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Post by rosenrot on Nov 4, 2020 7:54:23 GMT
Arne took a deep breath as he stepped out that piece of shit of a Caravan that he could afford to rent. It is truth that he's picked it for comfort over eficiency, which was never his priority, but this was somewhat a unique situation. He was trully giving his best, but... He just was terrible at this - and he needed to find a solution fast. Arne searched through the clouds for the waning crescent moon he knew, was lurking. They rolled over wide fields sheeted by the chilling fog of early hours. A shiver brought by the cooling adrenalin on his veins made that he'd finally face his shaky hands... They bothered him far more than the blood running hot from the wide-open claw wounds slashing his arms, where he'd have used them to shield himself. Or, the mauling at his shoulder which got to be ''this close'' to his throat.
No. These shaky hands meant something far more dangerous than hurt - they meant weakness: uncertainty, that prevented him from acting. For fear of making the wrong move, now.
'At this rate she'll fucking kill me'. He thought to himself as he glanced over his shoulder to the piece of shit Caravan. Aime was lying inside - For the second time in three days she have lost her shit over him. Now, she was all out of rage and knocked out cold. But there was still a couple of days until the moon leaves the skies... And she needed a urgent care he couldn't give. What did he know about early shifters? What the hell could he know of what she's done when blinded by the frenzy of her first change? Sometimes you had to accept you are a idiot standing in the way of making things right...
He paced around till he found the handrolled cigarette he's dropped earlier, before he said, or done, or breathe a way to set her off. And after picking it up from the damaged grass he got to drag the smoke in satisfyingly. When Arne got back into the vehicle the sun was casting its first rays of light. He's washed and cared for his wounds as much as possible on the circunstances given, but he felt the clock was ticking and he needed to be on the move.
When Arne got the loud gears of that clumsy junkyard running, he knew where to go: Somewhere maybe 600 kilometers away, at least through these shitty little roads out of the main highways where control was a very real possibility. It was a place in Toscany -''The Mother's gift'. A healing sept disguised as orphanage, plagued with Furies and tree-huggers who once, Arne has made his living goal to disgust.
Karma could really be a bitch after all.
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Post by BadWolf on Nov 4, 2020 12:01:35 GMT
Arne will not find any real obstacles on the long winding roads towards his destination. Soon there will be even less buildings around, the crappy roads will become even worse.. but the view of nature will improve.. if he cares about that. The sun was fighting the clouds to come through, the cold fog slowly going away revealing the yellow and green fields that filled the hills with the old caste like villages on their tops.
As Arne follows the directions that he had to find the Sept, he will be forced to take a long lonely dirt road cutting two gigantic fields. To his left green and brown vineyard and to his right a silvery-green and gray field of wild looking olive trees. In the distance he can see a clear row of tall green trees creating a 'natural' border and a gate-like structure made of a sun-bitten brick build right on top of the road he was following.
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Post by rosenrot on Nov 5, 2020 8:29:09 GMT
Arne will be driving his renting junkyard through these little roads, and the charming european sights will become somewhat therapeutical. There was a part of him that'd be happy to be away from America for once, and venture around these familiar and old grounds was at least, a pleasure. There was something simple and rudimentary about driving that Arne liked: One only got to keep his eyes on the road, and push forward, keep moving. Eventually they will get there. Or that's what he was telling himself not to let his mind spiral. It was useless to allow that to happen. He doesn't need a radio right now but, he could use some coffee. Latelly he's had so little sleep... Still stopping wasn't a option. Once in a while he glances above his shoulder to check up on the sleeping beast which convieniently seemed to be still out cold - or she was awake and trapped on the silent and furious contemplation as it was her way these days. That shit was unbearable to see. Watching these green trees and the gate like structure finaly emerging ahead, he pushes the accelerator pedal slightly. 'There is the sept.'
Wasn't it...? He thought he knew that brick top.
He'd soon find out.
