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Revenge, Retribution, and Restoration...


Thunder.

Miriam comes forward, flanked on either side by her Sisters, left hand holding the spear (richly carved, time worn, strong seasoned) raises the arm slowly, passes slowly before her until her arm is uplifted and outstretched. The right hand rises to grasp beneath the left, slow moving as the left hands’ motions. Meanwhile, Sylvie is doing likewise with the labrys. And Cybil has turned sidewise and rises the bow as her sisters do their own weapons, but when the second hand joins it moves to draw back the bowstring (arrowless).

Raised high.

Standing tall and proud (though not prideful. No smirking expressions. Serious but a smile in the eyes.). Then in tandem, the weapons are lowered (bowstring released) with force – up until the last minute where they drop to one knee, heads bowed (homage – and right off the bat doing something one wouldn’t expect of typical Furies), weapons laid before them. Offering. As one, they dip their hands into the moist, dark earth. Gathering up the soil and – heads still bowed – raising it to their faces, inhaling deeply then exhaling upon it, open mouthed. As one, their hands rub together, blackening them as with paint, which they raise, smearing the dirt.. along their brows.. along their cheekbones, from neck down to the point of cleavage. As one, both hands raise, each going to opposite shoulder and sliding down. As one, they grasp their weapons and rise.

Slow. Strong.

As one, they smile. “Peace.” Speaks the Alpha, Miriam. “To thee, our Cousins. War, to those, our Enemies. Love, to all, for all are of Gaia.” The spear rises and like a caress she slides it over the right shoulder of the Theurge, Cybil. Who gives her name, clear and true. The spear hand then slides to caress over the left shoulder of the Philodox. Sylvi who likewise gives her name, clear and true. Then to herself, where the taps spear end to her chin, giving her own name, Miriam. And their pack name.

Tryptych Absolution.

“We feel the Mother’s Breath in this place. If this Sept serves Her will, may we too be of service.”







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