This is fan created fiction about a character in a Werewolf: the Apocalypse live action role playing game run by Mind's Eye Society. If you are a fellow player, please remember that anything you read here is considered out of character knowledge. If you are a lawyer, please don't sue me; I'm not making any money off of this and it's just for fun.
Raven
by Simon W.
Inge couldn't sleep. Luna showed Her full face to Gaia in their eons old dance. Dagmar has fallen into an uneasy semblance of sleep finally. Albin (as she must call him now) was at least settled down and resting if not truly sleeping. Inge carefully wandered the boundaries of the sept, barefoot, bare headed, and full of an overabundance of feelings. Occasionally she could see the guardians on their rounds but they didn't stop her. She didn't go past the bawn but she wandered somewhat aimlessly otherwise.
Eventually she found herself at the place where she'd laid out Raven's body. She didn't know what else to do for the woman who had so unfairly died. Now that the rush of adrenaline was over, now that she, Victor, and Albin were free of that place, she was finding that her anger and rage were cooling into an emotion she really would have rather not confronted; grief.
"I'm sorry," she whispered to the corpse. "You died because of my pride and my sense of honor and justice and that's not right. You shouldn't have had to pay the price for my actions."
Raven had told Inge her given name once, all half dozen lyrical syllables. Inge had looked at her in guilty confusion at the realization that she wouldn't even pronounce it correctly. "It's ok," Raven had said, "You can call me Raven." Raven had taught Inge many of the rites she had learned recently. Raven had been adventurous and righteous and brave, everything Inge considered herself not to be. Inge had appreciated being around the younger woman even when they clearly approached life from opposite directions.
And now Raven was gone, killed by Masterson's knife perhaps but also by Inge's decision to not give him what he'd wanted.
There was a loud crack as a tree branch broke off of a nearby tree. The wind had been high the last few weeks and this wasn't unexpected. But it made Inge shiver, as she remembered the snap of doom from the mouth of the giant snapping turtle that had eaten the formori as they made their escape. It had saved them but it had still felt... desolate somehow. Inge wasn't extremely well versed in just what had happened to Turtle but she knew that Raven had been trying to find a way to save him and.. well she'd clearly formed some sort of connection with him. Unfortunately it had come too late for her personally.
Come morning there would be work to do. Half the sept was unable to care for themselves because of harano. There were kin, local and distant, to be reassured. There was wounds to see to and Inge had an ever growing list of people and entities to enact vengeance on. But tonight, while the moon rode through the sky, Inge would sit with Raven. She bowed her head and cried; finally unable to keep the grief at bay.