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Post by BadWolf on Nov 5, 2020 9:03:52 GMT
The gate he approached was a simple, old one. Just an castle like arch with a view platform on top. Even the entrance was wide open besides a man that come out from behind the wall to stand in the middle of Arne's way, in attempt to stop him. The trees that walled off the rest of the land behind them seemed way too dense on the bottom, unnaturally even, making it difficult to pass if one wanted to sneak past the gate that way. The Fenrir can feel it deep inside that there is more to them then a naked eye can see.
The man on the road was also... pretty simple. Short, brown eyed, black haired stereotypical Italian guy with his 10 days unshaven beard covering his whole neck. He was wearing a private security guard outfit with some Italian name Arne would never heard of. He will approach driver's window when the caravan finally stops. ((If Arne didn't stop and kept going the caravan will stop anyway after passing a meter of the gate. Like it run out of fuel or something out of spite)).
The guard will raise a furry eyebrow at the sight of Arne, trying his best to see as much he could from the window.. but being short and the caravan so tall.. that was pretty foolish try. "Questa è una proprietà privata .. qual è lo scopo della tua visita? O ti sei perso?"
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Post by rosenrot on Nov 5, 2020 10:33:29 GMT
Arne would have slowed down and stopped the caravan once it reaches the gates. He rolls down the window but, as he leans through it and barelly can see the guard... He just opens the door and steps out.
Standing tall, and somewhat stretching after that long drive.... Arne releases a sigh at his question in Italian - He might have known the basics of the language one day, but now, it escapes him.
'Porco dio'. The Fenris simply spreads his hands as if to show himself. Letting the mauling on his forearms and shoulder speak. His clothes aren't ripped but they'd have soaked some of the healing blood-water where the raw flesh is. He hoped they'd convince the little man that they didnt need to waste time chatting here:
- ''Servus.'' German could do it. Maybe. It was more common to find Italians who speak or at least understand some ''Tedesco'' than Englisch. ''Ich habe einen Notfall. Meine Tochter braucht hilfe.'' He indicates the caravan to make his point.
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Post by BadWolf on Nov 5, 2020 11:58:27 GMT
The little guard man stepped away when Arne stepped out of the vehicle. Hearing German being spoken the guy's face grimaced like he just bit into those candies that have a hidden sour center. He quickly examine the Fenrir, definitely noticing the wounds before leaning around him when the caravan was indicated. He stayed silent for a moment before nodding. "Va bene. Torna al veicolo e segui la strada davanti a te." The guard pointed at the road past the gate that Arne now can see leaded between one more stretch of overgrown, some kind of wheat field, towards a big mass of brick old looking structures past it. "Ci saranno guardie che ti scortano, per favore non allontanarti. Lo sapremo." And with that he stepped away and brought two fingers towards his mouth and let a loud whistle. Then once more indicating to Arne with a finger to take the caravan and move along. When Arne do move the junkyard vehicle ahead, he will soon see some movement in the wheat nearby. If he pays enough attention he will see that there is two lupus running on both sides of his car, escorting him towards the destination. Arne's military trained eye can also see that there is some watch towers hidden between the fields.. the fields that does not only provide whatever fruit they may bear, but also as a stretch of land that would be quite difficult to pass unnoticed if someone were to break into the land. But that last security check was not long as soon he will arrive to a big yard of the farm or... monastery looking building. At the big parking lot he could see some people going about their business, some kids playing tag in the distance, a wolf cub biting playfully at their ankles. At the far right of the parking lot a black beaten up van, with its sides covered by black trash bags and duct tape, it's doors open and a blonde man and a dark haired woman exchanging some crates. The wolves that followed Arne stopped when he did, one of them let a short howl, announcing their presence. And soon a woman holding a net bag fulled with random items and herbs came out of the main building, obviously waiting for Arne and whatever case he brought to her.
