Tea with the mages, trash for the metis
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littlesilvertipI was watching the old cow bison out in the woods again, when the deformed metis came out for a drink of water. Just seeing her makes my skin want to crawl. I went over to tell her that if she’s going to use the lake, she needs to give chiminage to the Wendigo too (How can two tribes claim the same land? It’s weird). The metis came from far east, from a place with Uktena and Glass Walkers. An odd combination. She’s from the mating of one of our number, and a Glass Walker. So she has wyrmcomer blood as well as being a sin-born, reborn criminal. Joy. She said this was the norm where she came from, from the amount of rape that went on when the wyrmbringers arrived. This I can understand.
I’m not a metis, but… if I can be said to have any blood left from where this body came from, our stories aren’t too different. The one that sired this body is a traitor to his tribe and race, who fucked a weak blooded Fianna. I detest them all. She’s a weak willed whore who cheated on her husband after just weeks of being married, and he left the tribe of his birth for Glass Walker sorcery, because he refused to think his wyrmcomer blood made him weak. I would be Elder, or well on my way, if I didn’t have to deal with such poison in my veins.
I asked the metis about learning gifts, so to make good on her chiminage - I’ve often wanted to know how to sense the horned serpent, like I can sense other energies around. She said this was a break with tradition, but would do it if I asked. She had a point. My tuunrat are already upset, and in disarray because of my problems with the old ways. I could do this later, once things are settled, but not now.
She suggested she might help me other ways. Like, say, joining the pack I’m trying to make.
The nerve of that metis! I tried to grab her muzzle, but with how deformed she is, I couldn’t do that. So I just rode her back and pushed her to the ground instead. I told her she has not even joined the sept, never mind done anything to make me think she’s worthy of forming a pack with us. She kept asking what she’d have to do to be worthy, and I almost said that first she should start by not being a metis. I settled on challenging her to find some secrets.
I don’t think I’ll hear from her about this for a while.
As soon as it started getting dark, I went over to the mage’s place. I didn’t send a spirit this time, because paying them off quickly gets expensive over time, and I’m trying to rebuild my spiritual energies, not spend them further. I gave a howl, but he seemed to know I was coming. Some sort of ward? Similar to Safe Sleep or Badgers Burrow? Or he was just watching out the window already? I don’t know. I asked him about the cat - I don’t trust that thing at all - but he seemed to think it was no threat to his privacy. I am doubtful. I know what information can be got out of animals.
I got down to the grim business of asking if he heard about the mage Unfinished Business killed. He was quick to say the mage’s weapons and things wouldn’t work for anyone but willworkers and witches. Apparently the mage was hunting for magics. Apparently the mages know about the place holy to the earth elementals, and have tapped it before. They can feed on the energies of the place. He mentioned that he made an offer to my sister to mark all the places as claimed; later, I got him to admit that he would take some of the magics of the place in payment. This is not very altruistic. He argues that it takes energies to mark the places, and he needs to replenish what he takes. But I’m not convinced this is a fair trade at all.
I offered to have Unfinished Business apologize, but he declined like I expected. It’s good that he didn’t say yes, because then I would have to had to actually arrange it. But it was important to make sure he didn’t have anger aimed at Little Brother for the death.
Next, we talked about the mages stealing the wolf from other tribes. He seemed disgusted - I think he saw what happened as much of a violation as we do. But he lied to me, saying Mouse was the one who restored things. Mouse, who is gone, somehow reached back and fixed things. And his voice sounded untrue. This disgusts me, but he wants to pretend those lies are true, then I pretended those lies were true. He doubled down on his lies when he misunderstood me, which made me a little angry. I don’t think he has respect for my intelligence.
He described what happened to the Urrah as… something like tapping a place of power for energy. Or how a vampire drains members of the flock of their blood, and then releases them back. It robbed her of her spirit, which is vile beyond words. I must have been getting pretty pissed off when he said that, because he asked me to calm myself. I’ve been more emotional since coming back, more out of control. More prone to anger. I don’t know if it’s the poor sleep I’ve been getting, or the fact that I spend too much time being troubled. But this was a small moon, and I shouldn’t have been that quick to anger.
After calming down again, we talked about how they might have done this. It was interesting to see how the mage thought - he thinks we rely on spirit magic too much (probably because of the wolf people he’s been exposed to. Instead, he divides things differently, into distance magic, base-magic, spiritual magic, and life magic. I asked if he could follow the flow of magic being sucked off the urrah back to the source, and he said it was difficult and dangerous. I couldn’t tell if he couldn’t do it, or didn’t want to harm a fellow mage.
He says we’re working towards respect. I do not feel this is the case; I am unsure of what to do with him. I think back to him staring at my butt, earlier, and he looks at my chest. I think I've seen him do that. The pointless lying? His hurting Fire-Dancer? Wanting to tap our places of power in exchange for marking them? And that his allegiances, and reasons for them, are inscrutable? I am very much reminded that he is not one of us.
