IC: EVENT

[bossman]

A TERRIBLE THING IS HAPPENING

reference books detailing myths and legends stolen from libraries...
wikipedia pages wiped clean from the face of the internet...
ancient stained glass windows smashed and destroyed...
historical research centers burnt to the ground...

Someone out there is trying very, very hard to erase all of the possible sources of power and belief of the ancient gods and goddesses. And it hurts. Whilst the powers of the minders are unharmed by the attacks, the gods and goddesses will be certainly feeling the toll: it's now painfully clear that even the simplest of miracles are now becoming almost impossible to perform.

deities, you had better have gifted your minders with some decent blessings! Because now you're going to rely on them more than ever. Someone is out to get you.

Comments

[assailant]

[ The sounds that Fenrir's making are just that — sounds — and although empathy or something like it gives each of those noises a feeling or sentiment, Polly can't quite understand what it all means. She pats the side of his neck, rubbing at the thick fur for a moment, her attention turned away to the door of the apartment. Maybe she should call Kelly but then decides against it. If she was going to be a master one day then she needed to learn this shit, right? How to look after Fen, how to make her own decisions. ]

Okay, okay, [ Polly Q murmurs and it's as much to him as it is to herself.

Dipping her head low, her shoulders lift up behind her — lift then narrow then grow thick with bristling white and brown fur. A girl, then a wolf-girl, then simply a wolf. Tipping her head back she gives a mournful little howl.

Hurry the fuck back, Kelly. ]

[vanagandr]

[ One day she'll be able to transform faster -- not as seamlessly as Fenrir can on a normal day, Fenrir who can be on two legs one minute and then four as soon as you blink -- but without much of an in-between. It amuses him, in some ways, to know that he and his have caused a great deal of speculation, legends about werewolves and the like. He doesn't think about it now, though, the wolf watching as she changes with a tilted head.

And then she's a wolf, and Fenrir's tail starts to wag -- slowly at first, but soon it's going back and forth and he's jumping toward her to lick her face. She's pack and she's here and like this she can understand him, he knows it. But first he needs to get his relief out, so there's licking and nuzzling and tail wagging. ]