October Moot and Egg Rite (October 28, 1996)
Northern Curve of the Wheel
Between the elements of fire and earth, the lines of the Wheel come into
particular focus. About two yards apart, both defining grooves are composed
of three quarter-inch thin lines, criss-crossing and weaving back and forth
in a repeating pattern. Fire has scorched the edges of the path to an
easily seen black. The small hill is forward on the Wheel, the firepit
behind, and a path crosses to the middle of the clearing from outside.
At the center, Alexander says "Just found your way past the wards? Or did you
come through the Umbra?"
Center of the Great Wheel
This circular clearing is about 40 yards in diameter and completely bounded by
the Wheel of Nature inscribed in the ground. Soft green grasses cover much
of the ground, but several paths have been worn to bare dirt over time. The
only landmark within the Wheel is the low Table Stone at the center, but
four important landmarks make up sections of the Wheel: the windy spot to
the southwest, a small pool to the southeast, a firepit to the northeast,
and a large mound of earth to the northwest.
Andrea continues to stare off in the distance. Her leg swings gently, as if
she waits for something.
Madeline seems amazed at all the people swarming in.
On the southern curve, Hazmat lopes in from the woods, tail and ears up,
nearly bouncing with excitement.
On the southern curve, Hazmat heads into the center.
Tastes-Ashes looks around the wheel with a faintly irritated expression.
Finally she pads over to Serves-Honor and sits down next to the Fang.
Stormcloud wags his tail in a fond greeting to Hazmat as she enters.
Near the Fire Pit, Sterling follows the Wheel west, away from the fire pit.
On the northern curve, Sterling circles the Wheel, coming from the Fire Pit in
the south.
Jeau says "I slipped the Gauntlet, and found my way through the Umbra to this
place."
On the northern curve, Shea emerges from the thin treeline to the north.
On the eastern curve, Tatiana makes her way out of the woods to the east.
Alexander says "Well, you're just in time for the Moot. You'll have to seek
permission to stay for it, but everyone you need to talk to will be here.
Just stay here for now. Don't wander around too much. And if you have to
walk around the Wheel, go counterclockwise."
On the northern curve, Sterling makes her way forward along the Wheel, toward
the earth mound.
Shin smiles wryly at Alexander's last admonition. He gives a slight shake of
his head and leans back, turning his eyes away from Sepdet when she doesn't
respond to nod to Hazmat.
On the southern curve, Richard comes in from the woodland to the south.
Jeau nods, "Much obliged..."
Hazmat weaves her way through the crowd, winding here and there about the
center, tail wagging enthusiastically. She bumps into Shin's legs and then
bounces awy on rubber paws.
On the southern curve, Richard pushes into the wheel and searches the area,
frowning to himself.
On the northern curve, Shea sits where she emerges from the trees, folding her
legs indian-style.
Shin cocks his head slightly. "You just have pups, No Moon..." He smiles a
little.
Madeline wonders what is going on. There are so many people.
Sepdet paces quietly into the center, meeting anyone's greeting with a formal
dip of the eyes and adding a faint tight smile in Shin's direction. She
isolates herself in the crowd, folding her hands behind her back and
proceeding to examine the new Strider sharply.
Anne gives a faint smile to Hazmat, then makes her way towards Andrea.
Hazmat *springs* into the air, twisting her body at the crest of the leap and
trotting back to Shin. Pups? Where?
On the Earth Mound, Sterling follows the Wheel past the Earth Mound.
Scott mutters something about too many people and heads to the eastern curve.
Scott heads east, away from the center of the Wheel.
Jeau glances about frequently, tossing friendly smiles everywhere.
Shin laughs softly despite himself, leaning back in amusement at Hazmat. He
shakes his head and sits up again. "No, you're just as happy as a bitch with
new pups, is what I meant. Go on. Ah, frolic, I believe it's called..."
On the northern curve, Orion emerges from the thin treeline to the north.
Hazmat bumps herself against the back of Shin's legs, ears splayed happily.
I'll show you pups, Shadow Lord, she mock-growls. Knock you down.
On the southern curve, Patrick comes in from the woodland to the south.
On the southern curve, Richard heads into the center.
Richard approaches Sepdet, eyes down.
On the northern curve, Dillan emerges from the thin treeline to the north.
On the western curve, Sterling follows the Wheel to the Windy Spot.
On the northern curve, Orion heads into the center.
Andrea continues to sit on the stone, her hands spread to balance herself. Her
eyes drift over each person with the careful shunting that a human adopts in
a crowd of strangers.
Shin reaches over as he crouches down, giving the base of Hazmat's skull a
good, fond drubbing. "You and what pack of Ahrouns..." He winks and flips an
ear lightly.
Stormcloud prances his forelegs as Dillan emerges, but doesn't leave
Scab-Survivor's side.
Mark watches the crowd gather, frequently looking over at the mound.
Alexander calls to Dillan.
On the northern curve, Robert watches the play in the center with a small
smile on his face, his silver hair plastered to his skull by the slight
drizzle which nevertheless does nothing to dampen his spirits.
Hazmat bounces up and bonks Shin's nose with hers, punctuating with a sloppy
lupine tongueslurp.
On the eastern curve, Scott snaps his fingers and then turns to call back to
Sepdet. "I need to talk to you at some point soon, rhya."
On the southern curve, Patrick heads into the center.
Serves-Honor sits quietly in the center, oblivious to much of what is going on
around him. The babble of English, especially, seems to pass him by.
On the northern curve, Dillan grins broadly, spotting Stormcloud. He flashes
the Talon cub a thumbs-up, then moves to stand beside Robert, murmuring
something quietly to the elder.
Orion appears cautiously, steps slowing as soon as he sees so many strangers.
Ducking his head, he wanders over in the direction of his elder.
Shin makes a face, grimacing as he reaches up to wipe his mouth off. "Gah.
Wolf slobber..." He pushes lightly at Hazmat's chest, then quiets down since
everyone else seems to be quite content to stand and say nothing.
Nate moves his hands from his pockets, to tucked under his arms, arms folded
across his chest. And manages, somehow, not to hit people in the sides or
shoulders or heads with his elbows. He doesn't seek anyone out to stand
with, either.
In the Windy Spot, Sterling follows the Wheel past the Windy Spot.
Richard clears his throat. "Sepdet-rhya? Rm."
Hazmat does a quick, tail-chasing spin and flops onto her side, her grey eyes
dancing. She rolls onto her back for a moment and wriggles there, legs
a-splay, and then bounces back to her feet.
Patrick heads southeast to the pool.
On the southern curve, Kichkinet heads into the center.
On the northern curve, Whitewings emerges from the thin treeline to the north.
Shin reaches out to cup Hazmat's muzzle and shake it lightly from side to
side, quietly playful. He cocks his head, looking at her with obvious
curiousity.
Kichkinet steps up beside Aleaxander.
On the northern curve, Whitewings heads into the center.
On the northern curve, Dillan nods to Robert, mumbling a quiet thanks, before
heading towards Alexander
On the northern curve, Dillan heads into the center.
Madeline barks a greeting to Dillan, fellow bane-slayer.
Scab-Survivor twitiches his ears a little. Whitewings, greetings.
Stormcloud prances even more upon spying Whitewings re-entrance.
On the southern curve, Sterling follows the Wheel to the Pool.
Sepdet breaks off her almost rude scrutiny of Jeau and raises an eyebrow at
Richard. "We can speak later," she says emotionlessly.
Richard visibly retreats and nods. "Yes'm."
Tastes-Ashes bumps Serves-Honor lightly with her nose. The Get's gaze looks
over the lupus and she nods once before asking him if he has healed fully?
Alexander looks down at Kichkinet and motions for him to wait one moment, then
looks at Dillan. "Moot tonight. Just like the last one. You know what to do.
Stay here with everyone else."
Jeau stands relaxed with arms crossed, looking about with a wide smile to his
face.
Hazmat pads over and sticks her nose into Shin's face in response to a whisper
from the Shadow Lord. Then she sneezes.
Kichkinet waits patiently for Alexander to finish.
On the eastern curve, Joseph makes his way out of the woods to the east.
Serves-Honor has healed. He is as he should be.
Shin grimaces slightly at Hazmat and pushes at her paw again. "Gah."
Dillan nods to Alexander. "Er... here? 'k." He waves at Madeline with his good
hand, grinning.
On the northern curve, Natasha emerges from the thin treeline to the north.
Hazmat lolls her tongue at Shin. Got you!
Near the Pool, Sterling follows the Wheel north past the Pool.
Shin sighs dramatically. "So you did. Gaia save me from Ragabashes..."
Hazmat pads over and leans her weight against Shin's legs. All her weight.
Richard looks around the wheel again now.
On the eastern curve, Sterling heads into the center.
Alexander indicates Natasha. "Stay near her." He then starts toward the
western curve, motioning for Kichkinet to follow.
Alexander heads west, away from the center of the Wheel.
Shin balances easily, since he's sitting. He lifts one leg and attempts to
drape it over Hazmat's back, trying to squeeze her in response for her
little 'joke'.
Kichkinet heads west, away from the center of the Wheel.
On the northern curve, Turns-the-Lash slips into the Caern quietly. She
acknowledges the Gatekeeper with proper courtesy, if little sincerity, then
moves to join her tribe.
