My Will
(Entry is backdated to June 20th, 2007)
Last Will of Adair Burns
I don't have much to leave behinds, as I have spent most of my existance on the road, but what I leave behind when I go, I hope are some fond recollections.
Items:
1. My Hand Axes I leave to Brooke Fleetwolf, I have had these axes as far back as I can remember, at times I feel bare without them.
2. My Journals I leave to Aspasia and to Inali known to some as Charlotte Bradley my Grandsire and Sire respectively. These journals represent my work and study of things over my existance, I hope some of me comes across in the writings.
3. My Carthian Pin I leave to Tanner O'Neil the other Carthian left in the lineage. You are more the ideal of the Movement then I am, do the pin proud.
4. My Barbwire Necklace I leave to Dominion she knows more of the history of that necklace then I have told anyone else, remember me from time to time.
5. The Golden Heart Pins, I leave to Inali, as she should have the memento that I see for the strong women in my life.
6. The Sword, I leave to Dominion, as she is the one who told others I should be the one to carry it, even though it was seen as Demonic.
7. my Knives I leave to Samantha von Stahl, they are new but they might remind you of the old wild ganagrel from time to time.
Please tell my family and friends both in and out of the Movement, I died doing what I believed in, and hopefully I died well.
I write my will as I prepare for the approaching battle, and I see so little acquired during my existance, I was busy being wild and free. My journals are most of my possessions, all my study for so long and to me so little of myself comes acroos in my writings and observations, I haven't had the time to look through them as a number of them are old and warn and need to be recopied.
The practices of preparing for battle have changes with the changes of weapons as well as my own existance. I am still remembering things about my fianl battle as human, it ended with the death of my clan, my family, my people and was also the catalyst for my embrace.
I was reasy to meet death on my feet, to finish what had been started, but I was so tired that I collapsed to my knees and waited, my family, had been committed to the pyre and I was slowly dieing. I think a branch snapped and I stood weapons in hand turning to meet my enemy, and was stopped. She was stunning and looked at me questioningly, I did not recognize her for the predator she was/is at first, she asked her question and with my answer my world ended and began anew.
Last Will of Adair Burns
I don't have much to leave behinds, as I have spent most of my existance on the road, but what I leave behind when I go, I hope are some fond recollections.
Items:
1. My Hand Axes I leave to Brooke Fleetwolf, I have had these axes as far back as I can remember, at times I feel bare without them.
2. My Journals I leave to Aspasia and to Inali known to some as Charlotte Bradley my Grandsire and Sire respectively. These journals represent my work and study of things over my existance, I hope some of me comes across in the writings.
3. My Carthian Pin I leave to Tanner O'Neil the other Carthian left in the lineage. You are more the ideal of the Movement then I am, do the pin proud.
4. My Barbwire Necklace I leave to Dominion she knows more of the history of that necklace then I have told anyone else, remember me from time to time.
5. The Golden Heart Pins, I leave to Inali, as she should have the memento that I see for the strong women in my life.
6. The Sword, I leave to Dominion, as she is the one who told others I should be the one to carry it, even though it was seen as Demonic.
7. my Knives I leave to Samantha von Stahl, they are new but they might remind you of the old wild ganagrel from time to time.
Please tell my family and friends both in and out of the Movement, I died doing what I believed in, and hopefully I died well.
I write my will as I prepare for the approaching battle, and I see so little acquired during my existance, I was busy being wild and free. My journals are most of my possessions, all my study for so long and to me so little of myself comes acroos in my writings and observations, I haven't had the time to look through them as a number of them are old and warn and need to be recopied.
The practices of preparing for battle have changes with the changes of weapons as well as my own existance. I am still remembering things about my fianl battle as human, it ended with the death of my clan, my family, my people and was also the catalyst for my embrace.
I was reasy to meet death on my feet, to finish what had been started, but I was so tired that I collapsed to my knees and waited, my family, had been committed to the pyre and I was slowly dieing. I think a branch snapped and I stood weapons in hand turning to meet my enemy, and was stopped. She was stunning and looked at me questioningly, I did not recognize her for the predator she was/is at first, she asked her question and with my answer my world ended and began anew.