THISTLE Damndest-thing-you-ever-did-see In-Corax-notoriety Quite-persistently-dressed-in-black With-Phoenix's-trademark-on-her-back Pleased-to-meet-you-and-kinda-nervous A-humble-Corax-at-yer-service Who-sees-stuff-that-isn't-there FELLON-

I wasn't always a spiritual being of vast power, noooo....I was a humble Corax once, several months ago. I was born in Blaine, which I thought of as "Mom's tree in that one place northaround, you know?" Then I fell out of the nest and on the way down turned into something even less likely to land properly. Yup. Suddenly I was human. Wierd. Fell right on to a whole patch of thistles too, thus the homid name. Hurt. Turns out the Fellon family has a heredity of awkward beginners; my son, Scarborough Flies-Into-Walls Fellon, did just what it sounds like on his second trialrun. Smack. Landed in somebody's herb garden. Get it?

I went to Malfeas once, had the coffee, and as far as I can tell I'm the only Corax to have finagled her way into the Silver Pack tryouts with the Ragabash contingent. That's why I've got Phoenix's trademark, see. She liked me. And now I'm her avatar, because they needed one and I said I'd do it before I thought too much about it. Oh well, that's just how I work, I guess. It's not bad. I'm shinier than anything out there.

and for a little while the sneaky-ass weasel bladders actualy seemed to appreciate me. Then Fury comes back, which is all well and good and I'm happy for her or him, I never was good with horses, but what do they do? "Oh, Thistle," they say. "You did such a good job and you sacrificed your life and the ability to wander casually into a Taco Time for for us, but it's time you left." Yup. I, the only avatar of Phoenix ever to grace a caern with my patronage, am told to hit the airt. Oh, sure, I can still hang around all right, that's okay with them, but do I get anything for it apart from a good look at Fury ingesting all the gnosis while I have to scrounge? Nope nope nope. I'm a BLUE-GREEN BLOODY BUGGERY FLYING FIG-FUCKING TOTEM NOW, AND I GET DICK FROM THE WOLVES!! Phoenix is in CHARGE of triumphing in the face of certain death and destruction, which is EXACTLY what they need right now if you think about it at all, but they're big on this tradition thing and now that they've got something four-legged that nurses its young by golly the bird goes out the window. Sons and daughters of opossum miscarriages. Damn Garou never did give a damn about how things work best, I swear they're still living in the Dark Ages only with less syphilis unless you count the Silver Fangs. Always have to do things the way some other Garou did them before. Stupid-ass overevolved rodents. Yeah, that's the dog's first ancestor, is a little thing about the size of your fist and fluffy. Me, I had heritage right back to the dinosaurs. Acheopteryx and the whole deal. Bastards. If they try to kick around my son there's gonna be some smiting goin' on.

And that Rowan guy. He's NOT called Rises-Again because of the Wyrm. He's called it because he climbed to the top of a tree to get at a bat that was bothering him and fell the heck off. TWICE. They were going to call him Rowan Climbs-To-Glory-Falls-On-Ass but figured that since he was a Silver Fang and everything they'd be nice. Pansies, the lot of 'em.






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