Post by Asphodel on Jun 18, 2012 20:25:02 GMT -5
The Alpha accepted her offer. As he swore to protect the forests, A small, tattoo-like mark appeared inside his right upper arm. It depicted a vine, sprouting leaves and dotted with a few flowers that resembled six-pointed stars. Asphodel. In wolf form, the mark wouldn't be visible through his fur, but would still be upon his skin.
"And I accept your vow on Mother's behalf. The mark upon your arm symbolizes your vow, and your strength." Now that this was done, and Asphodel had completed her duty, she could deal properly with the other one. Wild magic was a little unpredictable. It had an intelligence of it's own in a way, and there was almost always a reason for the perpetual unexpected happenings it produced.
She regarded the other one carefully.
The Alpha said she was not an enemy. Before Asphodel could pose the question to her, however, the Witchling spoke up. She was an ally. "You choose your allies well, Alpha," said Asphodel as she crossed to the red-haired one. Black eyes peered over the girl for one soul-searching moment.
"You are strong," Asphodel said approvingly, her voice lyrical and soothing. "Your strength is born of darkness, however. Not the darkness of evil, but of hardship. Your path has not been a kind one. I would give your soul peace, but fear that such peace might sap your strength. I warn you not to let the burdens of the past stop you from embracing the possibilities of the future." Again, Asphodel raised her hand, laying the palm lightly on the Witchling's forehead.
"As the Alpha's ally, you are also granted free passage here, for as long as you remain his ally." There were no other gifts offered, and Asphodel asked nothing of this one. The Alpha would require strong allies, like this witchling. Because no vow had been exchanged, the red-haired one did not receive a marking. She hoped that the woods would help restore this one's spirit.
One so young should not be so bitter.
"And I accept your vow on Mother's behalf. The mark upon your arm symbolizes your vow, and your strength." Now that this was done, and Asphodel had completed her duty, she could deal properly with the other one. Wild magic was a little unpredictable. It had an intelligence of it's own in a way, and there was almost always a reason for the perpetual unexpected happenings it produced.
She regarded the other one carefully.
The Alpha said she was not an enemy. Before Asphodel could pose the question to her, however, the Witchling spoke up. She was an ally. "You choose your allies well, Alpha," said Asphodel as she crossed to the red-haired one. Black eyes peered over the girl for one soul-searching moment.
"You are strong," Asphodel said approvingly, her voice lyrical and soothing. "Your strength is born of darkness, however. Not the darkness of evil, but of hardship. Your path has not been a kind one. I would give your soul peace, but fear that such peace might sap your strength. I warn you not to let the burdens of the past stop you from embracing the possibilities of the future." Again, Asphodel raised her hand, laying the palm lightly on the Witchling's forehead.
"As the Alpha's ally, you are also granted free passage here, for as long as you remain his ally." There were no other gifts offered, and Asphodel asked nothing of this one. The Alpha would require strong allies, like this witchling. Because no vow had been exchanged, the red-haired one did not receive a marking. She hoped that the woods would help restore this one's spirit.
One so young should not be so bitter.