[Lost] - Familiar Stranger

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It's not without it's troubles, but it's my night. I've been working on something like this as long as I've been part of this Freehold. It's not perfect by a long shot, but we have a year to make it better.

Suddenly, I realise that I don't know what I've just said.

My mind freezes and for a second the only things I'm aware of are a flash of golden eyes and a single, stray, bright feather.

I go on, but I can't ignore what I saw.

I don't know what it means, but she's back, and I missed her.

[Forsaken] - Readiness

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I'm not ready yet.

Just seeing how they move that's obvious: Boomer, Churchill and Mal; not Jay, obviously, since I couldn't see him, but...

They're like water; they flow from step-to-step, from strike-to-strike. I can't do that. I move well, but I don't have that. I've been trained to fight, but I don't live it like they do.

And then there's a moment, when the fight is almost done, when I can feel something... click isn't the right word. I surge forward, my form flowing, and my teeth sink deep, driving the spirit from the flesh.

I'm not ready. Yet.

[Forsaken] - Bind

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I don't know much about spirits, but I've seen bindings before and I know this bit at least. The silver thread spools out smoothly, falling in concentric loops around the body of the Claimed.

I don't understand the rite, but I can feel its power crackling in the air. I can't deny a surge of triumph as the last loop falls and David lays the binding in place. These spirits have crossed the lines laid down by Father Wolf, they have abused the things I have dedicated my life to and hurt my friends.

I'm thinking of starting a rockery.