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Adamant Whisper of the Winter Moon
Game: Better from Here, GMed by Kalisara
Caste: Twilight
Nature: Judge
Picture: http:/TigerGirlWeb.jpg
Concept: Wolf-girl Guardian Angel
Anima: Complex Knotwork Design of the Joined Sun and Moon
Str 3
Dex 4
Stm 2
Chr 3
Man 2
App 2
Per 4
Int 4
Wts 3
Lore 3
Investigation 1
Medicine 5
Occult 2
Survival 5
Archery 5
Stealth 3
Melee 1
Awareness 4
Linguistics 1 (Native: Woodtongue, Rivertongue)
Athletics 1
Socialize 1
Ride 1
Backgrounds:
Familiar 4 (Black wolf. One of her brothers, Song of Shadows)
Artifact 3 (Short Powerbow: Ebony & Moonsilver - Sorrow's Heart, Hearthstone Bracers)
Reputation 1 (Silver Pact: Ebon Night's daughter)
Allies 2 (Voice of the Ebon Night)
Resources 2
Manse 2 (Earth & Wood: Stone of Comfort & Stone of Shelter)
Willpower 6
Essence 2
Compassion 3
Conviction 2
Valor 2
Temperance 2
Break: Compassion
Flaw: Compassionate Martyrdom
Merits & Flaws:
Past Lives (3)
Distinctive Appearance: Golden eyes - Distinctly "Wolfie" (1)
Charms:
Hardship Surviving Mendicant Spirit
Trackless Region Navigation Charm
Unshakeable Bloodhound Technique
Graceful Crane Stance
Integrity-Protecting Prana
Body-Mending Meditation
Flawless Diagnosis Technique
Aliment-Rectifying Method
Contagion-Curing Touch
Touch of Blissful Release
Fun with Whisper... in classic Splatbook style~
Whisper speaks for herself
"Ha! Who am I? What kind of question is that? ... I'm your guardian angel! Now be still. If you don’t stop squirming this dressing isn’t going to hold and
you’ll end up bleeding all over the place again… There. See? ‘Not so bad…
You’ll probably have a scar when this heals, but it’ll just make you look
tougher.
“I’m not going to ask how you ended up way out here all by yourself, or what
made you think that taking on a horned hunter with a short sword was a *good*
idea… but you’re lucky my brother spotted you when he did. You’d have been that
thing’s breakfast in another minute or two… You know why it attacked you, don’t
you? [laughs] No… It wasn’t after your food. They don’t like bread… They may look
like deer, but the Horned Ones only eat meat… You just got too close to her
fawns.
“Oh, you’d be surprised what the forest’s mothers are willing to do for their
children... I know one who even gave her daughter to a townswoman to raise,
because she wanted the child to know what civilized life was like. She wanted
her child to learn everything that the village could teach before she took her
daughter back to the wild places and taught her the things that the forest
knows. [smiles] What? You think growing up in River’s End makes me any less
dangerous than a “real” barbarian? … Don’t worry. I’m not going to do anything
terrible to you just because you’re from the city. Didn’t I just spend an hour
trying to heal you?
“Now, you stay here and rest… and no moving around! I mean it! … I’m going to
go find us something to eat. That bread of yours is ruined, and it's not very
good for mending wounds anyway… Shadow will stay with you. He won’t let
anything hurt you… It’s okay. You’ll be alright. I promise… You have a guardian
angel, remember?”
Song of Shadows introduces himself and his sister
“So I am to watch over you am I, city-bred ward of my two-pawed sister?… You
can not understand me, can you? You think that I am… what? My sister’s hunting
dog? ‘Typical human... You see but do not understand. You hear but do not
listen… I will prevent the forest spirits and their mortal kin from taking you
for her sake, but don’t think for a moment that I’m not watching you as well.
If you intend her harm, I’ll finish what the horned doe started, I promise you.