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Post by rosenrot on Nov 5, 2020 14:28:46 GMT
Arne didn't care for that reaction to his mother language. He glanced towards the indicated path and nodded at the end of the guards instructions.
- "ich danke dir."
Returning to the caravan he closes the door and follows that path. Noticing the two wolves he will keep the vehicle steady and follow their lead on a reasonable speed.
It has been so long since he's been to these parts, and they've clearly changed things around here. The improvement on security, these watch towers... So much for "kindness is the strongest weapon", or whatever bullshit they've given his elders back than. If only they'd have listened, before they failed.
These thoughts wash in and it feels like they hit Arne in the guts with a bitter stung. Rage crawls under his skin before he shrugs it off for Aime's sake. At this moment, they needed it here.
Arne will drive towards the monastery like construction and there, he'll stop the Caravan between the two wolves, killing the engines and stepping out once again. He glances around his surroundings taking it all in: the children playing, the shit chatting, all this harvesting and coexisting on this somewhat peaceful atmosphere. It sure seemed like a world split apart from all that is outside its walls.
This would have to do it.
He turns to see the woman with the net bag, and he starts approaching her too.
- "Is this the 'The Mother's gift?' Sept?" - Arne asks in Garou.
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Post by BadWolf on Nov 5, 2020 14:52:41 GMT
"G>Only for those who seek it." The woman spoke with a silk soft voice. She looked at him, then at the wolf that stayed close by. She told it something in their language that make the wolf nod slightly then run off with his partner, back towards the borders. The woman then turned her full attention at Arne. "G>Are you here to treat your wounds? Or it is something more that made the child of the Great savage Wolf to reach for the embrace of the kind Mother?" Yeah, Arne is definitely in the right place. There was some glances at him, but it seems that people here have used to guests like this. Except the blonde guy, that finished his carrying and now just waited leaned against his van, watching curiously at Arne.
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Post by rosenrot on Nov 5, 2020 16:32:48 GMT
Arne has followed the two wolves with his eyeballs. For a moment, wary that they may circle him... But he relaxes when they simply return to their duty. So he watches the woman sorelly, curious at meanings disguised on her words. And he can't help but to grin at that question.
He will than step forward to speak directly with her, as there are eyes on them:
- "My 10 years old is inside that caravan. She's a early shifter... It happened a few months ago, under tragic circunstances that aren't all that clear to me."
Arne extends both his forearms to show the woman the deep claw wounds still lingering there.
- "I can't help her." and the Fenris directs his intense, icy stare into the woman's eyes, so she knows how seriously he means to ask her this: "Can you? "
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Post by BadWolf on Nov 5, 2020 17:12:05 GMT
The woman looked back at Arne's icy eyes like looking for something more then seriousness. She took a long breath, turning her eyes at his wounds. "G> I can help only those who do want to help themselves." She said, in a tone like she was following a guide on how to reply questions like this. But when she looked back into the Fenrir's eyes he could feel like she is honest with him. That there was a sympathy inside of her.
"G>Did she did this to you? Those seem fresh. If she turned few months ago.. she should have some control by now." That last bit... was said a bit off, more like an accusation, even if it was in best intentions.
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Post by rosenrot on Nov 6, 2020 9:59:48 GMT
Arne nodded to answer her question, and after he glances back at the Caravan somewhat concerned, he says at a helpless tone. -'' Tell me something I don't know.''
He takes a deep breath so to explain the situation, not really taking that accusation tone to heart - if anything, the woman was right:
- ''She frenzied on me twice the last three days. Right now, it's her moon so it's worse. But on every other day she's apathetic... She barelly says a word or does anything until she lashes out again.''
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Post by BadWolf on Nov 6, 2020 11:01:43 GMT
The woman nodded seeming to consider things for a moment. "G> 10 year old.. and early shifter yes? So, we talk about a homid, yes?" She started slowly moving past Arne towards the caravan, but not going to close without an invitation. "G>What about a Sept? Pack? Family? Mother?" She fired the questions like she was mentally ticking a form or a document.
