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[ragedagainst]

IC INBOX text / voicemail / emails / pack telepathy"Yeah. It's Ren. Text me. Don't fucking call, y'weirdo."Ren Rages-Against-The-Odds O'Neill Homid Fianna Ahroun - Adren (31) Guardian of the Sept of the Relentless Beat Alpha of the Never Say Die Pack Child of Coyote art credit code credit

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[ragedagainst]

( Hello love. This is between us, alright? No shouting about my four paws t'others. )

[ It's an odd thing, being able to communicate with non-Garou when in lupus. But telepathy was real useful that way. She settles by Gala's side, trying to curl her huge furry form up as small as she can. She sighs in the way that only animals can and sets her chin over the Stag Knight's lap. ]

( You look like shit. )

[ It's matter of fact but tinged with a fair amount of worry. ]

[seastag]

[ She nods. ] None shall know.

[ Dark eyes follow the wolf, curious. Gala's made her bed intentionally big, for her own comfort and for the comfort of a partner as big as she is when they join her, so it is easy enough for Ren's wolf form to find the space to curl up, cozy against Gala's collection of furs she's gathered for the coming winter. And even as the worry lingers... she gives in, and gently rests a hand on Ren, softly stroking her fur once she's settled her head onto Gala's lap. ]

I feel like shit.

[ No use in sugarcoating it, now. ]

[ragedagainst]

[ The strange thing was she believed Gala more than she would most. Galamila knew what it was to have a foot in the world of spirits. She and Gilia both. They were safe people as far as Ren was concerned.

She lifts a heavy paw and sets it over Gala. ]

( You should have told me sooner that you weren't right. )

[ It's a telling off. There's no other explanation for the tone of Ren's telepathy as she mithers at Gala. But physically she rumbles, the noise coming from deep within her chest. Not a growl but a noise of rebuke usually levelled at naughty pups. ]

[seastag]

[ The wolf is a little different, from what Gala understands to be a Spirit-Form. But she feels it is just as important to keep safe, so keep her safe she will.

When Ren places that paw on her, she pauses. And when Gala hears her voice again, clear in her mind, the Stag-Knight seems to understand the tone before Ren even has to punctuate it with her rumbling. ]

Are you chastising me, Wolf-Mother? [ It is said with fondness. Jest, without a laugh. Instead, she sighs. ] I know. I'm sorry. Sun-Spear- Sweeney, has been trying to tend to me, ever since he found me like this. So I have not been fully alone, at least.

[ Which also seems to suggest that Ren is not the first that Gala has stubbornly tried to protect by hiding her injuries away from. ]

[ragedagainst]

( Yes and I'll nip your scruff for half a chance of it. )

[ She in fact currently wouldn't for fear of breaking skin and opening Gala's infection to the world. But any other time and she might nip at Gala's collar to tell her off properly. However, Gala's willingness to apologise placates her protective spirit and she settles against her to give some small comfort of another body beside her. ]

( Good.

Why Sun-Spear? )

[ It sounds like a Deed Name. ]

[seastag]

[ It's a nice comfort. Both the physical comfort she brings with her body, furry and warm curled up against her, and the reassurance she gets in the gentle scolding. Like things aren't that bad, that they can't be, if the two of them are still able to be soft with one another. ]

Because he is God of the Sun, and a spear-wielder so great they called him Longhand, once.

[ Gala sounds fond. Sweeney is important to her, and is one of the places she's found love, here. Ren is important to her too, lately, and gently Gala sinks down into bed to lay beside her, happy to share with her the warmth of her heart and hearth alike. ]

He does not like Sweeney, I don't think. It was not his original name. He prefers a more personal name from those close to him, so... I called him Sun-Spear once, and have ever since. The warmth of summer, and the edge of a warrior. I think it suits him.

[ragedagainst]

[ Ren isn't a smart woman.

She knows this to be true about herself. It's a fact she both accepts and respects. Occasionally the stars align and things click into place.

The Fianna - and particularly the Tuatha Dé Fionn - have a long history with Ireland and consider themselves great storytellers. Having been brought up within a sept, Ren had heard those stories a thousand times of Godkings and Warriors of Might. The type that they modelled themselves on.

They still recognised Lughnassa so it comes as a surprise to nobody more than Ren when she puts it all together;] You're fucking Lugh!?

[seastag]

[ The soft comfort of both her bed and Ren's fur feels nice. She still feels like shit, but being here, feeling safe, eases some of her worry, redirects her attention from some of her pain.

And Ren's exclamation draws her further away, interested by her reaction. ]

Yes. That was one of his names, before. [ It is a little (a lot) more than fucking - Gala loves him. Is in love with him, her heart having quickly decided to keep him close when they met. It almost feels dishonest not to mention to Ren, so, ] I feel the warmth of a thousand summers when I am with him. He is the King I have chosen, and I am one of his priestesses, here, sworn by blade and blood. I am warmed by his adoration, and he is safe inside my love.

[ Then, a little less intensely worded, ] Have you met him?

[ragedagainst]

I can't believe fuckin' Lugh lit my cigarette.

[ She's holding onto that one as a tale to tell Colin when she returns to Colorado. He'll never believe her but still, it'll be a fine tale to tell and she'll know it's true.

But onto other matters. ]

My people descended from his descendants. Long ago. I know him through stories of his accolades.