The Sentinels in the darkening of the year

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in the darkening of the year - Emaleth - October 25, 2016

Welcome to Donnelaith's Samhain celebration and ritual! This officially takes place on October 31 in character, and attendance is mandatory; failure to participate could negatively impact your character's rank in the pack, unless you are marked absent. Rounds will last 5 days, or until everyone has posted.

You can assume that Emaleth or Deirdre spoke to your character prior to this event about bringing a token to honor any ancestors your character wishes to. It's up to you how fully your character participates and believes in the events/effects of the ritual.

To learn more about Samhain, which is a holiday celebrated by real life pagan religions, you can take a look at this article, written by a minister of a pagan church.

@Deirdre @Cas @Starbuck @Flaris @Lærke @Lotte @Eilidh @Winchester

It was fitting that they would celebrate Samhain near Lasher's grave, its fairy circle visible through the trees at Emaleth's back. She had gathered an altar— a blanket of fallen leaves, dark stones, the skull of a deer the pack had eaten long ago— delicately placed to the side, where others might come and offer their gifts and pray to their ancestral spirits. It was a cool night, with dusk coming swiftly, and Emaleth felt at ease. This was her element, the missing piece of herself; what she thought she had lost with her father's passing. She expected to be nervous, to lead these wolves that were yet strange to her in a sacred ritual, but the dark witch felt wild energies alive in the wind and a cool confidence.

She lifted her head, calling forth her sister's wolves; the new generation of Donnelaith. Not of blood, but perhaps of bonded souls and spirit. She bid they come with their gifts, and gather here with her, for there was magick to be worked and ghosts to speak to.

RE: in the darkening of the year - Deirdre - October 25, 2016

she had not been far from her fathers grave. she could feel the breath of death, but it was not so terrible as it had been on the day that the mayfair patriarch had been taken from them. it had come to take its harvest, and deirdre watched much of what she had grown fall into a wintersleep. it is not the killing blow, she heard the wind whisper as the reapers scythe brushed o'er the heads of her flowers, they will keep warm beneath the earth, as the bears would; they will return! and on this day, the day so recently near to their passing, she imagined the song of all of the dead coming to her with the autumn wind.

her sisters summons was heeded by the witch queen, who moved through the wood silently, slowly. she had betwixt her lips dried herbs to offer those that had passed and for those that lingered. she carried also with her a small wreath that the birds had fashioned for her; autumnal things lined it, and it was but a small trinket that expressed the devotion of the woodfolk. these she placed near the alter emaleth had created, and then moved to stand alongside her. deirdre's emerald eyes were warm, but she kept to her silence. this eve, emaleth would lead this ritual--her younger sister harbored no doubts in her heart toward her sisters power, that had been, until now, obscured, by her sisters own will, to others.

RE: in the darkening of the year - Cas - October 28, 2016

He did not believe in rituals. False gods never offered their protection, they evoked wraith and pestilence, and Castiel could hear his father's voice as he laid out the edicts. He could remember his mother's gentle lessons, protecting her children from what she had thought were the greatest risks. He had been raised for the family, protective of his people and their purpose but this was something different. The two witches that lead the forest had changed much in their brief time of leading. Castiel reached over to nudge @Winchester gently, his attentions turning from the dark male as they walked to forest to head towards the summons.

He brought nothing, unfamiliar and uncomfortable with the premise of rituals and worship of things he did not feel in his soul. He did linger, not in the way, for anyone who might actually want to openly participate.

RE: in the darkening of the year - Flaris I - October 31, 2016

Flaris, not unlike Cas, was neither a wolf of ritual or of sound religion. He believed in physical things— of affection and love and the duty that accompanied such feelings. He minded the spirit and treated souls with tender thoughts, but he had never worshiped anything, or believed too much that many things existed beyond the corporeal. Still, being a part of Donnelaith, he would respect their "traditions"; their wishes. And when asked to bring something, before at last being called as a pack to observe the pagan ritual, he obeyed without protest. It was not his position to judge, only to ensure their desires were achieved.

He arrived, tentative and slow, with an uneaten rabbit clutched loosely in his jaws. In his head there was no true significance for his choice of gift, but he was a decent hunter and thought that his most useful skill put to use was blessing and thanks enough to whatever spirit they honored that evening. He deposited the body at the altar, to rot there and be returned to the earth; to run forever in a realm none of them could see. Bobbing his head to Emaleth, at the helm, and then to Deirdre, he pressed himself backwards, giving them a soft girth so that he could sit back and listen.

