[VOICE POST]

[Unintelligible muttering resolves into what is clearly a prayer; the words come and go in clarity as he continues.]

In the name of all the gods ... for Great Pas, for Divine Echidna, for Scalding Scylla-- for, for... ah...
...Highest Hierax, and Fierce Phaea... no, that isn't... O Tenebrous Tartaros ( Read more... )

That was the second time I have found myself as a bird, due to the City's influence; though as a duckling I wasn't able to fly. Not that I was much better at it, as a night chough; I suppose that the shape does not come with commensurate knowledge of its use ( Read more... )

I find I cannot remember what happened on Tarsday Tuesday; it must have been a curse, and no doubt a strange one. I hope I did nothing regrettable... though perhaps I ought to take the fact that I cannot recall it as a sign that I should not pry.

I did find, scrawled in something that might have been my own hand, these lines;

"Though trodden ( Read more... )

[VIDEO POST]

I can't--

[The image flickers for a moment as he fiddles with the machine, before pulling back and coming fully into view. The man is clearly Patera Silk, although somewhat older-- his hair mostly white, his face careworn. Several long cuts, clearly recent though already beginning to heal, are on his cheeks and his arms. He ( Read more... )

( [Private to Hiyori] )

It's odd to watch the weather grow cold here. It was winter when I left Viron-- although admittedly an unseasonably warm winter-- and summer when I arrived here. Have I lost half a year, or gained it? Certainly it's unusual to have to ask such a question ( Read more... )

It looks to be a peculiar curse today. Hello to all of you, strangers and newcomers...

I won't imagine or hope that any from my whorl have found this place-- If they did, what could I say to them? To Auk or Chenille or Doctor Crane, to Hyacinth? but I am curious to meet you who've come to visit with us anyway.

[ooc: heh, I'm not awfully ( Read more... )

I feel as though I am always speaking of the benefits of confession, when the curses so often force us to air truths we'd prefer to keep under wraps. Today I find myself ashamed to have confessed; both because I lied, and because I did not ( Read more... )

I was aching and still bleeding from my fight with the White-Headed One-- that great, cruel bird whose sacrilegious name I won't utter-- when I found my way through Blood's villa to Hyacinth's rooms. Her small body had nearly disappeared amongst the sheets and tumbled blankets and so I did not notice her at first; until some noise, some drawn ( Read more... )

I stopped to inquire at one of the little tents as to why they were giving injections, and had a fascinating conversation on the subject of immunizations. The technology to create vaccines is lacking in my whorl, unfortunately; it is a shame, because I imagine it would save hundreds of lives. Especially in the Orilla, and in my own Sun Street ( Read more... )