On the western curve, Alexander says "What's up?"
On the northern curve, Turns-the-Lash heads into the center.
On the western curve, Kichkinet lifts his head and growls softly up at
Alexander.
Sterling completes her circuit of the Wheel, shifting uup to Homid with a
stray sparkle or two of Lambent Flame showng the excitement of the evening.
Hazmat flattens under Shin's leg and squirms.
Scab-Survivor contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Shin pins Hazmat down for only a few seconds, winking, then lets her free.
"Pup-lover..."
Scab-Survivor shifts into Homid form.
Hazmat bounces up and into Shin's lap, draping herself over him. Of course!
Pups are best!
Touch Deer shifts up and stands to face Andrea. "Andrea...?"
Richard moves over near Dillan and Kichkinet.
Dillan pales a bit at Alexander's words, noticing who he's indicated. "Bu-..."
He ets the sentence drag to an end. He wanders to Turns-the-Lash's side,
slowly.
Whitewings chuffs softly to Scab-Survivor and Stormcloud, quiet in the midst
of the crowd.
Shin grunts and pushes up at Hazmat. "What is /with/ you? You're friendlier
than Stormcloud..."
Andrea startles, but finally focuses on the Wendigo's face. A faint smile
brushes her lips. "Hi."
Brittany makes her way towards Madeline, indicating to DIllan that he may join
her if he'd rather. With the elder Lord's permission, of course.
Tastes-Ashes's head swings up to track Turns-the-Lash. A barely audible growl
escapes her throat as she watches the Shadow Lord girl moves across the
wheel.
Sepdet's shoulders rise and fall in a silent sigh. A little reluctantly, she
takes a wide clay bowl out from the folds of the grey formless wrap she's
donned for the evening, seeks a clear spot close by the Ritemistress, and
sets the bowl on the ground in front of herself. She fills it with water
from her canteen and then straightens again.
Hazmat licks Shin's face. Happy. Moot!
Unferth enters the caern from the north, wearing a very strange set of
clothes, and heads towards the southern curve to guard in the meanwhile.
Shin continues to push at Hazmat, trying to get her off of his chest to
breathe. "Yes, wonderful, a moot. Er - good girl. Sit?"
Madeline looks up at her elder, Brittany. ~We killed a bane yesterday!~
On the western curve, Kichkinet turns from his soft discussion with Alexander
and walks over to stand beside Joseph.
On the western curve, Kichkinet heads into the center.
Whitewings pads quietly over towards Stormcloud.
Brian has arrived.
Unferth heads south, away from the center of the Wheel.
Hazmat chuffles happy amusement in Shin's face. No, no. You have to *bribe* me.
Kichkinet heads east, away from the center of the Wheel.
Stormcloud happily greets Wings. It is this one's first moot.
Brittany looks surprised at the cub, saying, "Did you, now? After the Moot,
you will have to detail your 'quest', hmm?"
On the northern curve, Soren appears from the treeline to the north. Newer
members of the Sept might not recognize the Get, but those who were here
last Spring might remember the fifth member of Cerberus. He silently takes
up a position on the northern curve, like his packmates have on the
remaining three.
On the southern curve, Unferth faces the caern entrance, folding his arms
around the dark, hairy vest.
Whitewings chuffs to Stormcloud. This one has been to one before.
Orion keeps himself silently in the background, crouching near Anne. His big
eyes wander over the gathering crowd, curious and ill at ease at the same
time by his expression.
Shin's sigh is overly dramatic as he gives Hazmat one last push, trying to
knock her off of his chest. With a shake of his head, he murmurs, "Fine. One
belly scritch."
On the eastern curve, Joseph heads into the center.
Madeline will. It was fun.
Dillan chimes out after Madeline, "Heck yeah, we got seeeeriously medeival on
some nasty-assed bane!"
On the eastern curve, Kichkinet heads into the center.
On the northern curve, Shea looks up at Soren's arrival, and arches the right
eyebrow. She leans a little toward him, on her base of indian-crossed legs,
and flashes him a quick smile, before she rights herself again.
Hazmat flops over onto her side and off of Shin, triumphant.
Richard eyes Dillan, not yet appearing impressed.
Stormcloud hopes, then, that Whitewings will make sure this one does the
correct things.
Shin sits up in a flash, reaching over to scratch deftly at a small spot just
above and behind the top of Hazmat's left haunch. "Suffer."
Whitewings considers that. There is a lot of talking. This one found that if
you remained quiet and watched your elder for signals it works out well.
Brian appears from the forest to the west and heads into the center of the
Wheel. Those who have seen him at moot before are likely unsurprised at his
attire; others may note the rather odd mode of dress. He finally sinks into
a crouch near where Mark sits, though his eyes stray briefly northwards to
rest on Shea. "Evening, Mark," he murmurs from beneath the blue woad-paint
that decorates his face.
On the southern curve, Shakes comes in from the woodland to the south.
Hazmat lolls her head back in bliss, her hind leg spasming.
On the southern curve, White-Eye comes in from the woodland to the south.
On the southern curve, Tatiana comes in from the woodland to the south.
Andrea draws both legs up to the tablestone. Her left hand plays with the
fringe on her pouch. On her other side, the twisted knife glistens.
On the southern curve, Shakes pads in along with his packmate and Tatiana. He
heads towards the Center.
Stormcloud has no elders from his tribe here tonight. This one will not get to
be introduced.
Shin gives his best approximation of an evil chuckle as he continues to work
over the spot on Hazmat's flank, then whaps her lightly on the rump. "Now
get off and find some cubs to torment."
On the southern curve, Shakes heads into the center.
On the southern curve, Unferth looks over the incoming Garou and gives them a
nod of acknowledgement.
Kichkinet sits beside Joseph, waiting patiently.
On the southern curve, Tatiana smiles shyly and gives a bashful wave to
Unferth.
Hazmat springs to her feet and pounces at Shakes. Hi hi hi!
Mark nods quickly to Brian. "Good evening. When do you think things'll start?"
On the southern curve, White-Eye nods to Unferth as he heads for the center.
On the southern curve, White-Eye heads into the center.
On the southern curve, Unferth puts the club over his shoulder and waves back
solemnly at Tatiana.
Tastes-Ashes's attention is caught by Shin and Hazmat. The posture of the Get
bitch grows cold and the scars on her face clench.
Turns-the-Lash look Richard over, then glances at Dillan. "Who is your
friend?" she asks, cooly.
Turns-the-Lash contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
Shin brushes off his clothing, clearing away dirt, grass, and Hazmat-drool,
then stands up. He shakes his head and folds his arms over his chest,
falling silent.
Joseph mills, odding greetings to various people, finally noticing Kich. He
nods to the other Wendigo, crouching down to his level.
Turns-the-Lash shifts into Homid form.
On the southern curve, Tatiana finds some spot that is relatively out of the
way and sits down.
Whitewings whuffs a greeting as she spies Joseph.
Shakes dog-grins at Hazzie, letting his tongue loll out. Heya, sis.
Whitewings nudges Stormcloud's side. Your teacher can't introduce you?
Kichkinet leans in and murmurs quietly to Joseph.
Hazmat shoulader-bumps Shakes and then bounces at White-Eye. You came! Cool!
Stormcloud guesses he could ask.
White-Eye grins at Hazmat, panting quietly. Hiya.
On the southern curve, SwipesAtSalmon comes in from the woodland to the south.
Hazmat pads in a circle around White-Eye, nosing and sniffing at him in
characteristic enthusiasm, her tail all a-wag.
Shakes rolls his eyes back at Hazmat. Of course I came. Why wouldn't I?
Dillan blinks at Natasha. "Uh... who?" He looks around, then jerks a thumb at
Madeline, "Uh Maddy?"
Touch Deer notices the elder Talon's arrival. Stormcloud, go to her.
Whitewings stretches a bit. This one is not very familiar with how that goes
but imagines that it can't hurt to ask.
Stormcloud heads south, away from the center of the Wheel.
White-Eye grins at Hazmat's enthusiasm.
Serves-Honor looks at Richard. "We haven't met."
Brittany glances at Unferth. "A new style for you, I must say."
Touch Deer leans close to his elder, whispering something.
Shin glances over at Joseph for a moment, pauses, then shakes his head and
takes another half step back.
Jeau walks a short distance for a place to sit, yet finding it stands. He
raises one arm to the air and makes a short and shrill call. Swooping down a
mid-sized brown owl lands on the extended arm.
On the southern curve, Stormcloud practically prances up to Swipes. This one
misses his elder and teacher.
On the northern curve, Robert continues watching the ebillience at the center
with a small smile on his rain-damped face, awaiting the beginning of Moot.
On the southern curve, Unferth looks over his shoulder at Brittany and stares
for just a few seconds. "Didn't I see that outfit in a Disney movie?" He
winks maliciously and returns his eyes to the caern exit.
A few moments pass, and suddenly Brian rises from his place at the center with
an agitated look on his face. He casts his gaze about for a few moments, his
attention finally finding focus on Jeau, of whom he demands, ~Who the hell
are you?~
On the southern curve, SwipesAtSalmon stalks regally in from the woods,
automatically moving to place her jaws gently over the Talon cub's neck in a
gesture both of dominance and familiarity. Then she swivels to give the
alpha a curt nod before dropping onto her haunches.
