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Colleen is glad that her sister's spouse is one of their allies. As a Fianna having her sister fall hard for one of the Fionna had been nice to see. The Celtic werewolves and the ancient House of Sidhe had been as close as brothers for ages. Considering that her family could trace their bloodlines back to ancint heroes and kings who were both werewolves and at times Sidhe she knew the ties had been kept.

It meant, however, while she suffered from the dreams of long past battles her sons were touched in different ways. That was why her sister's spouse was helping them. Colleen was spirited onto a boat. Connor and Colin were with her and she was told to stay on course. They would see a distant shore when they were safe.

"The Famori. They won't find us," Colleen asked as she tucked a sleeping child in. She smoothed out some hair as she looked seriously at her in-law.

"From them, yes. I cannot promise total safety....as I do not know what pathway this will follow. Stay safe." They exchange a look. Colleen doesn't hug anyone who isn't one of her boys easily but she pulls the taller warrior into a hug. This may be the last time they meet.

The voyage is rough. Colleen hadn't realized that when she was told to follow a silver path that it had been literal and not some weird metaphor from a knight who had lived hundreds of years. One day Colleen would actually understand a Sidhe. Hopefully before Colin hits the age where he'll sound less like a child and more like a young sidhe. She can already see that it's going to be obvious something is different about him. To Colleen that just means wherever they end up she will have to find a place where people will not question a young-looking mother and two boys who should be identical save the fact one is starting to look like a young sidhe while the other favors her.

That becomes much less easy when they reach the shores of the place the silver path lead them. What is worse is that the small ship is tossed about by a storm. Colleen is able to keep herself and the boys mostly safe. An old injury in one leg screams as she gets them safely to shore. The wind from the terrible storm howls around them reminding Colleen of a battle a year before she had her sons.

"Careful. Keep hold of each other, Colin, take my hand...we need to get up to the trees. We'll be safe from the storm," she gives them calm instructions as she herds them up the beach they crashed on. Somehow they make it up to the trees and Colleen is deeply grateful that they found several tall thick ones they could shelter under.

"Are you alright?" She bends getting to one knee to check her sons over. Connor, who has always been very brave, just throws himself against her. Colleen feels a wave of sadness for having to run. For having to ask two boys who are barely five to be brave.

"Shh, it's alright, I gotcha," she murmurs trying to offer comfort.

"Mama?" Colin hadn't said Mama in a year. It had been Ma or Mom. Colleen peers over at him.

"What is it?" The boy just shrugs not knowing what to say.

"I think someone's gonna find us." Colleen considers the crashed ship and the storm. If someone is crazy enough to come out in this storm they will be found. She can see where she stumbled up the beach. It's almost embarrassing but there's nothing she can do.

"We might want to be found. I'm not sure where we ended up. That storm really tossed us about....A map. A map would be nice," she finally admits. Before she had just trusted that they would be safe. The storm would say otherwise.
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Colleen Malley comes from an ancient line that can easily be traced back a few thousand years. Her family has had warriors, poets, and kings partaking in a battle to save the world from a cosmic entity called the Wyrm from pretty much destroying the world. She is a Garou ( a kind of werewolf). A proud warrior and member of the Fianna tribe. She was born in Boston to a loving couple. Her Mother was the Garou of the pair and what is called a Ragabash. Her Father was a mostly normal human who had to learn how to cope with learning about a hidden world that existed under his very nose for years.

Colleen was at one point the middle child in the family. She had an older sister, Kathleen, and a baby sister by the name of Bridget and Colleen loved them both dearly. Her parents always made it clear that family was meant to stand together. Colleen took that to heart out of a deep love for her family both by blood and the friends she had “adopted”. When she was thirteen years old an older Garou tried to get handsy with Kathleen and another Garou stepped in to try and defuse the situation as Kathleen was under-aged at the time and it was very inappropriate for a man ten years her senior to try and get her to sleep with him. Colleen has never been exactly sure of the full details of the fight that broke out she just recalls waking up with a permanently maimed leg and a dead older sister.

If it weren't for her best friend Ben it's possible that Colleen would have fallen into a pit of depression. He forced her to try and get better. They became as thick as thieves for the rest of her schooling. It became a sort of joke that if you saw one the other would soon follow. Somehow she managed to not go through her first change for years with him around. Together they got through college and went to similar graduate programs. He wanted to be a teacher and Colleen? Well, she had a love for history. She wanted a Ph. D more than anything. Celtic history was something that had her heart more than Ben ever could. She was a true Fianna at heart just because of that alone.

Of course when she did present her ideas to her adviser something unexpected happened. He told her it was too pedestrian. Much to her many cousin's amusement for months to come after this? After years of them wondering if she was going to be full Garou like them or not she frenzied, turned into her giant werewolf battle form, and turned her professor into a fine paste.

The local werewolf Sept (community of werewolves) helped cover up the death of the professor. As it was also a more traditional Fianna Sept Colleen was encouraged to take a year off from her studies. She was forced to abstain from sex and booze in that year as well. She was taught more stories of her people and the tribe everyone expected her to join. Other Ahrouns, werewolves born under the full moon, like herself helped Colleen learn a fighting style suited to someone who couldn't run. She learned cane fighting, bar room brawling, and how to master the use of her teeth and claws when she wasn't being drilled on any number of subjects.