I am sorely tempted to call upon the source for more information. I do not want my wolf stolen and spirit sucked. Death would be preferable. I need to think of a plan if any of my family are targeted by such mages, and this means learning more.
I’m not a metis, but… if I can be said to have any blood left from where this body came from, our stories aren’t too different. The one that sired this body is a traitor to his tribe and race, who fucked a weak blooded Fianna. I detest them all. She’s a weak willed whore who cheated on her husband after just weeks of being married, and he left the tribe of his birth for Glass Walker sorcery, because he refused to think his wyrmcomer blood made him weak. I would be Elder, or well on my way, if I didn’t have to deal with such poison in my veins.
I asked the metis about learning gifts, so to make good on her chiminage - I’ve often wanted to know how to sense the horned serpent, like I can sense other energies around. She said this was a break with tradition, but would do it if I asked. She had a point. My tuunrat are already upset, and in disarray because of my problems with the old ways. I could do this later, once things are settled, but not now.
She suggested she might help me other ways. Like, say, joining the pack I’m trying to make.
The nerve of that metis! I tried to grab her muzzle, but with how deformed she is, I couldn’t do that. So I just rode her back and pushed her to the ground instead. I told her she has not even joined the sept, never mind done anything to make me think she’s worthy of forming a pack with us. She kept asking what she’d have to do to be worthy, and I almost said that first she should start by not being a metis. I settled on challenging her to find some secrets.
I don’t think I’ll hear from her about this for a while.
As soon as it started getting dark, I went over to the mage’s place. I didn’t send a spirit this time, because paying them off quickly gets expensive over time, and I’m trying to rebuild my spiritual energies, not spend them further. I gave a howl, but he seemed to know I was coming. Some sort of ward? Similar to Safe Sleep or Badgers Burrow? Or he was just watching out the window already? I don’t know. I asked him about the cat - I don’t trust that thing at all - but he seemed to think it was no threat to his privacy. I am doubtful. I know what information can be got out of animals.
I got down to the grim business of asking if he heard about the mage Unfinished Business killed. He was quick to say the mage’s weapons and things wouldn’t work for anyone but willworkers and witches. Apparently the mage was hunting for magics. Apparently the mages know about the place holy to the earth elementals, and have tapped it before. They can feed on the energies of the place. He mentioned that he made an offer to my sister to mark all the places as claimed; later, I got him to admit that he would take some of the magics of the place in payment. This is not very altruistic. He argues that it takes energies to mark the places, and he needs to replenish what he takes. But I’m not convinced this is a fair trade at all.
I offered to have Unfinished Business apologize, but he declined like I expected. It’s good that he didn’t say yes, because then I would have to had to actually arrange it. But it was important to make sure he didn’t have anger aimed at Little Brother for the death.
Next, we talked about the mages stealing the wolf from other tribes. He seemed disgusted - I think he saw what happened as much of a violation as we do. But he lied to me, saying Mouse was the one who restored things. Mouse, who is gone, somehow reached back and fixed things. And his voice sounded untrue. This disgusts me, but he wants to pretend those lies are true, then I pretended those lies were true. He doubled down on his lies when he misunderstood me, which made me a little angry. I don’t think he has respect for my intelligence.
He described what happened to the Urrah as… something like tapping a place of power for energy. Or how a vampire drains members of the flock of their blood, and then releases them back. It robbed her of her spirit, which is vile beyond words. I must have been getting pretty pissed off when he said that, because he asked me to calm myself. I’ve been more emotional since coming back, more out of control. More prone to anger. I don’t know if it’s the poor sleep I’ve been getting, or the fact that I spend too much time being troubled. But this was a small moon, and I shouldn’t have been that quick to anger.
After calming down again, we talked about how they might have done this. It was interesting to see how the mage thought - he thinks we rely on spirit magic too much (probably because of the wolf people he’s been exposed to. Instead, he divides things differently, into distance magic, base-magic, spiritual magic, and life magic. I asked if he could follow the flow of magic being sucked off the urrah back to the source, and he said it was difficult and dangerous. I couldn’t tell if he couldn’t do it, or didn’t want to harm a fellow mage.
He says we’re working towards respect. I do not feel this is the case; I am unsure of what to do with him. I think back to him staring at my butt, earlier, and he looks at my chest. I think I've seen him do that. The pointless lying? His hurting Fire-Dancer? Wanting to tap our places of power in exchange for marking them? And that his allegiances, and reasons for them, are inscrutable? I am very much reminded that he is not one of us.
I am sorely tempted to call upon the source for more information. I do not want my wolf stolen and spirit sucked. Death would be preferable. I need to think of a plan if any of my family are targeted by such mages, and this means learning more.
