to bow and scrape so much. There are some who may expect it, being that you are metis, but not all. I can tell you that my tribe respects strength and will. Any weakness is seen as detestable.~ When Sue relaxes, she does too. Her head leans to the side a bit so as not to plant its full weight on him. She is quite warm; thick fur does that. ~It is as I said before. All are of Gaia. From the greatest, fiercest Ahroun to the smallest, frailest seeming Ragabash. We all have our roles. And so do you. The Furies may not have allowed you to explore your potential, where you come from. But the Hidden Walk is a different place. My mentor and teacher, Ears-to-the-Ground, was Metis. She became Alpha of this Sept for a time.~
Sue nods, once, and there is an audible huff of breath in a manner that's definitely not overall appropriate to his homid form, but assent nonetheless, and then scritches the base of one of her ears, hand twisting in her fur, but gently. "She became Alpha?" he repeats, half question, more awe. Clearly, the Fury is thinking a lot, and eventually he nods. He only tenses once more, and for a moment that passes quickly, just nerves. "The... the submission is habit," Sue admits. "Above all it's habit and a little bit of instinct. Amongst the sisters even the newest-rited cliath, as long as she was female, would outrank me." That the metis has issue with this, however well he usually hides it, isn't hidden now.
The big Get tilts her head a bit, leaning that ear into the metis' hand. Clearly, she doesn't mind it. There's even a soft rumble like a relaxed sigh. ~Were I in your position, having to submit to a newly ranked Cliath when I had been one for far longer would have made me froth. Your willpower must be strong. That is the only think I can think. I know that it isn't because you are broken.~ She turns her head to pin one big blue eye on him. ~If you were broken, you could not smile. And I have seen you smile. It gives me hope for you.~ Returning to the first question he asked, she grunts in affirmation. ~She did. From what I can gather, she remained Alpha for quite a while, too. Ears was fair and just, well respected. She was metis, but did not let that slow her down or stop her from living up to Gaia's expectations. I am a song-moon. She taught me my first song, and many others. You would do well to meet with her. She can give you strength.~ The Get rolls her shoulders before sighing. ~As a Fury, you walk a difficult path. To your tribe you must show respect and subservience because you are male. I do not know what Furies still live at the Hidden Walk.~
There is, in fact, a very tentative smile that graces Sue's features now, though it is a smile that is mustered by strength of will even through a difficult topic. "I would like to meet this Ears-rhya, I think," he says, that same hint of awe. "I could be angry about it, and even when I was... I wasn't allowed to be angry specifically at them, for the difference in position, and I soon learned that it was useless anger and I could funnel my effort into better things." Really, though, Sue's not bitter. Even the bit of pain in his voice, is not bitterness. "Into learning to read, to speak, to be better than their expectations and above and more than just my deformity. Into learning to walk and balance and not fall on my face. Sometimes it feels like Gaia made me broken." Those last words are followed by silence and chewing on his lower lip, leaning against Dagny, a little.
When he leans, the Get turns her face against him, effectively pressing her cheek into his shoulder in a comforting gesture that hugs him against her more closely. ~Gaia does not give us more than she beleives we can handle. She tests us, she may even break us sometimes, but she does so knowing that we will learn and overcome. And if we don't, it is because she wishes to call us back to her. To be reborn. I am not saying that what happens to us is always fair. In fact, it rarely is. But, it is not because she is cruel. The Mother loves us. We are her chosen. You and me both.~ There's a brief pause and she adds, ~You have a fire in you. That is good. That you desired to become more than what others thought.. That is a kind of strength that cannot be taught. You were born with it. Harness it.~ The get leans down and noses his legs. ~Have they always been this way? Difficult to walk with?~
Sue leans into her, head tilting to lean against her neck and muzzle, cuddling in return. "They have. Ups and downs in different forms, my balance is maybe a little better than my birth form, but my feet hurt me a great deal and they make walking hard. Even with the better shoes. And my balance is bad, per--" The metis pauses, a half whine of breath in thought before he comes up with the word, "perpetually." There's no argument given to the statement of Gaia's love, though. "I can feel. I know that Gaia loves us, though I err, and I doubt, but that I can feel, as well as her sorrows. It is when it comes to tribe, and nation..." One shoulder raises and lowers a bit in a shrug.
Spear-of-Huginn noses at the boys leg gently. ~Sometime, you should snow me what is wrong with them in homid. There may be something that can be done to fix them so that they do not hurt as much. Or, perhaps, I can make you a better stick to walk with.~ Her ears flick as she switches thoughts. The eye closest to him regards him carefully. ~Have you met with any from your Tribe while here?~
Sue nods once. "Only April-rhya, and one of our kinfolk, Iakovos?" The metis shrugs. "I have not gone much to the house to look for the sisters either, though. I know the names, KL-rhya and Melodie-rhya, but I have not had chance to meet either of them." A pause. "Aunt April's... a good enough sort," and there is a faint fondness in the mention. "She helped raise me, some've the time, used to be down in Golden Gate. Actually took time to come visit me every week when I was a cub. Even when she had 'better things' to be doing. She's very much a daughter of Pegasus, though."
There's a grunt when the boy affirms contact with his Tribe. She listens as he speaks, turning one ear back as he mentions names. When he pauses she grunts, and offers, ~I know it is different for you. You see the side of the Furies that only happens within the structure of the Tribe. To most, the Furies are an incredible testament to feminine power. I admire them, even. But I do not approve of the treatment they give their males. I understand overcoming a patriarchal rule. But to exercise sexism when they rally against it in the reverse seems.. well. Not quite right. But, it is not my place to judge them. Each Tribe has its own vices.~ The Get seems to be fighting to keep her eyes open at this stage. Her jaws open wide, tongue extending and flexing in a yawn. ~Either way, you are now on my radar. Providing you show respect for yourself and those around you, you will have me in your corner, and I will do what I can to help you grow stronger as a Garou. For now, though, I need sleep. Without sleep, I get cranky.~
"The sisters do some great things," Sue affirms, quietly. "And they are the only family I have ever known." It seems the young halfmoon is going to withhold comment as to whether it that makes it right, or wrong, and he ruffles the fur atop the Get's head, before moving a bit so that he can shift to lupus, without getting too far from the hispo, and in fact he seems to be pretty good about keeping those hooves out of the way, as he lays there now. He's not /small/ for a wolf, but not large, either, and it makes it easy enough for him to remain where he had been in homid, next to the warmth from the hispo. There is a chuff of thanks, appreciation, and a lot more all at once, and a promise that he will work on the respecting himself part of it. That is *new* for him, after all, and new in the way of a concept that's just been introduced to him that he seems to like, even if it will take much work. More, the metis is approaching it with the faint bent of a challenge to his own ability, if a bit of an odd one. And sleep is good.
The Get grunts in an affirming, supportive way. ~You will surprise yourself, Little Brother. And everyone that dares underestimate you. I can see it.~ When the metis remains close, the Get carefully lays her head to the side. Her thick fur manages to drape over him regardless, providing a partial blanket of warmth. With a big exhale, she closes her eyes and allows sleep to settle in.
It's strange. This is a different person, a different time, a different reason. But I feel like I've been here before. Like seeing a signpost for a place I haven't actually been to, but somehow I know where the streets lead.