Natasha looks at Richard. "We haven't met."
Jeau exchanges glances and an eye-gesture or two with the owl on his arm, then
looks to Brian quickly.
Sepdet stirs from her place to sketch a single sign in the air.
On the southern curve, Stormcloud happily takes his place beside
SwipesAtSalmon.
Brittany manages a a rare smirk at Unferth, then moves to rest a hand on
Madeliene's shoulder. "If you have any questions, ask me, quietly, and I
shall try to answer them."
Hazmat's ears swivel toward the south. She wuffs a 'scuse me to her two
tribemates and bounds toward the Talon matron. Swipes-rhya!
Whitewings pads closer towards Touch Deer and the Wendigo, glancing over at
SwipesAtSalmon and Stormcloud.
Jeau says "I am Aken-Benu, Galliard of the Silent Striders, and newly arrived
here."
Hazmat heads south, away from the center of the Wheel.
Andrea looks at Touch Deer. Something wars in her expression, frown lines
gathering at her brow. She then shakes her head. "Can't count the chickens
until I break the egg." She reaches out one hand to touch the Wendigo's
shoulder. "Later. We'll do lunch."
Madeline looks quietly confused. Is this going to be fun?
On the southern curve, Stormcloud pants happily, gazing at Whitewings.
Shin sighs and turns his head to nod politely to the other members of his
Tribe, keeping his greeting civil and terse. That done, he casts Sepdet
another half-hopeful glance that falls rather quickly.
Anne's attention is drawn to Jeau only upon mention of his auspice.
With impatience likely lent by the full moon, Brian drops his hand to the hilt
of the klaive he wears at his belt. He doesn't relax even one whit as the
introduction is made. ~Someone,~ he calls out, in his clear tenor, ~check
this one for Wyrm.~
Brittany shakes her head. "Possibly, but that is not the goal. This is
educational, as well as spiritual. Think of it as a sermon of sorts."
On the northern curve, Robert calls back, "Long since done."
Shakes moves quickly at the Alpha's command, sniffing at the new arrival.
Touch Deer nods and turns to watch Brian and Jeau. "Something did, Echen-rhya."
Kichkinet steps back a bit from Joseph as their whispered conversation
concludes. He sits beside the Wendigo Elder, remaining uncharacteristically
quiet.
Sepdet says quietly, ~Already have, sir.~
Madeline does not seem to be terribly enchanged with this 'sermon' idea. She
will sit through it, though, because you have no television anyway.
Jeau holds his arms apart, and turns himself around fully once for all to
inspect, openly.
On the eastern curve, Scott says "Been done sir. He's not wyrm."
Touch Deer nods, frowning, and heads for his elder.
On the southern curve, Hazmat skids to a halt about a couple feet from Swipes
at Salmon, chest to the ground and wagging tail held at a height of respect.
She shimmies forward again and tilts her head up to lick at the Talon's
muzzle.
Joseph stands from his crouch, head lifted high to watch the goings on.
Brittany scritches the cub softly. "Be polite, and quiet, and I will inform
you of your athletic scores afterwards."
Madeline wags her tail. She'll be good.
Shakes confirms it. Clean. He pads back over and lies down next to his
packmate.
On the southern curve, Unferth shakes his head, and chuckles a little to
himself. "Show and tell. Peachy."
Touch Deer walks over to Joseph, nods to him and Kichkinet, and folds his arms
as he waits by them both.
Jeau crosses his arms again, this time with one hand on a shoulder to let his
owl perch elsewhere.
Brian's hand drifts from its resting place; he proffers it to Jeau grudgingly.
~I am Brian O'Flannery; to the Garou I am Heartsfire, to the Fianna I am
Echen Mac Conaill, and they tell me that I'm the alpha of this sept. Be
welcome at our moot.~ The remnants of irritability that lurk in his
expression and manner are doubtless Luna's work.
Shin eyes the three Wendigo for a moment, head tilted to one side. He hides a
smile behind a cascade of hair and turns away again
On the southern curve, SwipesAtSalmon gives the Gnawer a rough swat, dropping
her formal posture slightly. Scrounger. Don't tell me you've gone back to
the scab-wasteland, the Talon growls, in a disapproving tone that _might_ be
joking.
Dillan murmurs something quietly to Natasha, leaning towards his tribemate to
do so.
Kichkinet dips his head to
Whitewings removes herself from the milling crowd as far as she can without
leaving the center of the Wheel.
Kichkinet dips his head to Touch Deer.
Nate chuckles, mmurmuring "More Irish than a box full of Lucky Charms."
On the eastern curve, Scott shifts up into the war form, his clear, deep voice
carrying across the woods, calling the Garou of the Wheel to gather for Moot.
On the eastern curve, Scott contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Jeau accepts the proffered hand with a wide smile creeping across his face. "I
am most honored to be welcomed here, Heartsfire."
On the southern curve, Hazmat glances toward the center, and leans in toward
the Talon to wuffle with quiet half-seriousness that her tribe *needs* her.
But she is not 'Scrounger' anymore. The wolves up north named her 'Rabbit.
On the eastern curve, Scott blurs and shifts into Crinos form.
On the southern curve, Stormcloud looks at Hazmat, quizzically. Rabbit?
On the southern curve, SwipesAtSalmon gives Hazmat a quick nip. Rabbit, then.
A pity. With that, she moves to join the edge of the largely twolegged
throng.
On the southern curve, SwipesAtSalmon heads into the center.
On the southern curve, Stormcloud heads into the center.
On the southern curve, Hazmat springs into the air on rubber paws. Rabbit!
With three bouncing jumps, she's back in the center and crashing headlong
into Shakes.
On the southern curve, Hazmat heads into the center.
Mark jumps a bit at Scott's howl and then shifts as well.
Whitewings chuffs a quiet, polite greeting towards SwipesAtSalmon.
Stormcloud follows Swipes obediently.
Mark contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Mark shifts into Crinos form.
Brian gives the newcomer Strider a wordless nod before turning and making his
way back towards where Mark now stands. Perhaps surprisingly, he does not
shift as Scott issues his howl.
Touch Deer contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Touch Deer shifts into Crinos form.
Shakes is up on his feet as Hazmat bears down on him. Hey!
Scab-Survivor's lips rear back in a slight sneer as Scott howls, and he
remains standing.
Shin checks a quiet sight and drifts back half a step.
Near the Pool, Patrick contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Near the Pool, Patrick shifts into Crinos form.
On the southern curve, Unferth turns and looks at Hazmat like she's a few
Garou short of a sept.
Hazmat nips Shakes lightly in the ear and then licks the same ear, playfully,
apologetically.
Andrea, more surprisingly, also doesn't shift. She does hum along with the
noise, harmonizing the sound.
Dillan shrugs at the answer he receives, and crosses his arms lightly, careful
about his right hand. He takes a few steps away from his elder, crouching
near Madeline.
Serves-Honor makes a gesture of submission towards the Athro Get near him, and
moves from her side for the time being. He approaches the Talon Elder.
Jeau looks about, ready to take a seat where he is...
On the eastern curve, Spirit-of-Words begins the calling of the Litany as
Patrick plays the Fool, contradicting the reading. The Garou of the Sept in
turn refute the Fool, as the Litany continues through the first several
lines. Spirit-of-Words's clear voice calls out,~Thou shalt accept an
honorable Surrender.~
Scab-Survivor barks towards Patrick, a quick hello.
Jeau contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Jeau shifts into Crinos form.
Mark heads northwest to the mound of earth.
Mark has left.
Near the Pool, Whitestreak calls out in reply, ~But if surrender is itself
dishonorable, then I can kill him anyway, right?~
Shin's dark eyes dance with faint amusement as he turns to look at the pair of
Garou calling out words in the old tongue. He wraps his arms around his
chest and says nothing.
Brian calls back, ~Surrender to a worthy opponent is no dishonor.~
Scab-Survivor snarls out, ~A surrender is honorable, always.~
Kichkinet, too, is silent, letting the Sept members answer their Fool.
Shakes starts biting playfully at Hazmat, but stops quickly as the Ragabash
starts arguing his side of the Litany. He starts paying a little attention
to what's going on around him.
Jeau sits himself down, leaning on one side. His owl adjusts its perch on his
shoulder.
Hazmat pays attention, pausing only to scratch behind an ear. She's calmed
down a great deal now that the Moot's actually started.
On the northern curve, Robert refutes the Fool, saying, "Surrender to your
fellow Garou is no dishonor, and leaves another alive to fight the Wyrm."
Whitewings remains quiet, watching and listening carefully.
White-Eye settles near his tribemates, paying attention.
Orion remains ever watchful as the Fool begins to speak, elbows on knees,
leanng forward to try in vain to keep an eye on all that is happening.
Shin schools his features into polite attention and regards the Fool.
On the eastern curve, Spirit-of-Words continues with the calling, Patrick
playing his part, and the Sept refuting him. His voice rings out again,
firmly,~Thou shalt respect those below you in station -- all are of Gaia.~
The Galliard seems to put an emphasis on that last part.
Brittany adds softly, "We have lost one who cast off this Law. Let no other be
so foolish."
