08-11-2018, 05:07 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-11-2018, 05:13 AM by Rowan Finnegan.)
The energies coursed through her, Papa Legba riding her soul! He was the Keeper of the Crossroads, The Trickster, The one Loa that must be called before all else. It was he who had shown her this pleasure, this ecstasy. Colors were more vibrant, the sounds were louder and deeper, life was more complex. All of this from the power of Voodoo. Oh, Rowan knew about the Channelers, she knew that she was one of them. She did not understand how the other Channelers gained their powers. Did all of them worship the spirits of the Ancestors as she had? She didn’t know. She had never met another Channeler… Although she had a strong suspicion that Aiden had the aptitude… If she could just find him and show him what she could do thanks to the Loa!
The drums took on a deep, sinister beat; the candles surrounding her all began dancing to the beat of the music. Somehow, she knew that it wasn’t because of her… Rowan had not willed that to happen. The candles were supposed to respond to her and it was not the time for them to move again. Not until the music had gotten faster. Just noticing it threw her off a little. Her dance became slightly less complex as her eyes scanned the crowd. There was another Channeler here. There had to be. The Loa did not make things happen on their own. They needed to ride the soul of one of the living to affect the world in any capacity. But where?
After a moment, Rowan picked the man out. The entire crowd was transfixed, silent; save for a few gasps and murmurs here or there. This man, this dark, sexy motherfucker was actually laughing. Laughing! During her ceremony! There was only one thing for it…
Rowan turned to the man, regaining her footing and beginning a sultry, tribal dance towards the man. She flicked a wrist up to the sky and then another towards the ground, causing another gale to converge on the circle. The wind came from all directions, pulling into the center of the circle and then spiraling upwards in a vortex. It caused Rowan’s garments and long, flowing hair to rise and dance in the gale; she looked ethereal, almost like a Goddess Reborn in the realm of mortals. The energies shifted inside of Rowan, letting her know that Erzulie was now riding her soul. The perfect Loa for her purposes. She advanced on the man.
Slipping a hand into her bodice, Rowan extracted her Tarot cards and threw them up into the vortex of wind. The cards danced and flew about for a few moments before all seventy-eight cards fell to the ground, despite the constant wind. All fell face down except for three; all Major Arcana cards, signifying events of incredible magnitude. Rowan heard a name and a song in her head as she read the cards, which fell at the stranger’s feet.
The Fool… Strength… Justice…
Rowan’s arms shot skyward and the winds stopped. She called out to the strange man, “Come on, little Mik, I’ve got a show for you. Come on, little prick, come see what I can do!” Her hand beckoned to the man, inviting him into her circle. Inviting him to ride with the Loa. Inviting him to her. He was a Channeler, she was sure of it. If he would not come into the circle, she end the ritual early just to ensure that she could speak to the man. She had looked for so long… Looked for another that might talk to the Loa… He might not, but if he could wield magic and he was here, why wouldn’t he ride with the Loa?
“Come on, Mikhail,” She called out one final time in a sultry tone before shaking her hips back to the center of the circle. All eyes were on Mikhail as she began to hum and writhe with the rhythm.
The drums took on a deep, sinister beat; the candles surrounding her all began dancing to the beat of the music. Somehow, she knew that it wasn’t because of her… Rowan had not willed that to happen. The candles were supposed to respond to her and it was not the time for them to move again. Not until the music had gotten faster. Just noticing it threw her off a little. Her dance became slightly less complex as her eyes scanned the crowd. There was another Channeler here. There had to be. The Loa did not make things happen on their own. They needed to ride the soul of one of the living to affect the world in any capacity. But where?
After a moment, Rowan picked the man out. The entire crowd was transfixed, silent; save for a few gasps and murmurs here or there. This man, this dark, sexy motherfucker was actually laughing. Laughing! During her ceremony! There was only one thing for it…
Rowan turned to the man, regaining her footing and beginning a sultry, tribal dance towards the man. She flicked a wrist up to the sky and then another towards the ground, causing another gale to converge on the circle. The wind came from all directions, pulling into the center of the circle and then spiraling upwards in a vortex. It caused Rowan’s garments and long, flowing hair to rise and dance in the gale; she looked ethereal, almost like a Goddess Reborn in the realm of mortals. The energies shifted inside of Rowan, letting her know that Erzulie was now riding her soul. The perfect Loa for her purposes. She advanced on the man.
Slipping a hand into her bodice, Rowan extracted her Tarot cards and threw them up into the vortex of wind. The cards danced and flew about for a few moments before all seventy-eight cards fell to the ground, despite the constant wind. All fell face down except for three; all Major Arcana cards, signifying events of incredible magnitude. Rowan heard a name and a song in her head as she read the cards, which fell at the stranger’s feet.
The Fool… Strength… Justice…
Rowan’s arms shot skyward and the winds stopped. She called out to the strange man, “Come on, little Mik, I’ve got a show for you. Come on, little prick, come see what I can do!” Her hand beckoned to the man, inviting him into her circle. Inviting him to ride with the Loa. Inviting him to her. He was a Channeler, she was sure of it. If he would not come into the circle, she end the ritual early just to ensure that she could speak to the man. She had looked for so long… Looked for another that might talk to the Loa… He might not, but if he could wield magic and he was here, why wouldn’t he ride with the Loa?
“Come on, Mikhail,” She called out one final time in a sultry tone before shaking her hips back to the center of the circle. All eyes were on Mikhail as she began to hum and writhe with the rhythm.