“Our mother took me to that place called River’s End, and left me at Whisper’s
side when we were both no more than pups. ‘Youngest son, you will be her guide
and her companion,’ she said to me. ‘You will walk beside her, because no wolf
of our pack should walk alone.’ And so I have, for many summers. When our
mother came for us and we returned to the quiet places of the forest, I stayed
with her… When the Changing One defied our mother’s borders and she was touched
by the light of the Undying Sun, I stood with her against those who challenged
us… and now that we wander far from our pack’s home to find other children of
the Sun and Moon, I walk beside her still. We are Moon-born. Brother and
sister. Pack-mates and friends.
“You, on the other hand, are only human…”
Voice of the Ebon Night discusses her daughter
“Was it wrong of me to leave her so long in the care of her father’s people, or
to wish her to know the ways of two worlds? Is that why she was chosen by the
Sun and not the Moon? To thwart a mother’s foolish pride? … I don’t know… But
what’s done is done, and she’s still my daughter. She is still Moon-born… Who
are they to call her less my child today than she was yesterday? ... I am not
amused by their whimpering.
“Why did I send her away from my territory, then? Why do I allow her to face
the fury of the Hunt and the dangers of a world that has forgotten the light of
her kind? Because I couldn’t stop her… and wouldn’t, even if I could. No wolf
was meant to walk alone, and she must find her own pack. They call to her… I’ve
seen it in her eyes and in her dreams. The ancient voices of her Sun Chosen
brothers and sisters are waiting, and they lead her away from this place. Who
am I to stand in her way? … It’s time for the pup to leave the den.”
Her Manse:
The Grove of the Earth's Brothers
It was good to run.
Song of Shadows followed his sister along the rocky margin of the stream with
easy, loping strides, sorting the scents in the air as he passed. Summer rain
and green forest, red deer and hunting cat… Nothing that would stand in their
way… No taint of blood or smell of brimstone, and no sign of the demon that
they had driven away the night before.
“Look! There’s another one!” Whisper pointed out a shattered white obelisk
resting at odd angles on the far bank. Leaping from stone to stone across the
water to reach it, she paused and quickly began pulling handfuls of lichen and
fern away to reveal the complex symbol underneath. Shadows cautiously sniffed
the familiar design of the golden sun and the silver moon when he reached it,
then nodded. “It is the same,” he said.
“Now I know we’re going in the right direction! I saw these… Five of them… Set
out like way-markers along the path.” The girl grinned and stepped back.
“Mother was right. They weren’t just dreams, were they? The place I saw was
real… Come on!”
She set off running again, and the black wolf followed.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“This is it, Shadows… This is the fifth marker.” Whisper carefully cleared
green moss from a tall slab of stone, tracing the symbol it bore. “This is the
place… We’re here.”
“We should not be, my sister.” The black wolf stood with his ears flat and his
fur bristling, looking from one great tree to the next. It was dark and
absolutely silent beneath their boughs, and the thought of passing under them made every hair stand on end. Instinct screamed for him to go… To take his sister
away from here… To leave and not return. “They are powerful and they do not
welcome us.”
“They’ve forgotten,” Whisper said, shaking her head. “They don’t remember who
we are. It’s been so long… We have to remind them.”
Without fear, she stood and let the blessing of the sun wash over her in a
gentle, rippling play of pale gold and moon white, and she began following the
half-buried path that led between the ancient evergreens. As she passed each
tree she laid a hand on its broad trunk and she spoke a name. “Teda… Yuan…
Lian… Oja… You know who I am… Remember me.” As she walked she let her essence
touch them and surround them, and they were reminded of what they were… and of
the presence of the one whose hands had planted them and whose voice had named
them so long ago. “Mura… Hitani… Sayada… Fien… I’ve come back to you.”
The night passed and the sun rose before Adamant Whisper and her brother had passed every tree, and at
last they came to the heart of the forest manse… A circle of five weathered, white
stones and five towering cedars, even more ancient than the rest. As
the Twilight touched each of these and spoke its name, symbols in the oldest of
tongues shifted over their rough bark, and high overhead
their branches whispered. “Harusame… Kaminari… Shuushoku…
Kazahana… And the first one. The one that I planted here on the day that
the Great War was won... Hatsuhi... ‘First Sunrise’.”
As she touched and named the last and oldest tree the air around the two
Moon-born lightened, and in his bones Song of Shadows felt something change.
“They have accepted us,” he said.
... and Whisper smiled. “They've remembered.”