Near the Pool, Whitestreak looks down his muzzle at the group in the center,
seeming to especially look at the cubs. ~Those little shits? If they don't
show *me* any respect, then I don't have to show *them* any respect.~
Scab-Survivor snarls out, ~Cubs are your brothers and sisters under the
Mother. Treat them with respect accordingly!~
Anne gives Orion the faintest of nudges, and an equally faint smile, at the
law about respect. She calls in answer to Patrick, "They will give more
respect when they understand our laws, and they cannot understand them if we
do not hold to them ourselves. We don't have to take insolence, but that
doesn't mean we can beat them up for being cross-eyed, either."
On the northern curve, Shea calls out, from where she sits, "If you don't
respect them, t'start, how under Luna, do they learn t'respect you?"
Madeline looks bored. That man is stupid.
On the northern curve, Robert adds, with a slight emphasis of his own, "*All*
are of Gaia. They may need teaching, or may not realize this, but are are
Hers to deal with. They will only learn when they are given the respect due
them from this."
Perhaps conspiciously, Brian doesn't respond to this particular point.
Instead, he stares at the ground as if examining his conscience.
Jeau's owl, perched on his shoulder, rotates its head around to each caller.
Jeau's ears merely perk towards each.
Andrea draws up her knees, soft soles resting on the table surface. Though the
stone must be an uncomfortable seat, she doesn't shift around. "Eight-love.
The helpless cub to the full moon. Serve, gibbeous."
Shin doesn't say a word, face still blank with his expression of civility and
casual interest.
Scab-Survivor turns to eye his elder, clearly confused.
Brittany adds again, "Even the highest born king shares blood with Those Who
Gnaw the Bones. Those who forget our beginnings forget Gaia."
Scab-Survivor turns to eye his alpha, clearly confused.
Sepdet pays silent attention towards the Litany recitation, but always keeps a
subtle amount of regard directed towards Jeau's owl.
Hazmat casts an eye at Brittany, ears splayed in a rather superior amusement.
On the eastern curve, Again Spirit-of-Words calls out the laws of the litany,
the ritual takes it's course and the Fang finally comes to the last law. He
call out,~Thou shalt take no action that causes a Caern to be violated.~
Kichkinet sits stiffly and silently, taking it all in, eyes darting from one
speaker to the next.
Near the Pool, Whitestreak yawns widely, showing off his mouth full of sharp
teeth, then looks around, rocking back and forth on his rear haunches. ~Nah,
I'll take no action whatsoever. I'll just sit here, and whatever happens,
happens. Doesn't matter if some spirits drain the place. I'll just sit here
and whine.~
Anne says, dryly, "And when they came for me, there was no one to protest."
Sepdet raises her voice in an uncharacteristic snarl, although her expression
doesn't change. ~The Wheel is what you make of it, and you _are_ the caern.
Let it be violated, and you violate your own spirit.~
Scab-Survivor's hackles twitch. ~Inaction that brings the death of a Caern is
inaction that has helped to kill Gaia a little.~
Shakes remains rather still and quiet during all of this, until the word
'whine' is spoken. He casts a ahrd glance at Whitestreak, then looks around
at the Caern grounds.
Tastes-Ashes raises her head and simply snarls at the Fool. It is a wordless
protest, but eloquent in the rage of one who has lost a caern.
Jeau closes his eyes, and loses his smile from his face altogether.
Orion nods absently in response to Anne's nudge, but his face begins to
darken. Seriousness falls over his lean features, and he watches Whitestreak
closely now.
On the northern curve, Mark-Of-Thorns emerges from the thin treeline to the
north.
Shin's jaw tightens as he looks up at the Fool. He stands there for a moment,
then voices softly, "Defile a caern, and die. Apathy is worse than the
Wyrm's work." He shrugs.
Brittany shifts, slightly, as if something unseen bothers her. To this last
law, as she has all the others, she has something to add. "Sometimes those
who seem to do the least, in fact, do more than those more visible. Protect
the Caern in the best way you can, by trick or claw, Rite or law."
On the northern curve, Robert closes his eyes and dips his head, saying
firmly, "This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper."
On the northern curve, Mark-Of-Thorns lopes in and shifts at the edge of the
clearing, walking in as unobtrusively as possible.
Whitewings pads quietly closer to Joseph, shivering at the tension in the air.
Shakes lolls his tongue and pants a little, smiling at Brittany.
On the northern curve, Mark-Of-Thorns contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
On the northern curve, Mark-Of-Thorns shifts into Homid form.
Scab-Survivor lifts his muzzles towards Cass as she apears, ears splaying.
Brittany frowns, glancing up as a spot of rain decides her hair looks too
nice. She sighs, and shields herself as best she can with one hand,
suffering in silence.
Andrea's eyes drift to the next event, peering against the shadows to pick out
Joseph.
Near the Pool, Whitestreak heads into the center.
Hazmat scratches at her neck with a hind paw, her grey eyes half-lidding in a
kind of blissful contentedness, like coming home.
Kichkinet dips his head respectfully to the Fool, acknowledging his fellow
Ragabash's service.
Joseph steps forward to the Tablestone, his form taking on mass as he reaches
it.
Shin turns to glance at Sepdet, measuring her for a long moment, then ducks
his head once more.
Joseph contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Joseph pauses, his body losing its continuity and twisting into Crinos form.
On the southern curve, Tatiana takes a deep breath and releases it in a
soundless sigh. She props her chin up on her knees, giving this her best
college try.
Soulcatcher lifts his arms heavenward. ~Mother, your children call to you
tonight. Spirits of our Wheel--Buffalo, Cougar, Magpie, seek your children
this night. We call to honor you. We call to moot!~ His howl starts low,
carrying distinctly. It rises, ringing in the crisp air. The thunder that
echoes it is immediate, and the shimmering, awesome shadow of Buffalo looms
over the caern. Cougar's shadow prowls the curve of the Wheel, her
hair-raising yowl making her presence clearly felt while Magpie's swift
feathers carry on a cool October breeze. Soulcatcher stands down. ~The skyy
is open.~
On the eastern curve, Spirit-of-Words turns his eyes to watch outwards from
the wheel, splitting his attention between the forest beyond, and the goings
on in the center.
On the southern curve, Unferth turns and looks at the totems, bowing his head
to Cougar and giving Buffalo a respectful nod.
Madeline looks definitely impressed. This is cooler than television.
Stormcloud watches all with no small amount of awe.
Scab-Survivor breathes a little quicker as the great totems appear.
Andrea claps at that, her brooding expression smoothing somewhat at the show.
After about half a minute, her eyes move on.
Shin lifts his jaw once more, flashing Sepdet a whimsical smile as he turns to
murmur soft words in his own language as the Totems make their power known.
Richard licks his lips.
Dillan whistles quietly, still impressed even if it isn't his first moot.
On the western curve, Alexander ingores the goings on in the Wheel, his
attention focussed outward.
On the northern curve, Cassandra smiles slightly as the sky is opened, looking
faintly relieved as she heads into the center.
On the northern curve, Cassandra heads into the center.
On the northern curve, Shea closes her eyes, smile soft, and face tipped
upward, toward the sky.
Anne bows slightly towards Cougar, dark eyes shining just slightly.
Shakes sits up straight, checking out the show. Cool. Don't see much a' this
in the city...
On the southern curve, Unferth returns his attention to the watch after paying
his respects.
On the northern curve, Robert smiles in greeting to the totems, giving each a
polite bow at its appearance, a twinkle in his eyes as they make their
presences known.
Sepdet's chin lifts in a silent salute, but she remains oddly detatched
tonight in the part of Moot where the Strider Seer usually focusses most of
her energy. Anyone who didn't know her already would think, from the way
she's taking care not to intrude on anyone else's space, that she were
anruth, or perhaps ronin.
On the Earth Mound, Mark bows respectfully to the totems and then climbs to
the top of the mound.
On the Earth Mound, Mark moves to stand at the very top of the mound, holding
a deer femur above his head. ~Since the beginning, moot has been the time
for Gaia's defenders to gather and say those things that all should hear.
Tonight, we are gathered in that tradition, let those who would speak make
themselves known.~ With that, he snaps the bone in two with a sharp crack.
Brittany watches the Totems with a quiet reverence, after being sure Cougar
isn't going to sneak up and 'greet' her again.
Shin closes his eyes quietly, wrapping his arms around his chest. He ducks his
head slightly and shakes it.
On the southern curve, Matt comes in from the woodland to the south.
SwipesAtSalmon becomes more animated at the visible manifestestion of the
spirits, eyeing her cub's reaction closely. She growls something quietly to
him in answer to a question. They are the spirits of this sept. Remember
them.
Soulcatcher eventually makes his way back to where a good many of the Wendigo
are gathered. He crosses his arms and watches the cracking.
Stormcloud flicks his ears in agreement to Swipes' words.
Whitewings curls up, tucking her nose under her tail, the wind ruffling her
fur.
On the southern curve, Matt slips in quietly from the south. He frowns a bit,
not noticing anyone he really knows, but takes his place in the center just
the same.
On the southern curve, Matt heads into the center.
Cassandra nods to Anne, looking none too happy, then moves to join her
packmates with a rather nervous expression on her face.
Shakes looks over to Matt, inclining his head. Come one over here, man.
Scab-Survivor moves away from Joseph, Kich, and Wings to join his pack by the
Table Stone. He looks up towards the Mound, waiting for a chance to speak...
