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Loudly broadcasted news of the Hollow Man in the city. You know, the one that survived being squashed and set on fire... the one that was full of worms and spat acid. |
Loudly broadcasted news of the Hollow Man in the city. You know, the one that survived being squashed and set on fire... the one that was full of worms and spat acid. |
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| + | Served at Moot, announcing its start with a drawn out and elaborate howl. |
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| − | # Mocking Red-Hands |
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| − | Wisdom does not come with experience, battles hard-fought, years stacked on years stacked on years, stacked. Wisdom is a gift. Bless me. Wisdom, I was born with it, growing in my bones. My first cry was a wise one. My elders wept for shame. My short months of life were packed with more wisdom than any of them, combined. Long toothed, shaggy maned, big bearded, one-eyed, scarred up, they mourned for lost brethren. And I mourned too. Old fools, they never got a chance to meet me. Forgive them. They never got to hold me and feel my smooth baby skin. Like milk, clear as my voice, sweet. My wisdom, I share freely. Because I am not stingy. I'm not too good to be bothered with the rest of you. Crippled fools. I love you all, equally. I do. I love you like a father loves his son. I love you like the sun loves the earth. I'm so high above you. I'm the cloud raining my wisdom on your parched, cracked, broken skin. Wisdom is my gift, to you. |
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| − | Our lives are radiant blasts of hot sunlight burning back the dark night. We are the wall and shield and armor holding back untold horrors whose numbers are uncountable. Nights, you sleep in peace, our bodies standing between you and death. Glorious thing. Ours sends the moon into eclipse. |
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| − | Fear is a foreign stranger, we scoff at him. We stalk the Lion's den and stare down death's gaping maw. |
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| − | Heads thrown back we, defiant, we howl and drown out the pitiful whines of the enemy. Twisted monstrosities, their blood and ours mingle in the dirt, trampled by our frantic dance. We lay them out in bloody rows strewn 'cross miles and miles, and scrawl out our undying names 'cross the years with their mangled forms. |
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| − | This is the story of the boastful I; |
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| − | There was a great redwood of giant proportions that rose up from the multi-hued earth that is trodden underfoot. Such was this tree, that it scoffed at the mighty winds awful howl, and vain were the blows of the sharp axe chipping away at its thick bark, though the calloused hands of rough men wielded them with great skill, for its roots were sunk fathoms deep into the slighted dirt that held it up. Its olive skinned children lay under its sympathetic shade, where the thunderous storm is weathered and the sun's scorching heat is found bearable, but the boastful I heeded not. |
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| − | Brick and thick mortar was laid upon brick and thick mortar until sturdy walls stood beneath the shade of the redwood tree. Sweat and weary muscles built that house and made it a stronghold against the winters gnawing, horrid chill, masquerading as a soft ivory blanket. It mocked the pitter-patter of spring's deluge, and cackled madly in summer's hot embrace, but the boastful I heeded not. |
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| − | Like the cokey-eyed man who swears awesome oaths that the upright wall leans, crooked hearts see crookedly. The boastful I crows, "Fall fell before me! I am the slayer of a thousand souls! I am I! My hands have uprooted the massive mountains! I am I! I cleave the very depths of the sea with one stroke. I am I! When I take a step in the East, my big toe stubs the West! I am I! My gaze is molten steel, my words shatter stone; watch your heart. Don't test me; I pull stars from the firmament and gravity lost its bite because of me. I am I! I have layed low whole nations and built up new ones in their place. I am I!" |
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| − | We are not the lone brick standing atop the shoulders of two others, we are the many beneath. |
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Latest revision as of 02:22, 15 December 2016
Name: Javid Khan ~Mourns-The-Living~
Former Names: None
Gender: Male
Breed: Homid
Auspice: Galliard
Tribe: Silent Strider
Rank: Cliath
Packs: None
Positions: Collector of Tales (Tails?)/Messenger/Local Gossip
Caern/Sept: Hidden Walk (Rited in Sept of The Western Eye)
Misc:
Creation Date: Oct 16, 2011
Creation Rank: Cub
Departure Date: 2014
Background[]
When Javid arrived in St. Claire from the island paradise of Trinidad, he was dumped off at the local boarding school so his father could continue his mad quest for a certain woman who hasn't been around much. The ignorant cub fell into a moody depression and was waiting for the ground to swallow him whole when things changed. A school trip to the park ended with him knocked out and dragged off into the woods. A few months later he was Rited in the Sept of The Western Eye and took his place among the Garou Nation.
