I packed my clothes and left just like that. I don't know what I was thinking I had just kind of had enough. For the first time father had come to me and I knew it was time to move on. I'd taken a lot of s**t from the Fianna. I loved my family very much but I felt like I was under appreciate, and I probably was being a Metis.

 

I like to freak people out so I took my favorite outfit with me. I put my top hat on my head and my coat tails on my back. I wore my favorite metallica T-Shirt and my nicest pair of dress pants. Since I was gonna be walking I would wear my boots. But there I go again. I always over describe every thing. I like to capture every detail and I had to if I were going to keep the Garou history, my history, alive.

 

I couldn't go breaking my favorite clothes so I went to the only friends I had in the world. The Winter Bear pack. I was friends with the three members and I'd run with them on Occasion. Runs-the-Spirit-Path was their Theurge. He new the rites that would dedicate my clothes to me. I could then shift freely and go into the Umbra. I found Can-Leaper lying in the shade of a tree in Central Park's Sheep's Meadow. Runs was watching the Tai Chi class on the grass. I walked up to him, he knew I was coming he always did.

 

"Hey Runs can you do me a favor," I said to him hoping for an affirmative answer.

 

"I depends on what you would like brother," he never looked at me once as he spoke. Not that it would have made a difference. As a Metis, like me, his eyes were just white. It was kind of scary but it lent to his Mystique. Maybe I'll write a story about him one day. Hey wait a minute I am, duh!

 

"I'd like you to dedicate some Items to me so I don't go around naked. I'm going on a trip and I would like to make sure I keep some of my favorite Items."

 

"For you Bright-Eyes I would do most anything. We must find a more private spot though"

 

We walked away from the field toward the bramble. As we got to a secluded space Runs stopped. He began to let out low wails and spoke the names of the spirits in the clothes. I always liked watching this part of it. Hey touched my hat and my coat tails. He awoke the spirits in them. I could feel my clothes come alive. As he let out a sharp screech I knew it was over. I made him spend some of his precious Gnosis he has done me a great favor.

 

"You Honor me Cliath Runs-the-Spirit-Path and I hope that your actions bring honor to you," I spoke aloud so the spirits could hear. I liked Runs and for him I was willing to follow Garou Niceties.

 

"No it is you who honor me Cliath Bright-Eye-that-Sing-with-Pain. For you to have asked me to perform this show that you respect my ability," the reverence in his voice was honest. Damn he was better at this then I was.

 

"Now I must leave Runs. Say good bye to your pack, my friends. I will miss you."

 

I walked off I didn't even let him answer me. I like drama it suits me so I try my best. It was now time to follow the voice of my father to where I am needed. To where I can find the other part of my heritage. My Uktena side must learn.

 

Excerpt from the Journal of Peter "Bright-Eyes-that-Sing-with-Pain"

March 13, 1997

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