Rite of Initiation

Christian walks onto his chosen stage, it was a simple matter, but he considered it as something like holy ground in that moment, his eyes scan his audience of one, and the world begins to fade and the Silver fang takes a single deep breath, his eyes close and his drum slips from his back effortlessly bringing the instrument to the fore, he thrums something soft upon the fetish as if he were whispering to the spirit inside and with this action a cool breeze dances over Nailah. Sign of the spirit in the drum. His rhythm is slow and precise and his foot slices through the air to strike the ground with a near perfect beat, both seem to flow and when he feels his instrument and body are in harmony, and the mood is set to tell his tale he begins.

“This is the tale of a one time friend the Gaian Ragabash Krace of the crimson smile I had known him since we were cubs, in the Sept of the Argente Lune on the border of Montreal,”

The sound up tics into something more positive and light, his beats becoming flamboyant and his feet seemed to skip at the mention of his friend.


“Krace and I learned together, shot the bow together, he taught me what it meant to respect and question, and how to love a wolf beyond friends and beyond brothers, I believed we would be pack mates and fight together in the darkest and lightest moments in time, but Krace had many friends… Kraces love had many forms and one of these forms was for a kinfolk girl, this girl lived far from the sept and the village which cared for the kin, they were part of the many who had faded from our scope but fate brought them back into the cause and the family was being slowly re-awoken to the cause they were meant to serve. Kraces heart awakened for the girl and this Ragabash my friend worked tirelessly to gain their trust, he protected them, sought them out and slowly opened their eyes.

The rhythm and beat bend to the will of Christian and his savage ballad became slower and harder the wind grew colder in reaction to his demanding sound.

Kraces love hid a dark secret, the girl he loved was the slave of another, Krace hid this from the sept hoping to break her from her bond, he revealed too much and his beloved girl whispered his secrets into the ears of a leach, my friend the fool led them to our small sept as he chose his feelings over the will of Gaia.”

The wind screamed, and his drum thumped like some ragged heart pounding out the danger he felt back then.

“The leeches came, they brought fire to our home setting the trees alight and armed with their silver and their guns stormed our territory, they moved in on the forest of our sept and we sensed it all at once the totem screamed and roared and the vampires came in waves, and as the blood ran like rivers and I watched as our Ahroun charged into the heart of their ranks, and the cliath, proud and angry crushed skulls and died along side me I would learn of my friend, I would hear how he died at the hands of his love plunging a dagger into the pit of his stomach and how his smile was forced to fade. I learned the difference between dieing and dieing for Gaia and even as our luck and savagery won the day, life would never be the same.”

The rhythm of the drum and the beat made by his feet now began to fade much like that feeling in the gut as the adrenaline wears off and the smell of blood fills your lungs.

“The tale of Crimson smile, my friend who broke one of our most sacred codes, forced me to learn what was most important, and where love most mattered. And he taught me what tales can be most important to tell, for it is not the legends of heroes, but the tragedies of fools that make us realize our role in our mothers plan.”

With that the wind died down and the beat of his foot became nothing more then a heartbeat in the dark before it finally all died.