On the Earth Mound, Mark offers the bone to Holds the Line who strides onto
the mound. He turns to face the assembled garou and speaks. ~Of those who
recently challenged, three have risen in rank: Shea, of the Fianna, to the
rank of fostern; Unferth, of the Get of Fenris, also to the rank of fostern;
and Eligio, of the Uktena, to the rank of adren. Those who wish to challenge
at the next challenge moot should seek me out in the next few days to make
their intentions known.~
Andrea leans back and lets her feet dangle again. Her right hand traces one of
the table's patterns absently.
Nate unfolds his arms from across his chest, and moves toward the earth mound,
finially mingling with the others, taking up position in some sort of queue.
He has something to say.
On the northern curve, Soren congratulates the Fianna Theurge.
Orion greets Cassandra with a slow nod and a slight smile. He stands and steps
back, eyes going to the mound as well, uncertain.
On the northern curve, Shea's eyes crack open, and she nods her thanks to the
Get Theurge near her. Then her eyes close again.
Matt waves at Shakes but grabs a seat in the back, as off by himself as
possible.
Brittany glances to Unferth, giving him a soft smile of congratulations.
Soulcatcher's sharp amber gaze shifts to the Gaian on the Tablestone very
briefly, and then returns to the cracking.
Rose stays close to Anne, fascinated, shy, fidgety, obedient.
Jeau's owl continues to look about, even if Jeau does not.
On the northern curve, Talks-to-Air emerges from the thin treeline to the
north.
On the northern curve, Talks-to-Air pads in. Am I too late?
On the Earth Mound, Mark takes the bones back from Holds the Line as the
Silver Fang returns to the center. ~There are some gathered with us for the
first time. Those garou will now come forward and introduce themselves that
all may know them.~
On the northern curve, Soren turns toward Talks-To-Air, then motions for him
to join the crowd at the center. ~Never too late.~
SwipesAtSalmon gives Stormcloud a succinct shoulder-shove, nudging him towards
the Earth Mound.
Richard clears his throat and moves forward.
Kichkinet contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Kichkinet shifts into Homid form.
On the northern curve, Talks-to-Air whuffs quietly as he passes, heading for
the center.
On the northern curve, Talks-to-Air heads into the center.
Richard heads northwest to the mound of earth.
On the northern curve, Derrick emerges from the thin treeline to the north.
Whitewings sits up a bit as Stormcloud is shoved forward by SwipesAtSalmon.
Stormcloud looks back at Swipes, not to sure of himself with all of these
others around.
Talks-to-Air pads in, and stops at the edge of the Center. He sits down and
watches.
John Franklin stands and steps forward with the others.
Madeline looks up at Brittany. Is that me?
Dusty looks up at Andrea from where he has been sitting silently, awestruck,
his looks questioning.
Orion offers Anne a brief, questioning glance, then swallows and steps
forward, hands fiddling with his sweater.
On the Earth Mound, Richard /zt
Whitewings chuffs encouraginly at Stormcloud, though she doesn't quite expect
him to hear.
Shin arches an eyebrow slightly, glancing with faint amusement at the cubs. He
shakes his head slightly and checks a sigh, drawing himself up as he pads
towards the mound.
Shin heads northwest to the mound of earth.
On the Earth Mound, Mark looks out at the gathered garou, waiting to see if
any come to the mound to introduce themselves.
Orion heads northwest to the mound of earth.
SwipesAtSalmon gives Stormcloud another nudge. Go. Show yourself a Talon.
Jeau sits up from leaning on the ground, and soon afterwards stands up, and
strides confident albiet solemnly towards the mound.
Jeau heads northwest to the mound of earth.
John Franklin heads northwest to the mound of earth.
Brittany nods to Madeliene. "Go." WHen she spies Derrick, she sends him there
as well.
Stormcloud sighs, then heads obediently over to the Mound.
Stormcloud heads northwest to the mound of earth.
Anne gives Orion a nod, and pushes Rose very gently towards the mound. She
murmurs, "Go up there, and when that man points to you, say who you are and
who cares for you. And your auspice."
Matt yawns widely, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth as he watches the
goings on.
Madeline pads to the earth mound, slowed by her recent injuries.
Madeline heads northwest to the mound of earth.
On the southern curve, Tatiana smiles a bit at Stormy's approach to the mound.
Shakes sits back and scratches absently behind an ear, his one eye taking in
the procession of cubs as they head forward to introduce themselves.
Andrea looks down from the stone. "Go on. You left your name tag at home,
after all." Her voice is gentle, if still different from her normal cadence.
Dusty nods, though he doesn't smile at the attempt at levity, and follows his
fellow cubs to the mound.
Soulcatcher glances at Kichkinet, nodding.
On the northern curve, Derrick contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Rose looks questioningly at Anne, confused.
On the northern curve, Derrick shifts into Hispo form.
On the northern curve, Derrick heads into the center.
Anne pushes Rose lightly again, indicating the mound and repeating her
instructions.
Rose heads northwest to the mound of earth.
Brian watches the long line of newcomers and oldcomers move to the mound with
a mixture of interest and impatience. Absently, he wipes his hands against
the fabric of the laine he wears.
On the Earth Mound, The faint, half-amused smile never leaves the Shadow
Lord's lips as he turns to face the cluster of Garou. He draws back half a
step and speaks softly, "I seem to be one of the oldest, I may as well
begin, with your permission, of course..." His head dips towards Mark before
he sketches a bow in the eastern style to the table stone, arms at his
sides. "Shin Takimara, known to the People as
Shining-Blade-Scatters-Darkness, Galliard of the Shadow Lords known as the
Hakken. Unlike many others, I am not a cub."
On the Earth Mound, John Franklin takes his turn next. He looks quietly around
the assembled group, uncharacteristically formal. His outfit is beautifully
done in the old style, sharply contrasting with his white skin and pink
eyes. "I am known among my people simply as the Guide, or Kichkinet, known
also as John Franklin, a reference to an old bit of Wendigo lore. Many of
you have already met me, though this is the first moot I have attended. I
have come from the far ends of the continent north and east both and am
honored to be among you. I am a Trickster of the Wendigo, and honored to be
numbered among my peoples' Fostern despite the failures of my parents."
Scab-Survivor remains straight-faced through the first few introductions.
On the Earth Mound, With one last nervous glance toward his elder, Orion steps
forward after the Shadow Lord, his tongue running across his lips and his
hands wringing before him. "I am Orion Chooses-Honor-Before-Hate," he says
quietly, though just loud enough to carry. "Usher of the Dawn, and Warrior
of the Black Furies." Nodding once, he steps back as undramatically as he
introduced himself.
On the Earth Mound, Richard takes a step forward, and smiles broadly at
Swipes. "Yo. Richard Thomson, who some call Wears-Coyote. Cliath Knife Moon
of the Shadow Lords, from New York City." He brings two fingers to his
temple in salute to the group now. "Pleased to be here."
Both of Cassandra's eyebrows go up at that name, and a smile breaks across her
face as she nods approval.
On the Earth Mound, Jeau steps up, his owl adjusting on his shoulder and
looking about. Casting forth a solemn gaze he begins, ~I am Aken-Benu,
Galliard of the Silent Striders. You may call me Jeau as well, if you would
be friends. I am honored, and most pleased to be among my kind once again.~
On the Earth Mound, Mark looks quizically at Richard, but doesn't make any
comments as the next newcomer steps forward.
On the Earth Mound, Madeline steps forward gingerly. ~Maddy Stewart, Silver
Fang Ahroun cub. I killed a bane yesterday, with Dillan!~ She steps back, a
bit intimidated by the crowd despite her enthusiasm for her recent deed.
Dillan lifts his brows at Richard's introduction.
Brittany can't help but smile at the cub.
On the Earth Mound, Shin's lips twitch slightly; he's forced to lift a finger
to control them.
On the Earth Mound, John Franklin blinks slowly and looks over at the pair of
cubs briefly before regaining his formal bearing.
Scab-Survivor's ears splay at Madeline.
Matt seems to lose interest in the mound fairly quickly. He sneaks a
napkin-wrapped sandwhich from his coat pocket, pulls down the wrapping far
enough to reveal the snack, and takes a bite from it.
On the Earth Mound, Stormcloud pads forward heavily, trying his best not to
look as embarassed as he feels. He speaks, pride showing in his words. This
one is Stormcloud, and comes from where the snows are long. The Red Talons
claim this one, and he learns to do the duties of the Philodox. It is good
to be here. This last is with a slight glance towards Brian. He steps back.
Derrick grins at Madeline and Stormcloud.
Andrea sits up straight again. Her eyes remain on Dusty as she mutters a word
solemnly. The mound is much too far to hear, but those closest can pick it
out. Popcorn?
Dusty hesitates a moment, looking briefly up at the sea of faces and taking a
deep breath. Finally he says, in a quiet tenor that tries to make itself
heard. "Dusty, Child of Gaia cub. I don't know my auspice yet."
Scab-Survivor turns to stare, hard, at Andrea, worry showing in his features.
On the Earth Mound, Rose steps forward, nervous and shaking, but resolute. Her
fingers are interlaced, and she moves her hands unconsciously from side to
side. "Um... I'm Rose. Uh... I'm Full Moon. Uh.. Anne takes care o' me." She
looks to Anne for support.