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Post by rosenrot on Nov 6, 2020 11:44:10 GMT
- ''Yes, she is Homid.''
Arne acompanies the woman to the caravan and lies a hand at the handle of the door leading inside the "living" part of it. But, for now he simply stands there. - "This subject is the sore spot of the whole matter. It is a long story, I'd rather explain privately another time." He turns the knob but doesn't open it just yet. "For the moment don't mention it." Arne than steps into the caravan. -"Please wait here."
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Post by BadWolf on Nov 6, 2020 11:54:15 GMT
The woman does respect the personal space of the Fenrir and the caravan, so when Arne stops with his hand on the handle of the caravan, she waits patiently. She did open her mouth as to say something but then she simply nodded. "G>Yes, but the another time will needs to be soon."
She made a respectful step back when Arne told her to wait. While Arne is inside, he can hear the woman talking with someone.. but there will be no one there when he finally steps out again.
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Post by rosenrot on Nov 6, 2020 15:03:37 GMT
Arne spends about five minutes inside. After that, the submarine-like door of the caravan goes open again. Arne comes out leaving the door way free. (He'd glance around to search for whoever she was speaking to.)
- "She is awake." He motions towards the door as a invitation for her to go in. "... Her name is Aime. "
The caravan interior is simple, but comfortable. It has two single beds at each side, a fridge attached between what could be wardrobe doors. But, no kitchen. There's not much stuff lying around besides some food packages and clothes. Still the place is somewhat clean, even if it smells like a teenager have been inside the whole day in addition to some sort of strong cleaning product ...
Aime is sitting on the bed to the left over a pile of blankets. Her legs are crossed. She wears matching pijamas but unmatching socks. There's a unkempt braid tying her hair backwards. She has a bottle of German labeled orange juice on her hands, and she stares at the cap as she non excitedly plays with it.
She'd simply glance at the woman, without any sort of interest, if she will come in.
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Post by BadWolf on Nov 6, 2020 16:17:56 GMT
When Arne looked around he can see that the blonde guy is even closer, maybe the curiosity is getting the best of him, or he is protective over the woman that without a second thought enters a caravan of a stranger nazi looking guy. Speaking of, that man does have obvious German roots.. and a Fenrir pure-breed of some degree.. although, Arne would probably be able to eat this guy for breakfast really. He is tall but non-impressive body structure, wearing a long brown aviator scarf covering his neck. If the Ahroun Fenrir look at him for longer he will smile and two-finger salute him. The woman will indeed come in, but stop next to Arne. "G>What language she speaks? English could do?"She will wait for a response before moving forward. She moves slowly in the rather tight space of the caravan and when she is close to Aime she will offer her a warm smile and crouch to be on the same, or lower level then the 10 year old. "Hello there." She will say in English, although it is pretty heavy with Italian accent. "I'm Sophia Bianchi, but you can call me Sophie... would you mind sharing your name with me sweety?"
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Post by rosenrot on Nov 6, 2020 20:54:04 GMT
- ''English is good.'' Arne answers on the language quoted. He remains by the door outside once Sophie walks in, leaning against it's side over the caravan's cold surface. The door is kept open just in case. Arne folds his arms, and sighs deeply as if it would reboot his system. Once again he exchange looks with the other blond man. 'At least pay me a fucking coffee if you will be staring'. The Fenris upperlip curl with a little annoyance, but he'll nod briefly out of politeness to the salute.
Aime doesn't flinch, or tries to move away from Sophie when she approaches. She simply proceeds to peel out the label on the juice bottle. Her brows are furred though, when she sidelooks at Sophie and her greetings.
''.... You know my name.'' Aime says softly, again staring at the bottle, and flicking out sticky pieces from the juice's label out her nails. ''...I heard.''
