Time/Date :It is currently 08:58 Pacific Time on Tue May 22 2007.
Place : Greek House
Weather : Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 50 degrees Fahrenheit (10 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the northwest at 3 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.25 and steady, and the relative humidity is 80 percent. The dewpoint is 44 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent Moon phase (37% full).
Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
This is the central hub of the house. From here, you can still see the entrance foyer, as well as the stairway that heads to the second story. Towards the back of the common area is a set of glass doors that lead out to a courtyard. To the east, an arched doorway leads to what apparently serves as a library, office, and workroom, and to the west, an arched doorway leads to what appears to be a kitchen and dining area..
There are several chairs here, simple, elegant, yet functional in their design and intent. The room has a comfortable feel to it, but is a bit ascetic in design. The walls are off-white, the molding dark cherry wood and decorated with acanthus-leaf ornamentation at the corners. A pair of antique spears are hung crossed against each other on one wall, and a wall-relief depicting a scene of Grecian warriors hangs on the other. Above the mantle of the fireplace is a small statue of Artemis, on either side of that, dark metal candlesticks with ivory pillar candles. The entire room is a study in the contrast of light and dark.
Looking like she just stepped from the gym, Stratonike befits her Fury tribe. Her hair is short, not styled at all and growing out from what looks to be a bleach job. Her body is toned and slim and she's always ready for battle. She isn't on that people would call attractive and her demeanor doesn't lend any more to how people would see her. When she smiles her teeth tend to show off a slightly twisted canine tooth which gives her a bit of fang look to her smile. She's tall, around 5' 10", and her form follows her function as an Ahroun. She wears a long sleeve t-shirt in a deep olive color that hangs out over a pair of loose fitting, well worn jeans with threadbare holes in the knees. A warm v-neck sweater in black covers the shirt and helps with keeping her warm. A pair of beat and battered Doc Martens make sure her feet are protected.
Sometime over the last couple of years, a teen girl with a poor attitude and a hair-trigger temper has grown up, and matured into a young woman. With a poor attitude and a hair-trigger temper. KL is a little over five-foot tall - no late growth spurt for her - and slimly built. She moves quickly, and is rarely still for any length of time. Her natural balance and co-ordination are clearly evident in her movement, but any hint of grace is smothered with her air of irritation, hostility and restrained aggression. She manages to turn even simple activities - like ordering fries - into not particularly subtle attempts to provoke fights.
Her mousy-brown hair is pulled back into a plait that hangs down to the small of her back and is fastened at the bottom and top by dark brown leather bands. She's really quite attractive, perhaps not a pin-up, but far from ugly, with a cute upturned nose and wide expressive hazelnut eyes. However, any level of appeal her physical appearance might have is swamped by the anger in her gaze and the sullen set of her mouth. She stares at people - particularly people she doesnt know - with a cold fury, as if trying to decide exactly which way to kill them.
KL has pale skin, and on her right shoulder-blade is a two-inch-square tattoo of a winged horse. There isn't much in the way of excess flesh on her, her cheekbones are clearly visible and her bare arms have a tight musculature that speaks of regular and plentiful exercise.
She is wearing a pair of blue jeans that look brand-new, and have a designer label clearly visible on the rear, a pair of combat boots that also look new. On her upper half she is sporting a rather snazzy black leather jacket over a clean new white t-shirt.
Ah, the quiet state of the Fury Alpha. Nike rests on the couch doing what she does in this position at least once a day. She's polishing her bow. Slow and methodical circles as her ritual goes. She speaks in soft and muted tones, almost to the bow.
The door flies open with the customary enthusiasm that implies that it's KL pushing it, and disgorges the aforementioned Ahroun into the house. She's dreassed in a white t-shirt and matching cycling shorts, and from the sweat that's drenching both her and them, would appear to have been involved in some strenuous exercise recently. She sees Nike, and starts towards her, then notices the activity, and instead turns and closes the door very carefully and quietly.
Nike slowly looks up from her bow and gives a slight smirk to KL. "Exuberance is to be praised. My rite will continue no matter what." She looks KL over a bit and turns back to her small circles. "I take it you have been getting your exercise? Doing what, if I may ask?"
"Just running," KL replies. "As well as being good for physical fitness, it helps keep me sane. Particularly when Luna is fatter, but the habit is a good one." She moves over towards the kitchen. "Want a drink of anything? Oh, and...um...Alesia."
Nike tilts her head to one side once more and regards KL. "What of the cub?"
"I met up with her in the woods. On the bawn." KL replies, leaning against the wall. "We...talked. It was good." She smiles, but can't quite shake the look of sadness in her eyes. "Is...her rite of passage...soon? I think she is frustrated it hasn't happened yet."
Nike takes in a breath and sits back. "Yes. I am afraid she was lost by the former alpha. Her rite will be soon. I am sure of it." She brushes off a piece of cloth from her bow. "She killed a deer. Hunted it in homid with a spear. She had permission from the Warder to do so. She's using all of it. This makes me more ready to send her. She brought me the heart and the best cuts of meat. This also shows me she is on the right track. The Fury are becoming strong once more. We are becoming a force in this sept and this pleases me."
KL breathes a sigh of relief. "Good. I had said I would mention it to you, and now I have. If there is anything I can assist with... When I had mine, all of the tribe were present. But that was not here. Sure no drink?" She peels herself off the wall, almost literally, and makes another move towards the kitchen.