RE: in the darkening of the year - Emaleth - November 01, 2016

@Lærkee @Eilidh @Winchester — Please make sure to join this round. <3
@Lotte — We're aware of your absence, I'll assume that Lotte joined on time in this post.
@Starbuck — We're aware that IC events will keep you from joining the ritual. :)

Next round will be posted on November 5, or when everyone has responded. For the sake of timing, there is no post order.

Deirdre joined the space at her side, as Emaleth knew she would, and the pair waited for their wolves to join as silence fell over the forest once more. Her heart thrummed nervously in her chest, suddenly paralyzed by fear that none would answer her call— she was not queen, nor was she particularly close to their followers— but the first arrived, and then the second, and for a brief moment she relaxed. When more minutes passed, and no more came or sang of their intent to join the group, her mismatched eyes glanced at Deirdre in uncertainty. Should she continue, or should she wait a few breaths more...? When a fourth— Lotte— joined in silence, the dark witch was decided.

"It is Samhain night," she began, "a time to honor our dead and usher in a blessed new year." This was Deirdre's blood, her blood, the teachings of Donnelaith's patriarchy, their father. It had always been present in them, and they would hold tightly to it even with the influx of new blood. She would not demand they believe, but she would demand that they respect the past and the pack's origins. "The gifts you have brought are in remembrance of those we have lost; fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers, lovers and friends. You honor their memory, and on their behalf, I thank you. Hear these words, and remember those you have loved and lost. Feel their breath in the wind, their voice in the whisper of leaves, their heartbeat in yours." She was not an orator, like her father or Deirdre— but she knew song, and after allowing a moment for those before her to consider those words, she began to sing.

"Spirits of my fathers and mothers, I call to you,
and welcome you to join me for this night.
You watch over me always,
protecting and guiding me,
and tonight I thank you.
Your blood runs in my veins,
your spirit is in my heart,
your memories are in my soul.

With the gift of remembrance.
I remember all of you.
You are dead but never forgotten,
and you live on within me,
and within those who are yet to come."

When the last note fell from her lips, she fell silent for a moment once more. She was young, and she had never led a ritual before— especially not before those that were not raised as she had been. Her nerves would be clear, but still she pressed on, for who could deny the importance of remembering one's past? "If you are comfortable doing so," she invited quietly, "please share the names of those you remember tonight, and perhaps some words so that we might know them, too." There was only one name on Emaleth's heart, and she knew that Deirdre would share it— and so she fell to silence, allowing space for others to speak up.

RE: in the darkening of the year - Eilidh - November 03, 2016

Eilidh had been far removed from pack life for many months now. There was little that could return her to the previous spark of herself, and she knew it. Communicating with the dead was not one of those ways, try as she might in the darkest corners of her den. But as she was a creature of habit, she gathered a squirrel skull she'd been hoarding and delicately carried it toward her father's grave. She was late, but that did not bother her; nothing seemed to bother her anymore. She heard the tail-end of Emaleth's speech and subsequent prayer, but she did not join in.

Instead, the wraith deposited her skull upon her father's very grave, bent to kiss the earth with a quiet prayer of her own, and retreated. She paused at the edge of the clearing, standing in shadow, and turned to look at her siblings. They were young and untried, untested against the world. Whatever had Aria and Constantine been thinking? These girls were just that: children. They knew nothing of the world, of the hardships it offered, of the ways in which wolves would ingratiate themselves into your lives, and leave you broken. Eilidh dipped her head to her sisters before turning and never looking back. She walked through the woods of her youth one last time. When she reached the edge of the Sentinels, she pressed herself against the tallest tree, and breathed in its beauty one last time.

Then Eilidh Mayfair left Donnelaith in search of something else. Something new to fill the void that had grown within her heart.

RE: in the darkening of the year - Deirdre - November 03, 2016

flaris had come, as had castiel. deirdre was thankful for them, as well as the robust lotte who had arrived soon after the warrior had. starbuck she did not see, and this worried her--she had been meant to return this day, and now it was past that time. perhaps tomorrow she would come home to them, she hoped and fretted. emaleth knew of starbuck's brief departure, and so likely would share her fretting.

laerke and winchester had not arrived, and as emaleth spoke of what would be occurring this day, deirdre observed eilidh's ghost enter into the fold. her own emerald eyes brightened significantly at the sight of her--the last of the elder mayfair brood, the one that had decided to remain with them--and she solemnly observed her place the skull to the earth in offering. deirdre was happy for her being here, happy for--

eilidh turned to depart.