Sepdet takes an abrupt half-step forward, accidentally jostling the water-bowl
apparently set out for the Rite to come. The Strider's neutral expression
frays a bit at the edges, like a mule trying not to protest being punched in
the mouth.
Anne gives Rose a slight nod and a smile.
On the southern curve, Unferth looks over at Rose, the small ahroun he met
once before. He raises an eyebrow, grins to himself, and looks back to his
guard duties.
Cassandra turns to stare at Andrea as well, obviously worried. She leans over
to whisper something to her, frowning.
Scab-Survivor leans over with Cass, to listen.
Whitewings curls up once again, nose tucked under tail.
SwipesAtSalmon's tail sways a bit at Stormcloud's introduction, although from
the splaying of her ears she seems a bit unsatisfied by the goings-on at the
earth mound.
Andrea shakes her head at Cass. Pushing back her hair, she says to her
packmates in a low tone, "No. That would be Cheetoes."
On the Earth Mound, John Franklin returns to his place beside Joseph.
On the Earth Mound, John Franklin heads into the center.
On the Earth Mound, Orion quickly leaves the mound and the center of
attention, fading through the crowd to return to near Anne's side.
On the Earth Mound, Orion heads into the center.
On the Earth Mound, Mark moves forward again as the last introduction is
given. ~These garou have joined us in our work, let them be treated as is
proper for garou known to the sept.~ He motions the gathered newcomers back
towards the center.
On the Earth Mound, Madeline heads into the center.
On the Earth Mound, Richard glances at Mark quickly, then gladly removes
himself from the centre of attention to the centre of the wheel.
On the Earth Mound, Rose heads into the center.
On the Earth Mound, Richard heads into the center.
On the Earth Mound, Jeau heads into the center.
On the Earth Mound, Stormcloud heads into the center.
On the Earth Mound, Shin pads without a word back to his rise, standing by
himself.
Rose hurries to Anne's side.
On the Earth Mound, Shin heads into the center.
Stormcloud returns to Swipes' side.
Soulcatcher gives Kich a satisfied nod and again his gaze shifts to Andrea,
ears swiveling uneasily.
Dusty immediately moves back to the center and sits down, without comment and
with some apparent relief.
Jeau lowers himself to where he was before, his owl spreading its wings to
descend upon his shoulder and settle again.
Scab-Survivor moves towards the Mound, looking up at Mark.
On the Earth Mound, Mark looks out over the garou and offers the bones to Anne.
Dillan flashes a surreptitious thumbs-up to both Stormcloud and Madeline.
Stormcloud hangs his head humbly.
Sepdet gives Dusty a skittish glance as he approaches, then stoops her
shoulders and stares quietly at the water at her feet.
On the southern curve, Kate comes in from the woodland to the south.
Anne touches Rose's shoulder, murmurs, "Stay here," and walks towards Mark to
accept the bones from him.
Earth Mound
Like flesh slowly peeling back from a bone, a rise of grassy earth surrounds
an emerging upcropping of white stone. The mound rises about six feet above
the surrounding area of the Wheel, and the stone at its peak another three
feet. Forward, you can see a clearing surrounded by rustling trees, while
behind the fire pit is visible.
Anne turns to face the crowd.
At the center, SwipesAtSalmon gives Stormcloud a gentle cuff. Good enough, she
seems to say.
Anne says "It might be remembered that the Galliards were planning to Moot
this past gibbous moon. We did so, and while not everything was accomplished,
we have agreed on some things that I would like the Sept to know. First, we
will be trying to set up a communications network. This is not for
_messages_, as such, but for _information_. If you want to tell someone to
meet you at 8pm, find your own way to pass it, or you can ask us, but I
don't have any real desire to pass that sort of thing back and forth. But
_information_ - such as, we're meeting at 8pm to go after that bane - that
can be passed. There's a subtle difference. Also, we'll be trying to pass
around news, about fights and troubles and other interesting things, in a
bit more prompt sort of manner."
On the southern curve, Kate slips out of the woods, remaining half-concealed
in a tree's shadow.
At the center, Whitewings rises, padding along the edge of the clearing until
she can approach Stormcloud. She nudges his side with a quiet chuff before
turning to move back to the other Wendigo.
Anne pauses for a moment, to give people time to digest that, then continues,
"We are trying, still, to continue storytelling at the Story Tree on
Wednesdays - two days from today, and every week thereafter - at the same
time. Renown stories, important news we haven't had a chance to talk about,
and the history stories, all are welcome. And any of those who want to tell
your own stories, please feel free to tell me so. Galliards don't have a
monopoly on storytelling, after all.
At the center, Cassandra blinks, then shakes her head and after trading
puzzled glances with Touch Deer, turns to watch the earth mound.
Anne says "Now, we're trying to increase our own training, particularly of the
newer ones. If there are any Galliard cubs whose Elders want them to have a
bit of training from a Rited Galliard, _please_ ask one of us, or if you
don't know who to ask come to me and I'll find one for them. We wouldn't be
teaching tribal histories, or anything about tribes, just a bit about our
duties and whatnot, if you think you need or want help. If you don't, that's
great." Her teeth shine a little with reflected firelight as she grins. "_I_
sure don't mind."
On the southern curve, Unferth hoists his club over his shoulder and nods to
Kate, watching over the caern. "Evening," he says in a hushed voice.
At the center, Shin hides a smile at Anne's last statement behind his hand,
rubbing at the side of his face.
On the southern curve, Kate raises an eyebrow at the greeting, and answers
with a curt nod.
At the center, Jeau and his owl stay attentive in their own ways, and very
quiet, for the duration of the Moot.
At the center, Stormcloud smiles wolfishly at Whitewings' reassurances.
Anne pauses again, glancing around thoughtfully. "Now, one last thing. We're
thinking to send our news-passing through specific people to specific
groups, or rather, to specific groups who then might have to tell the others
in the group. Rather than doing it by tribes, although I expect every
Galliard will pass news to their tribemates, I'm thinking to do it by
location. For instance, the farmhouse, the Sept Compound and Guardians, the
city," she inclines her head southwards a little. "Wolf Woods. However, I'm
sure that will miss some people, so I want to ask that if there's some other
groups, they come talk to us to make sure we don't forget them. _Everyone_
needs to know what's going on."
Anne turns back to Mark, holding the pieces of the bone out to him again.
At the center, Cassandra glances at Andrea suddenly, grinning faintly. "You
really got popcorn with you?"
At the center, Scab-Survivor gives Cass one of those, "Hey, stop that!" looks,
and then moves a step closer towards the Mound.
Mark takes the pieces back from Anne with a respectful nod for the elder Fury.
At the center, Whitestreak looks over at his packmates, remarking quickly yet
softly, "'Course not. She can't stand cold popcorn, and where's a good
microwave out here?"
< Anne returns to the center. >
Matt jams the last few bites of his sandwhich into his mouth, wiping the crumb
remnants onto his sleeve. The napkin is rolled into a ball and slipped back
into his pocket.
Nate steps toward the mound as well.
On the Earth Mound, Mark turns again to consider the garou waiting to speak.
After a brief pause, he offers the bones next to Scab-Survivor.
Scab-Survivor heads northwest to the mound of earth.
Andrea blinks at Cassandra and smiles lopsidedly. She stretches out her legs
to reach in her beltpouch. She digs in her pouch, moving carefully around a
sizable object to reach the bottom crevices of the purse. She finally pulls
out a single flint-decorated gummi bear. "Blue?" The theurge's antics are
low-key, not attracting much attention from the normal center-stage of the
mound. As Scab-Survivor takes the bones, she turns her head, candy still
proffered.
Cassandra chuckles softly, and glances at Whitestreak. "I hate blue ones, you
want it?" She grins.
On the southern curve, Kate straightens from her slouch against the tree, and
takes a step or two forward. She crosses both arms over her chest with a
creak of leather.
Shin ignores all the background snacking, shifting his weight slightly. His
eyes half lid after a few more moments.
Madeline quietly glances at Cassandra. I like candy.
On the Earth Mound, Scab-Survivor steps up and takes the bone from Mark, and
turns to face the gathered Sept. ~I would like to tell everyone that one of
my pups is a Garou. He is Walks-In-Circles, the smallest male of the litter.
Quiet-rhya performed the Baptism of Fire Rite for me.~ He hands the bone
back to Mark, his ears twitching with suble joy, his small tail wagging
slightly.
On the southern curve, Tatiana shifts her weight a bit, trying to get
comfortable on the hard ground.
Whitestreak shakes his head. ~Holding out for a green one,~ he rumbles softly,
eyeing Andrea with more than a bit of concern.
John Franklin growls softly, one of the few noises he has made all night; a
congratulatory sound.
SwipesAtSalmon's ears prick forward sharply at the Wendigo's announcement, and
gives a curt bark of approval.
Shin arches an eyebrow slightly at the Wendigo, then nods slightly.
On the southern curve, Kate's expression shifts into a thin, rare smile.
"Congrats, kiddo." The words are soft, perhaps too soft for any beyond the
southern edge to hear.
Stormcloud watches Scab-Survivor descend from the mound, happy to hear those
words made public.
On the eastern curve, Spirit-of-Words's eyes flick over briefly to the Wendigo
from his watch, and a slight smile touches his features before he returns to
watch out to the east.
