Nose of Winter
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Nose of Winter/o'nhonhsa kohsera'kène
Breed: Lupus
Tribe: Wendigo
Auspice: Galliard
Age: 5 years
Son of Kinfolk Smells the Prey (Father) and Snow on Pines (Mother)
Member of Gluskap's Lodge
Official member of the Mohawk Nation.
I am Nose of Winter. I am the son of Smells the Prey and Snow on Pines, both wolf-kin to the tribe, to those who run through snow with bloody claws, to the Wendigo.
I was born under a waxing moon, under a gibbous moon. My people say that those born under this moon are the first to howl, the first to remember the old glories and heroes.
They say we are reckless, that we attack beasts that cannot be destroyed. They are wrong, for I am not a normal wolf.Where my brothers speak about killing the humans, when they preach hatred against the wyrmbringers, I preach patience. For you see, before Wendigo eats-the-hearts became who he is, he was Sasquatch hand-held-in-defence. He was a gentle and caring spirit, he showed us strength-hidden-in-heart. And we became like him. When he became Wendigo we became Wendigo, but not all. Some still remember Sasquatch, and we are the hand-holding-kin-close. When our brethren go to war, we go with them, but we stand apart and protect them when they fall wounded. But when others come we stand before our brothers, like moss-before-stone. We talk with guests, especially wolves-who-brought-wyrm-across-sea. This way you don't feel our disgust. Our brothers would kill you, while we just listen and nod.
When I learned as a pup, I heard stories of middle brother. His sacrifice was noble. When I learned from a theurge, who was of older brother's tribe, I heard his sacrifice was foolish. When I stopped listening, I heard the streams, the trees and the wind. And then I knew that middle brothers sacrifice was sad.
He died protecting his kin, but he didn't ask for help. And so he fell. If he asked then he would have Wendigo warriors and Uktena shamans by his side. And maybe the wyrm wouldn't win.
When I was old enough, I was told about what worried the elders. They told me about a mighty wolf-king in the east, and we don't need kings for we have good chiefs.
I was told about corrupt caerns in the south and of the white-tongued companies. And then I heard about a pack that revered Bear. This was a danger greater than a human company or a fallen caern. A pack can, through it's actions, corrupt and destroy a totem. Bear is weak now and his fate is uncertain, a pack of young wyrmbringers would do more harm than good. So I asked some of my kin to drive me where the pack lived.
I hope I can show them how to honor Bear. If not then I will do everything to protect him.
Nose of Winter/o'nhonhsa kohsera'kène
Breed: Lupus
Tribe: Wendigo
Auspice: Galliard
Age: 5 years
Son of Kinfolk Smells the Prey (Father) and Snow on Pines (Mother)
Member of Gluskap's Lodge
Official member of the Mohawk Nation.
I am Nose of Winter. I am the son of Smells the Prey and Snow on Pines, both wolf-kin to the tribe, to those who run through snow with bloody claws, to the Wendigo.
I was born under a waxing moon, under a gibbous moon. My people say that those born under this moon are the first to howl, the first to remember the old glories and heroes.
They say we are reckless, that we attack beasts that cannot be destroyed. They are wrong, for I am not a normal wolf.Where my brothers speak about killing the humans, when they preach hatred against the wyrmbringers, I preach patience. For you see, before Wendigo eats-the-hearts became who he is, he was Sasquatch hand-held-in-defence. He was a gentle and caring spirit, he showed us strength-hidden-in-heart. And we became like him. When he became Wendigo we became Wendigo, but not all. Some still remember Sasquatch, and we are the hand-holding-kin-close. When our brethren go to war, we go with them, but we stand apart and protect them when they fall wounded. But when others come we stand before our brothers, like moss-before-stone. We talk with guests, especially wolves-who-brought-wyrm-across-sea. This way you don't feel our disgust. Our brothers would kill you, while we just listen and nod.
When I learned as a pup, I heard stories of middle brother. His sacrifice was noble. When I learned from a theurge, who was of older brother's tribe, I heard his sacrifice was foolish. When I stopped listening, I heard the streams, the trees and the wind. And then I knew that middle brothers sacrifice was sad.
He died protecting his kin, but he didn't ask for help. And so he fell. If he asked then he would have Wendigo warriors and Uktena shamans by his side. And maybe the wyrm wouldn't win.
When I was old enough, I was told about what worried the elders. They told me about a mighty wolf-king in the east, and we don't need kings for we have good chiefs.
I was told about corrupt caerns in the south and of the white-tongued companies. And then I heard about a pack that revered Bear. This was a danger greater than a human company or a fallen caern. A pack can, through it's actions, corrupt and destroy a totem. Bear is weak now and his fate is uncertain, a pack of young wyrmbringers would do more harm than good. So I asked some of my kin to drive me where the pack lived.
I hope I can show them how to honor Bear. If not then I will do everything to protect him.