Six months into her sort of boot camp of life as a Fianna Colleen also began to discover just how much her ancestors were literally paying attention to her. It became a habit for her to visit the Hall of Heroes to pay homage to them. To thank them for their advice and leave offerings for heroes of days gone by.
When her rite of passage came no ne was surprised that she became a full member of the Fianna. She was proud. And with the permission of the Elder Council Colleen was allowed to go back to school. She was able to finish her doctorate. It would become a useful tool to help her get.

For the next few years Colleen helped out in any way she could. While she didn't get invited to formally join any of the packs she knew Colleen used her connections and made friends all to help her fellow Garou who weren't as good as her at being involved in human affairs. She took joy in it. And had more than a few willing men among the kinfolk of her tribe to help sooth her whenever she came home from a mission for her people.

In mid-March 2018 Colleen Malley agrees to go to Seattle to see her younger sister. She will be turning 21 years old so Colleen has plans to teach Bridget how to properly bar hop. Maybe they'll get to go dancing. Maybe Colleen will get to break a few hearts along the way. It really does sound like fun.

Updated timeline ( basically a quick summary of the chronicle Colleen was apart of and the years following).

Colleen joined one of the local Seattle Septs to help provide protection for her younger sister. A few of her more serious romantic partners who have a shared understanding with Colleen migrated out to Seattle with a group understanding that while she was here they would be looking to settle for good.

If any break ups happened Colleen wasn't going to be upset. She had never been one to demand they follow her lead it was just nice to have folks she could be open with.

For a very brief and painful time Colleen took charge of a young and powerful magic-using kinfolk. When a violent first change happened while they were followers of a Turtle Spirit together things got incredibly muddy. Colleen does not talk about it openly but felt all but betrayed when Haru decided to abandon their shared Turtle Totem and go to Japan.

A Glasswalker Ragabash by the name of Flips-the-Table and a Ghural (werebear) called Owen who were packed up under the Spirit Ursa Major decided that they needed to keep Colleen from going down under a Fianna Ahroun bender. It was a messy few weeks of a lot of Johnny Walker, Drop Kick Murphy's and letting Colleen beat the tar out of anything that needed putting down.

She came back better for it and continued her duties as a warrior fighting to stop the end of things.

At some point during her time as a better adjusted warrior for Gaia, Colleen discovered she was pregnant. Local Theurges were incredibly concerned because it turned out the children (yes, twins) had been licked by destiny. Colleen was not amused.

Even more unamused when she was forced to sit out several important battles.

Fast forward a short few years?

Collen has not quite settled down fully. She is approaching her late thirties with two young sons. Connor and Colin Malley. She is hyper vigilant of any strange dreams they have and has settled into being incredibly involved and has turned into a protective mama. She's happy with life these days regardless of any looming destinies in the background. Life is far as she's concerned is the right sort of messy.
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Colleen had been having a rough week. Being a leader is hard work. It wasn't a role she had ever truly desired but due to her lineage and her ancestors breathing down her neck it wasn't as if she had any way she could say no. Trying to keep those under her from imploding and being forced to continue her own personal journey when it came to learning and testing herself had taken a toll.

It so happened that the answer to all of life's problems was not to get blind drunk. Colleen would argue that it was a great way to forget for a while. Forgetting was nice. Right up until she got a brilliant idea.

She marched as best as she could right into the Hall of Heroes.

"Fuck you assholes!" Oh that is not how to speak to the honored dead. Not that Colleen cares right now. She is feeling the Jameson in her system right now.

"You. ASSHOLES. You keep... demanding more. Pushing us when we don't need it." She takes a draw of the bottle and glares into the darkness. Colleen would fight all of them if she could. She swore that she would be her pack's shield but how can she protect them from the intangible?

"I get why you judge me. I look like you. I carry your shape. I carry the weight of this... but don't you fucking dare act as if this is your life! You had yours! Leave them BE!" Without thinking she chucks the bottle at a wall. Anger fueled by too much drink.

Shit. That was dumb. Realizing that this is a sacred place is very sobering. Colleen rushes to start cleaning up. She tugs off her flannel over shirt to help clean up broken glass. The whiskey is a loss. She'll just have to deal later.

Colleen doesn't notice the gathering spirits. They are quietly trying to decide what to do about Colleen. To them the young warrior needs to learn so much more than she has now. Perhaps the problem is being surrounded by so many like herself. Warriors who act on their passions. Colleen herself wears her heart on her sleeve and has run, as much as she can, right towards danger because of her feelings.

"Huh?" She looks up and braces herself. She can feel the weight of many hands grab her and literally toss her first into what feels sort of like the Umbra and she goes rolling. Falling somewhere but she isn't really sure where until her back hits the ground hard.

"Balls!" What else is there to say. Colleen will be having more words with them. Once she figures out where she is and how to get back.

"Fucking jerkass sons of bitches," she snarls into the night as she fumbles for her cane and painfully pushes herself up. Huh. This isn't Washington state. She has no clue where she is. Might be a good time to start walking. She'll figure out the rest later on.

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