Stabbing Westward, "Lost" (instrumental)
I've focused thus far on the Talthar Kithrayna; this is, perhaps, the time to note that not everyone is an ancient aristocrat. :) This isn't the story of Tiala and Airenn, it's the story of Julia and Kieran. For one example.
Part of what Shayara is, is about how things change.
There are newer souls here.
And some of them, in fact, are among the most important people around.
Rmember the girl who didn't get recruited into the breeding program? Her name was Jessamyn ni'Tamra, and she had a boyfriend named Seth Logan, a mostly-Bartomni mutt. While not Kithrayna themselves, Jessa and Seth had a highly developed idea of right and wrong.
It's been said, down through the centuries, that House L'Arath is the sword of the Lishaya, and House Bartomn her shield. In the wake of Alanna's actions against the Talthar Kithrayna, House Bartomn quietly stood aside, refusing to pay homage to Alanna... but House L'Arath knelt.
The greater responsibility, Seth and Jessa felt - and the rest of the Talthar Kithrayna quietly agreed - was to the Dasaroi as a whole, rather than to one mad, impetuous girl who might not even be the Lishaya.
Especially when the Hounds began to kill.
He cleared his throat, shifting his weight awkwardly. Public speaking had never been his forte. This was the sort of thing that would usually be delegated to Jessa... but this time -
This was his to do.
Donna nodded at him. "Seth, you have the floor."
He nodded curtly. "Thank you." Fuck, which way do I look? At them, or at the audience? Both, he decided, alternating. "I am here tonight to make both an announcement and a request. I - we -" He caught Jessa's eye and she nodded slowly. He felt her mind brush against his, feather-light and warm, and his back straightened. Okay.
"You're all familiar with the changes that have come over our city lately. Most particularly, the Hounds, and our lack of protection from them - the protection that should have come from a certain House. The wolf has been defanged, it seems." He threw a glare at Jeramie, who stiffened at the barb. Oh, try me. I dare you. Looked at Jessa, whose smug smile told him that he hadn't gone too far. "Fellow citizens - we can't let this go on. They have an army? We need an army."
"She'll destroy us if we do that," Jeramie interrupted.
"I didn't expect you to," Seth retorted. "No. I did a bit of research, and I think Donna can back me up on this. There's an old tradition of having a militia of sorts apart from the Talthar Kithrayna. They called it the Kirayth. What I am proposing is the recreation of the Kirayth." He faced Jeramie full-on. "You won't do your job, Jeramie? Fine. I'll do it for you."
"I am. I'm not asking permission. I am here because it needs to be done, so I'm going to do it. And my request.... well, I'll head this up, but I can't do it alone." He faced the crowd, flinging his ponytail over his shoulder. "I need volunteers. Hell, I don't even know what we're going to end up doing yet, it's going to be something along the lines of police work. We're going to end up clashing with Hounds. It's going to be dangerous. It's not going to be something to do just to impress chicks. And, as of right now at least, you're not even gonna get paid." He paused. "I need some people to stand up for what's right. You wanna do that, come see me. And by the way - the leader of the Kirayth always used a use-name of sorts." He looked back at slow-burning Jeramie. "Call me Fenris."
Dropkick Murphys, "The Gauntlet"
Poison, "Ride the Wind" (Shut up, I love that song.)
Many, many Flogging Molly songs.
Author's note: Again, forgive quality. Child will not stop shrieking down the stairs, and is in big fucking trouble because of it. I do not ask for much. This is the first time I have tried to write in WEEKS. I am not fucking happy. (Note: She is supposed to be doing omework. Instead, she's asking me to open a Chef Boyardee can so she can have dinner half an hour early, asking me how to spell words that she damnwell knows I'm going to tell her to look up, etc. I told her I'm trying to write.)
The reason for all the wolf imagery? Jeramie's House, L'Arath, uses a wolf sigil.