deirdre watched, and understood. she had in her no willpower to encourage her sister to remain here any longer. eilidh had endured enough, and had not emaleth herself left when she could not stand it here after their fathers death? not for an instant did deirdre allow herself to feel abandoned by her elders each. she was a child, true, but oh, certainly not untried! her mother had gone and had never returned to her, and next, her father. before even that casmir had left of his own volition, and after all this constantine had chosen to go with aria. deirdre knew plenty of hurting and loss, but those that had left her would never define her. her pain would not make her into who she was this day. for despite those losses, deirdre loved. she trusted. she kept her heart and mind open, and even as eilidh crossed the threshold, it remained this way. heal, eilidh, she encouraged with her mind, heal.

the eyes of her sister fell unto her. deirdre knew she must go first, and looked to her fathers grave with a deep sadness contouring her features. lasher mayfair, our father... she paused for a moment, looking to emaleth before continuing. he founded this place, and wished for it to know only peace. he was a good man, a kind man, who loved many, and who was loved in turn. she was silent, then, not wanting to say too much and wanting to hear the words of others. to know her wolves better would bring them closer, she hoped.

RE: in the darkening of the year - Cas - November 05, 2016

Castiel was quiet and respectful as the two women said their piece. The elder child had departed, only a mere figment amongst their ranks anyways from what the guardian had seen. He did not know that she was meaning to abandon their pack, but, had he any inkling he couldn't admit to the desire to stop her.She deserved that, after all, her choice. Castiel himself would never abandon his family but it was evident that Winchester was not there - he had not been for weeks.

He himself had been abandoned.

He bristled a bit, ears swiveling to take heed of what the two younger wolves were saying. If he wanted he was welcome to share the names of his fallen - but oh, he would take the night as his own then, he had lost so many. So many careless deaths and so many of his family he would never see again. He offered a small frown but did bow his head - quiet, respectful to his own customs and his own people and offered his thoughts in reverent prayer.

RE: in the darkening of the year - Emaleth - November 08, 2016

Sorry for the delay; wanted to give others more time to join & got distracted myself. Last round.

Her heart soared upon seeing Eilidh join them, and then faltered -- along with her words -- as the white ghost of Donnelaith disappeared through the trees. Emaleth felt her heart shatter, turning her head away from the small group that had gathered and to look upon Deirdre. As she knew her sister would, the forest's queen spoke of their father; simple, respectful. She could only bow her head in response, for there was little more to say, and allowed a few beats to pass for others to join if they wished.

When none did, the dark witch spoke once more, this time with a quiet intensity, "Though you do not speak of them, their souls and memories are welcome in Donnelaith, so long as they bring no harm with them."

She pushed a leaf forward from where it had been hidden in the shadows of her legs. It held a small gathering of seeds cupped within, and she offered, "This, too, is your choice. These are seeds of the morning glory, and their effects will aid you in seeing the spirits of your ancestors. You only need but a small mouthful."

Emaleth bowed her own head, taking perhaps a teaspoon of the seeds, and moved to allow others to come forward. "Remember them, honor them, and they will protect us. So mote it be." She knew her words had grown stale, choppy; her confidence had been shattered, her heart broken once more. With a bump of her muzzle beneath Deirdre's chin, the dark watcher of the forest left its wolves to do what they would.

RE: in the darkening of the year - Lotte - November 16, 2016

When Lærke did not appear, Lotte’s small, triangular ears fell back upon her crown, crestfallen. She found it difficult to immerse herself in the gathering — Marbas, little lion, I think you’d bring harm with you, she thought, her mind’s voice teasing and affectionate rather than chastising — but her eyes settled upon both sisters with fondness. Their closeness caught at Lotte’s heart; she looked at her side with a quick, involuntary motion, at the place Dagfinn always used to be, and wondered if she would ever be truly happy this far away from him. Bowing elegantly, she offered her respect to the wolves who loved and lived for the sanctuary of sequoias, moving forward just as Emaleth departed the scene. Still, she approached the málóid banríon with fondness, nosing against the underside of the younger female’s jaw in homage. “Your customs are beautiful, noitakuningatar,” she said honestly, for though she lacked her usual zeal, the hallowedness of the ceremony was not lost on her. Lotte opted not to partake of the morning glory seeds and melted into the shadows of the sequoias as silently as a ghost. She did not plan to go far, for she wished to speak with @Deirdre, but she equally did not wish to intrude upon her packmates’ spiritual experience.

RE: in the darkening of the year - Deirdre - November 23, 2016

whomever was with them offered their silent prayers, whose energies she felt in the hours air. she was thankful for those that had come to celebrate with them, and noted emaleths departure with disappointment filling her belly. still, she did not let that sour her own remebrances. thank you all, for coming, she said to the few that remained, once you are finished, you may go; i will stay a while longer... and she moved toward the alter, whispering words of closing. perhaps her father would go beyond the veil today, or perhaps he would decide to remain!