He's shy, at times finds it difficult to express his thoughts, mutters, and is often misunderstood. This may at times be compounded by his native Trinidadian accent bleeding through when he gets nervous or excited rendering his speech nigh impenetrable!
Accomplishments[]
At the request of Owen Hollsinger, Wildfire by Fenris' own voice, Adren Modi of the Get of Fenris and once beta of the Get of Fenris under Signe Defiant-Storm; Formerly a child of Wolverine, Fenris, Weasel, Black Unicorn, Wyvern, and Hrafn; Rited in the Sept of the Sentinel but once and again full member of the Sept of the Hidden Walk, once the Wheel Renewed, guard outside of the Guardian Pack and the sept's Master of Challenges, distant cousin to Little-Giant, Ingrid Hollsinger, and Grandson of Ule Gathering-Storm Hollsinger, Skald and warrior of the blitzkreig then later hero of the retaking of Dresden, himself a great grandchild of Otto Dragon-Thane Von-Heisling, Modi during the rise of Prussia, Javid has memorized the names of all of the dead laid to rest in the Burial Mounds.
Was instrumental in getting much needed information about the dreams passed along during the lead up to the closing of the Caern.
Held off the Dancer's Hunter, alone, and killed one of his hounds when they attacked Edgewood.
Found a /disturbed/ cub who had eaten Human Flesh and cleaned up the mess.
Ran (may still) a message circuit as far out as Sept of the Ancient Giants in Redwood National Forest, Two Stump in Idaho, World's Edge in Maine, and Deep Waters in Ontario.
Learned Tobacco's Calm from Sera Follows-The-Tradewinds, Fostern Theurge of the Silent Striders.
Learned Sand in Shoes from Oath-Ring of the Get of Fenris.
Learned Talisman Dedication from Sera.
Learned Questing Stone from April Shifting Briar of the Black Furies.
Learned Contrition from Sue Stands-Between who was Rited at Golden Gate in San Francisco and is now a full member of the Hidden Walk.
Taught Sue Sand in Shoes.
Composed a satire putting haughty cubs in their place, though in reality it is mocking Wiser-Than-Owls, now called Red-Hands.
Composed a eulogy for April Shifting Briar's fallen pack.
Composed a boast to celebrate the Wendigo Cliath, Esther Kaganak, also called The Storm of the North who Strikes the True Enemy's Heart, the daughter of Anna Kaganak, The Wind That Blows Along The Shore, and cousin to Jacinta...(If I had her introduction I would add that in here too!)
Defended the tenement from an umbral incursion by geomids and pattern spiders.
Apologised to Little Silvertip who Mauls the Horned Serpent, Little Silvertip who Slays Carnage-Ikthya and his mate, Eclipse-Ikthya, Little Silvertip who Brings Back Light's Gift to the Wolf People, Fourth ranked warrior and Elder of Uktena's tribe, Pup of Driftwood Dances, Brother of Tempest's Wake, for calling him Lassie.
Loudly broadcasted news of the Hollow Man in the city. You know, the one that survived being squashed and set on fire... the one that was full of worms and spat acid.
Served at Moot, announcing its start with a drawn out and elaborate howl.
RP Hooks:[]
- Javid ran (may still) a message circuit out to Sept of the Ancient Giants in Redwood National Forest, Two Stump in Idaho, World's Edge in Maine, Deep Waters in Ontario, and is quiet willing to takes messages anywhere else upon request, within reason.
- Javid is (still) collecting stories of the Garou who died in defense of this Caern. @mails, pages, and RP (I would prefer RP!!!) would all be greatly appreciated. A bunch.