Andrea smiles, an honest expression. She looks at the bear, shrugs, and says,
"No cigar." She then pops it in her mouth, lint and all.
On the Earth Mound, Scab-Survivor heads into the center.
Whitewings gives a happy bark in Scab-Survivor's direction.
Without taking her attention from the Earth Mound, the rather subdued Sepdet
mutely stretches an arm back towards Quiet, holding out an empty cupped hand.
Cassandra turns towards the mound, and grins in approval. ~Is he okay?~ she
asks Touch Deer, a small vestige of seriousness returning.
On the western curve, Pete Barlow works his way free of the dense treeline to
the west.
Nate takes another step up toward the Earth Mound, foot flexed, to make the
climb. He eyes Mark, patiently.
Scab-Survivor nods to Cassandra. ~Healthy and strong.~
Soulcatcher's tufted ers splay with pleasure, uttering a soft murmur of
approval at Touch Deer's announcement.
On the western curve, Pete Barlow pulls quietly into the Wheel, staying close
to the trees where he watches, silent.
On the Earth Mound, Mark takes the bone back from Scab-Survivor, giving an
annoyed look to the group chattering about popcorn. As he offers Nate the
bone, he says, ~It is traditional to bring engrossing matters before the
spet as a whole.~
On the western curve, Alexander spots Barlow before he's into the clearing. He
gives the Gnawer a brief wave, and continues watching into the forest.
Whitewings pads over and nudges Soulcatcher's leg, leaning against him.
Nate takes his turn up on the Mound, pauses long enough to get a good look at
all those faces, then smiles, a trifle smugly. "Name's Nate Heisl. Garou
call me Firestone. Unless you've got a good tire joke, don't bother.
Fostern, Fang of Garm. Someone has to balance out all the Hands around here,
eh? Means I'm Get. Of Fenris." A hesitation, and he continues. "Main point
of being here is this: There's a new pack forming in the scab. Glass Walker,
and some other hangers on. You want something done, find me, or spread the
word. I'll be back and forth between here and the city. Don't worry. I don't
bite." He nods, murmurs a thanks, and steps down.
Shakes smiles at Scab-Survivor's news, giving a quick nod at him. Cool.
Richard eyes Nate thoughtfully.
Cassandra nods, eyes twinkling wickedly as she turns her attention back to the
mound. The announcement wipes the smile from her face, and what might be a
scowl replaces it.
On the western curve, Pete Barlow leans forward slightly at Nate's words,
offering a slow, thoughtful nod to the announcement of a pack forming.
Scab-Survivor scowls himself and watches Nate as he leaves the Mound.
Andrea digs a bit in her pouch again. After half a minute, she bestows the
metis with a much-squashed jelly bean. If she notices the Truthcatcher's
admonishment, she doesn't react. At any rate, her mouth is busy working at
the candy and not nattering.
Matt leans back as the moot continues, stretching out his legs and sitting
back on his elbows.
On the Earth Mound, Mark takes the bones back and moves to the top of the
mound again. ~Are there others who wish to speak?~
Scab-Survivor glances at his packmates, and begins moving towards the Mound
again.
Cassandra glances at her packmates, then stands up and motions to Whitestreak
and Touch Deer. Andrea she leaves there, with a faintly worried glance.
Whitestreak contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Whitestreak heads northwest to the mound of earth.
On the southern curve, Tatiana takes another deep breath and begins to
"crab-walk" backwards so as not to disturb the Garou in the center.
On the Earth Mound, Whitestreak shifts into Homid form.
Andrea's dark eyes follow her pack, though she doesn't move from the stone.
Her jaws move slower, and she swallows.
Scab-Survivor, Cassandra, and Patrick all gather at the base of the Mound,
waiting to speak.
On the southern curve, Tatiana heads south, out of the Wheel and into the
forest.
On the Earth Mound, Mark notes the garou approaching as a group and offers the
bone to whichever of them moves to take it first.
Scab-Survivor heads northwest to the mound of earth.
On the southern curve, Kate raises an eyebrow slightly, as Whitestreak moves
to join the other two.
Sepdet chews slowly and thoughtfully from the small morsel provided by Quiet,
watching the small group with a certain wistfulness. She glances quickly
towards Chaser and back.
On the Earth Mound, Scab-Survivor takes the bone, and turns to face the Sept
for the second time. ~I speak for my pack at this time...~ He glances,
worried, to Andrea at the Table Stone. ~We petition the Alpha of the Sept
for the right to claim territory in the area of the Scab bordered by
Barringer...Market...Thirteenth...and...Osprey.~ He glances At Patrick, as
if making sure he got those names right, and then continues. ~And also for
the right to have Lake Arthur as Territory.~
Soulcatcher reaches down to scruff the young lupe's ruff as he watches with
acute curiousity the goings on of the mound.
Shakes looks back, noticing Pete as he enters. He gives a little nod to him
and starts to settle down to rest again. He becomes suddenly alert at
Scab-Survivor's words, his ears perking up.
On the Earth Mound, Patrick nods as Scab-Survivor names the streets, giving
the Wendigo encouragement with the unfamiliar names.
Cassandra heads northwest to the mound of earth.
On the Earth Mound, Cassandra's eyes follow Andrea most closely, and she chews
on her lip as she listens to Touch Deer.
Shin arches an eyebrow slightly, then shakes his head and turns aside,
sighing. He shuffles his feet and sinks into a sitting position.
SwipesAtSalmon's muzzle comes up as she sniffs appraisingly at those on the
earth mound.
Stormcloud turns to whisper something to SwipesAtSalmon.
Anne gives the group on the mound, and then Andrea, a curious look, lips
slightly thinned as she presses them together.
On the southern curve, Kate arches a brow.
Brian, who has been paying rapt attention through all this, frowns slightly at
the request. He runs a thoughtful hand back through his hair, incidentally
smearing blue paint through raven locks. ~I don't know,~ he says. ~I am not
comfortable with the idea of a pack claiming territory in both the city and
the woods. It seems like a choice should be made for one or the other.~ He
pauses; those who have before seen him grapple with the emotions bestowed by
the full moon may notice a subtle difference, as if he rides a wave rather
than resisting by building a wall. ~What does the sept say?~ He asks the
question in a voice loud enough to carry all across the clearing.
Nate chuckles quietly.
SwipesAtSalmon flicks an ear at Stormcloud, a little irritably. They are
remaking a pack, and discussing territory. You should understand that much.
On the Earth Mound, Mark looks surprised by the format for the decision and
waits for the roar of voices.
Anne says, quietly, "It seems to me it would be too difficult. But the
traditional way is to lay the claim and to defend it. If they can hold both
areas against Wyrm and Garou both, if other Garou wish one or the other
territory, it is theirs. Let them try; it will be the best way to prove it."
Richard looks around the gathering.
Matt's eyelids flicker between open and closed, settling on the latter. His
head lolls forward sharply as he slips off his elbow and slumps to the
ground. The fall is sufficient to rouse him, though, as he sits back up
slowly, shaking his head.
Tastes-Ashes shakes her ruff. Even though she is not of this sept, her
experience leads her to voice an opinion. ~To divide a territory is to
invite assault. You weaken your forces, spread your pack too thin and let
the Wyrm slip in through the cracks.~
On the Earth Mound, Scab-Survivor nods as Anne speaks, apparently aggreeing
with her.
On the southern curve, Kate flips a shock of hair out of her eyes, with a
little toss of her head. "Quiet?" Her voice is hoarse, rough; simply a
what-do-*you*-think?
Brittany awnswer Brian's question when able, loud enough to carry back,
"Moon-Laughs--Quiet has claimed Lake Arthur and the region about it before.
Let her pack guard her land. Let _new_ packs form for the city's territory.
Fresh Renown for fresh packs."
On the western curve, Pete Barlow clears his throat. "What do they know 'bout
working the city? Gots credentials?" The big Gnawer looks over at the mound
as if sizing up the folks there.
Nate speaks up again, with, "'course, as long as any pack who runs in the city
is willing to listen to the pack who wins said area of scab,when it comes to
what does and ddoesn't get done, they'd be welcome."
On the southern curve, Kate glances toward the Gnawer, and is quick to speak
in defense. "Whitestreak knows the scab."
On the Earth Mound, Scab-Survivor looks to Pete as he speaks, and then
abruptly looks to the ground in an openly submissive gesture.
On the Earth Mound, Cassandra crosses her arms, and stares right back at the
appraising faces, waiting. At Nate's reply, she tenses.
Shakes looks up, cocking his head. His pack has been patrolling the south side
of town, but no one else probably would want that anyhow. Too dirty and
dangerous.
Andrea straightens her back, her glance going to her pack: homids all, though
the Wendigo shows a clear duality beside the two city-based packmates. She
answers Kate and the rest of the sept in her oddly fractured way, though her
meaning is clear. "Neither is just a summer home. Got a foot in both worlds,
got a home in both places." She shrugs. "Circle rather than a crossroads.
Would the sept require a sundering?"
Sepdet ducks her head and murmurs softly, rather apologetically, ~It would not
go entirely ill, for a pack of both experienced and new, city and wyld Garou
to guard both the city and wyld. We could use more bridges. Time will show
whether they can succeed at it.~
On the Earth Mound, Cassandra looks over at Patrick, and asks a succinct
question. ~How much longer is your....hold...on the den going to be?~
On the western curve, Pete Barlow nods toward Kate, respect in his eyes.
