A spiral mood piece

[twicedead.livejournal.com]

as a brief aside, it's amazing how much more oWoD inspires me to write than nWoD.

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Spiral

Leap forth screaming. Shattered labyrinth. Shattering mind. Rebirth. Throat working. Stuttering into the dance. Each ear strains for the name. I saw the face. I fought the foe. I fought the face. I say the word. I name myself.

Gyre

Flesh pulls under the fingers, gun calluses over smooth thighs. Lust haze, head flung back. Gutter. Don’t stop, next one, find that place. Like heart stop. Shattered rib. Mine or theirs? It’ll heal. Don’t stop.

Twist

Run through night mid pack. Brother before. Sister behind. Lover in the pack. Hate - love him. Will kill. Tonight we hunt. Spirits flee before us. Fear rides before us. Dying flesh beneath paws. Feel the rot. Pain is terrible. End her suffering. How can they hate her so?

Vortex

Throat. Breathe light. Teeth drip poison. Breathe light. Skin burns. Show deference. Live. Breathe light. Throated.

Whirl

Find a hole in the howl. Fill it. Fill yourself. Be whole. Raise voice. Unity in difference. Trust in threat. Love in death.

Turn

Flesh tears under the claws, thighs tear under nail. Blood sprays in your eyes in another red haze. Don’t stop, next claw, find that place. Find heart stop. Shatter rib. Mine or theirs? The face was my own.

Rotate

Cat calls. Whippoorwill whistles. Wolf whines. Cacophony. Prey twists, turns and spirals. Already dead. Twist and turn around the prey. Those are our steps, to take them is to fall.

Spin

Dance into the rite. Wrong dance. Right dance. Left dance. Leap. Claws out. Blood flies as the whirl comes. Voices, hands, feet, paws give rhythm. The name on all the lips. My name. Once back more into the

Spiral

Comments

[ksirafai.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

I always was far too fond of the Chronicle of the Black Labyrinth. :)

[castorlion.livejournal.com]

I was slightly unconvinced by the appearance of Edmund Blackadder, personally...

[twicedead.livejournal.com]

That was just a couple of lines and was slightly amusing. The rest of the book is goodness on a stick. The stuff with the seventh generation was funky (ooh, I should invite them into the city), and the pretannic symbology was also great.

[ksirafai.livejournal.com]

pretanic

*smiles hopefully and backs away*

[twicedead.livejournal.com]

*nods* I always get that one wrong.

*is consumed by the outer void for poorly carved runes*

[ksirafai.livejournal.com]

*laugh* I played a Giovanni who ended up trying her damnedest to walk the Spiral. It was very entertaining. Especially the bit where I went, coincidentally, to Nantes for my year abroad, and so started studing the Trial of the Black Monk.

And the bit where she Wassailed. Which was cool. ;)