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Post by BadWolf on Nov 6, 2020 21:09:22 GMT
Sophie smiled at that answer, almost pleased by that responce. She looked at the bottle and the pieces of paper dropped on the floor then back at Aime. "Yes. Indeed. But.. It would be rude to use a knowledge that someone else give you. I want you to willingly share it. Besides, you may want to be called differently.. and how would I know that if I didn't ask you?"
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Post by rosenrot on Nov 6, 2020 21:59:26 GMT
Aime sniffles, now twisting and folding the piece of paper she successfully peeled off from the bottle as if she was trying to come up with some sort of origami.
She shrugs at that Sophie's words. A childish sort of shrug from someone who don't quite understand what was just explained.
- "Why are you talking to me?" it's probably something she really wants to know, because she looks up briefly, to ask.
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Post by BadWolf on Nov 6, 2020 22:11:26 GMT
"Because.." The woman was clearly looking for the best way to approach the little girl as best she could. "I would like to know you a little bit. Your father said that sometimes you two are fighting?"
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Post by rosenrot on Nov 7, 2020 11:37:25 GMT
These words cause Aime to look away and it seems like her face swells from the inside out, and she's trying to keep it in place. She frowns and her whole body tenses, but the fingers continue to play restlessly with the little patches of sticky paper. She says nothing.
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Post by BadWolf on Nov 7, 2020 13:59:49 GMT
The woman was clearly scanning all the small movements Aime was making and let a small sigh before she get up. "Alright. I will leave you be, but if you will want to talk about anything.. And i mean anything, know that I will be always here to listen." She get up, waiting a moment for a response, but not really expecting one. She then slowly moved away and out of the caravan, to meet once more with Arne. "The cub needs more social interactions with her kind. And training so she may understand a little more about the changes and her life from now on. Especially if she has aggressive tendencies. Which do seem to be directed towards you." The woman seemed less and less sympathetic by the minute. Like a psychologist that started the session after a friendly tea with the client. "We will be able to help her, if you decide so, but she will need to stay here for a while."
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Post by rosenrot on Nov 8, 2020 7:57:22 GMT
Aime tries to flick off another piece of paper away, but it remains stuck to her nail.... She nods to Sophie, clearly don't meaning anything by that.
Arne is still leaning against the door of the Caravan, as if ready to react to whatever happens - inside or outside - like a bouncer. He will stand straight and face Sophie, hearing she's coming out. There's a expectation on his eyes like when you're waiting to hear the diagnostic from a doctor.
- ''It's good you can help her.'' - He says after considering the words spoken. In the end, they can help Aime. it was all that mattered.
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Post by BadWolf on Nov 8, 2020 11:28:33 GMT
"We will prepare a room for her." The woman nodded towards Arne then started moving away from the caravan. "My name, Sophia Bianchi. Also known as Mother's Shield and Soft Judgement. Elder, although a winter wolf Philodox of the Children of Gaia, Beta and Keeper of this Sept." She said with a wave of her hand towards the yard. "You are free to stay for a bit, although you will have to excuse the state of ours. It is quite busy and difficult lately. Margaret, the Den Parent will arrive to take more care of your girl, and ask whatever she may need to know. What was the last time you partake in Cleansing if may I ask?"
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Post by rosenrot on Nov 9, 2020 7:05:46 GMT
- ''I am Sturmfront, Arne Netzer. Menschgeboren, Athro Ahroun and Get of Fenris from the Alm Sonnenschein.'' Arne glances towards the yard and nods... He can't really remember when they've been cleansed last. Maybe still in Seattle? - '' ... It has been a while.''
He didn't need any apologies, but 'the states of ours?' 'Busy and difficult lately?' That was worthy looking up, giving their historic of simply 'losing' young girls they promise to heal. Arne catches up with Sophie as she moves away from the Caravan, not quite letting that comment go without answers .''- Why is it difficult latelly?''
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