"Oh. Some water would be quite nice. Thank you." Nike makes one more swipe with a cloth over her bow to buff it to a shine. "How do you fare? Heard any news?"
After a moment or two, KL returns and sits down opposite Nike, setting a glass of water where the other Ahroun can easily reach it. In her other hand, she has a glass of milk, a light froth on the top. "I'm better. Better than I have been for a while," she says, with a smile. "News? Grey has left town, at least according to Basil." She says "basil" with the same sort of inflection that many Garou use when saying "Black Spiral Dancer". "That means that I don't have a pack anymore. And Vex will leave unless I get one, and an acceptable one, soon." She shrugs. All the time she's speaking, she's watching Nike's ritual carefully.
Nike runs the cloth over it once more. She finishes and stands, threading the bow and giving it a pull. She then kisses it in a certain spot and unthreads it. It's all part of what she does. She then rests it against the wall. "No pack? This is not good." She clicks her tongue against her teeth and thinks. "What is your pack? War?"
"Yes," KL says, with an enthusiastic nod. "Vex is a wolverine. And ferocious and...clawy." She rubs her side, and winces. "But it was Emma's pack, really, lately. Cedric was interested in sort of joining. I'm not sure I understood all of what he said, as I was too busy breaking his car into small bits."
"Ah yes... The car. Cedric is interested. I will have to say that I am a well." Nike taps a finger to her chin and then reaches for her water to drink some of it. "If not this pack, then another. I simply wish for strength."
KL nods, seriously. "It would be an honour to fight alongside you," she says. "Not to mention fun and glorious." A pause. "Have you any other news? I did offer to fix Cedric's car afterward. And I replaced the chair." She points at the one chair in the room that's conspiciously newer than the others. "And there are three more in the attic...just in case we need them for some reason or other."
Nike quirks up a smile. "Good for you. A woman of her word. That is to be admired." Nike turns back to regard KL. "I have been trying to speak to the philodox on behalf of Lefty. It does not go well. What are your beliefs of this?"
KL's brow furrows. "I have heard some details of this," she says, slowly. "I think that she should be punished for the disrespect to the caern?" A long pause. "I think that she would not be punished, or at least not so severely, for the same thing in a Fury sept. But this isn't a Fury sept. Though I think that it would be better if we had more say. But we have no philodox at the moment."
Nike nods her head, "But do you feel that she broke the first law? This is my point of contention..."
"Well, I wouldn't," KL says. "And I don't. But then I'm a Fury, and...been tempted...in that area myself." She speaks very quietly. "I don't have the best relationships with the Philodoxes of the sept, as you know."
Nike nods her head sagely. "Indeed. But those that are in this sept seem to believe that just touching is breaking the first law. I find that I am stepping on some toes." She looks back to KL. "Would this bother you if I did? That is, make people angry with the Fury over this?" Sounds like some kind of pop quiz.
KL laughs. "Of course not! You know that I'll support you whatever you do, if you think it's right for the tribe and for the sept." Her brow furrows again. "You do know that, right? I mean, I have mentioned it before?"
Nike gives a nod once more. "But what I am asking for is what is your opinion of it... totally on your own. Not just because of what I do."
A silence. KL looks really confused. "I don't understand. My opinion of you annoying everyone else? Fine. I do it all the time. My opinion of Lefty? Well, she's a Bonegnawer, which isn't as good as being a Fury. And she needs supporting. And if not us, who? I think what she did was a bit unwise, and likely to cause trouble. But not a breach of the first tenet, and therefore not worth punishing as such."
The Fury elder gives a small smile to KL. "Good. It is good to hear that you believe as I believe. If you wish... Talk of it. See if you can get people's minds out of their ass." She smirks at her own little joke.
KL nods. "I will try." A pause. "I do not think it will go well, but I will try." She smiles bleakly. "Who is it who has judged her, by the way?"
Nike takes in a breath and sips from her water once more. "I know that Blackriver has and Kenneth. Kenneth says he did not judge on the first law. But he's not exactly the be all end all... that is Blackriver, it seems. It is her that I seek. I do not see it being a pleasant meeting."
A long drawn breath through her teeth greets this piece of information. "She is very fond of that punishment," KL comments. "I wonder if it is the only one she knows." She shakes her head furiously. "Good luck, anyway." There's a distance in her eyes, as if she's somewhere else entirely. "Um...piece of advice. Don't try and stare her down."
Nike takes note of the advice. "I will do my best to not. I hear she does better with honey that vinegar."
KL furrows her brow again. "I don't know. I've never tried honey. It's not really my sort of thing. I'm usually more of a kerosene sort of person." She grins at this. "I like that." A pause. "Um...would you be willing to show me that rite again? Or watch and comment while I do it, if I do it wrong? I think I just about got it last time."
Nike smirks and then bows her head. "You make it your own. Every stroke with your arms strengthens it and the bow. Tension in your arm is the tension in the string." She mimics the motion over the bow and the muscles in her arm bulge as she does so, straining them. "You picture it in your mind that your actions make the bow stronger and more able to hit the mark. Visualize your targets and see it in your head. That is what does it."
"Ah, I see," KL says. "Back in a second." She stands, and returns moments later with her bow, taking it from it's slim black leather case and carressing it with a loving hand. "Oh, I know it isn't as nice as yours," she says, sitting back down. "Or as important. But it's the best thing I've ever owned, and it doesn't feel like an excess or something ostentatious." She takes out a pot of wax and a cloth, and starts working it in. "It is just so...right for purpose. Nothing wasted. Just perfect."