"That's true. But... what about the rest? One good raggie goes a long way...
but not all the way." He looks over at Brian and then crosses his arms,
apparently finished.
On the eastern curve, Spirit-of-Words states simply,~They are Garou, if they
can hold the territory, let them. The only way to know if they can is to let
them try.~
Sepdet looks towards Pete. ~Remember too which Garou _first_ reclaimed for
Gaia the Harbor Park your tribe now claims,~ she adds, gently. ~Some of them
stand here.~
On the western curve, Alexander finally raises his voice. "Let them claim it.
They'll hold it or they won't. If they don't, the shame is theirs."
On the southern curve, Kate nods at Sepdet's words. She rakes a hand back into
her hair, and takes a step toward the center to speak; this time the
rough-edged voice has a touch more volume, to address the gathered Sept. "If
*they* don't intend to kick out Quiet or me, I'm with Sep. I say let'em."
Brian listens in silence to the opinions being voiced, and eventually holds up
a hand to ask for silence.
Shakes notices that the Glass Walkers who would most likely be the ones whose
toes would be stepped on are not present.
Nate's arms go back across his chest. "Sure. Spirit of fair play. You can hold
it, it's yours. No fight from me, if you earn it."
Brian draws a breath, and focuses his eyes on the pack in question. ~Given
what you have heard from your septmates, do you wish to alter your request?~
On the Earth Mound, Scab-Survivor turns and 'huddles' with his packmates while
they converse quietly with each other.
On the Earth Mound, Mark takes a discrete step away from the huddle.
Andrea keeps her eyes on the mound, waiting.
On the western curve, Pete Barlow leans forward slightly toward Alexander, a
quadruple sproud of red licorice dangling in his outstreched hand. "Want
some?"
Anne keeps her own eyes on Andrea, frowning thoughtfully.
On the western curve, Alexander takes a piece of licorice and starts eating
while the team decides what play to call.
On the western curve, Pete Barlow selects one for himself and tucks the rest
back in his pocket, watching the group on the mound as he gnaws on the
licorice.
John Franklin continues to sit in silence beside Joseph, watching thoughtfully.
Shakes gets up and pads over to the elder Gnawer. Licorice...
Shakes heads west, away from the center of the Wheel.
On the western curve, Pete Barlow nods to Shakes and retrieves a bit of the
red twist, tossing it over casually.
Brian clears his throat slightly, with a bit of impatience, though his
expression remains askance.
On the Earth Mound, Scab-Survivor turns around, ears twitching. He grunts. ~We
have reached a decision...~
Brian simply nods. And listens.
On the western curve, Shakes chews a little on the candy and waits for the
announcement.
On the Earth Mound, Patrick looks distinctly unhappy, giving the Pure-Bred
Adren Alpha a minor "go-to-Hell-and-spin-on-a-pitchfork" glare.
On the Earth Mound, Scab-Survivor says, ~Our pack would still like to claim
Lake Arthur as Territory, but no longer wishes to claim the Scab portion. We
only ask that Garou respect the portion of the Scab previously mentioned, as
several members of out pack live there.~
John Franklin's eyes narrow thoughtfully as he takes in the implications that
seem to fly around the pack's announcement.
On the western curve, Pete Barlow looks over at the mound, smiles, and says to
Shakes, half-spoken, "They call that 'de facto' territory... If'n you live
there."
Matt pulls himself up to a standing position, and joins his tribemates to the
west.
Matt heads west, away from the center of the Wheel.
On the southern curve, Kate's brow furrows slightly, and she purses her lips a
little, watching Whitestreak in particular.
Andrea raises her hands, then tilts them in a balance. "The circle tilts,
unbroken." She then looks toward Nate, something hard under the masking
overlay of imbalance. "Who walks the walk, talks the talk."
Brian nods slowly, emphatically. ~I think that is wise,~ he says, ~and so, it
seems, do many of your septmates. The city remains the sept's protectorate,
and *many* of us either live or have friends or family who live there. It
falls to all of us to be understanding of that, and do our best to respect
one another's living space.~
Sepdet gives Pete Barlowe an oddly bitter glance.
On the western curve, Shakes cocks his head at Touch Deer's words. Seems
reasonable. Not Shakes' turf anyhow. He finishes the licorice stick and
looks over to Pete. Gotta bail. Got a litter on the way back at the old
church. He looks over to White-Eye, indicating that they should leave. His
packmate pads over to join him.
On the western curve, Pete Barlow holds out a stretch of the red licorice to
Matt, saying nothing as he nods to Shakes.
On the Earth Mound, Patrick smiles slightly at Brian's words, a distinctly
hard smile. "The Sept's protectorate, hm?" he says softly. "Got it."
Nate's attention rounds to Andrea, and he grins, slowly. "Who talks the talk,
walks the walk, ma'am. Promise you that." The statement is ended with a wink.
On the Earth Mound, Cassandra smirks faintly, and shoots a glance at Patrick
before whispering in his ear.
Brian lifts his shoulders in a shrug aimed at Patrick. ~It always has been,
even when Arjun claimed it. Part of the land the sept watches over, even
though individual packs claim hold on it. What's the problem?~
On the western curve, Shakes holds, looking back. Maybe there'll be a fight!
Maybe he chould wait, at least a few minutes before going back to the city.
This could be interesting...
On the western curve, Matt snags a bit of licorice and pops it into his mouth,
watching the ebents at the mound with passing interest. "We should do
something with all the Gnawers at some time. A party or something."
On the Earth Mound, Scab-Survivor clears his throat. ~We would also have it
known that SwipesAtSalmon-rhya has given our pack permission to claim to
areas as Protectorate. First, the area near my litter's den, in the southern
portion of Cinder's pack's territory. And second, the area of Quiet's
litter, south of Lake Arthur.~
On the Earth Mound, Patrick smiles winningly back at the Fianna. "No problem,
Alpha. Just making sure I heard you correctly."
Sepdet's hands clench and unclench. She lets out a quiet breath of sheer
frustration, and sits down, tucking her knees into her chest.
On the Earth Mound, Scab-Survivor adds, ~And those areas are, officially, Red
Talon territory.~
On the western curve, Shakes shakes his head. No fight, damn. Better get back
before the pups are born. He pads out into the forest.
On the western curve, Shakes heads west, out past the rim of the Wheel.
On the Earth Mound, Scab-Survivor holds the bone back out towards Mark.
On the Earth Mound, Cassandra shoots a glance at Patrick, her lip twitching,
and nods slowly. Only then does she turn her attnetion back to Andrea,
studying her thoughtfully.
On the western curve, Pete Barlow gives a nod to Matt with a hint of smile.
"Yeah, best do that. Before Turkey day. Kind of a warm up." He turns back to
the mound as the bone is passed.
On the Earth Mound, Patrick heads into the center.
On the Earth Mound, Cassandra heads into the center.
On the Earth Mound, Scab-Survivor heads into the center.
~Sure,~ Brian answers Patrick, his expression skeptical but his tone as
pleasant and reasonable as the moon can allow. ~And that's fine, Touch
Deer,~ he says. ~If anyone has any problems with it, then they can challenge
either you or Swipes or both.~
On the Earth Mound, Mark takes the bones back, looking to Brian to make sure
he has nothing more to say on the matter before looking to see if there are
any others who wish to speak.
Andrea seems better focused than before Ouroboros mounted the hill. Her hand
creeps to the bag at her side.
SwipesAtSalmon's tail droops a bit at the mention of Red Talon territory.
Stormcloud looks questioningly at SwipesAtSalmon, not understanding her
reaction.
Cassandra sits down and leans close to her packmates, speaking quietly.
Shin remains quietly seated, distant as matters that don't concern him are
discussed.
On the southern curve, Kate heads into the center.
Patrick grins wryly at Kate. "Thanks," he says simply and softly.
Kate nods to Patrick, her lips pursed in the usual cynical expression. She
makes her way through the gathering, deftly, until the reaches Sepdet's
side; she drops to one knee there, expressionless. A few muttered words to
the Strider, and she straightens.
Sepdet seems to have reined her temper back in, and merely gives Kate a sad
nod.
On the Earth Mound, Mark waits for a minute or two and then speaks. ~As there
is nothing else that needs to be said, the cracking of the bone is ended.~
He lowers the bone pieces to his side. ~Most of you are aware that our caern
was weakened some time ago and that many sept members have been striving to
find a way to repair the damage. Tonight, Quiet will lead a rite to repair
that damage and restore the Wheel to health with the aid of the assembled
sept.~
On the northern curve, Robert watches the tableaux at the center silently,
running his fingers through his rain-slicked silver hair, waiting on the
next part of the Moot, which deals more with his responsibilities.
On the southern curve, Hayes comes in from the woodland to the south.
On the southern curve, Hayes heads into the center.
John Franklin blinks, looking around for this Quiet person.
Scab-Survivor nudges his Metis tribesmate and points towards the queer woman
on the Table Stone.
On the southern curve, Unferth looks toward Quiet patiently.
Richard glances to the south, frowning.
Kate glances toward Quiet, eyes narrowing.
John Franklin blinks again, more slowly, at the seeming invalid seated on the
table stone. Only the fact that they are at a moot stops a stream of
commentary.
Andrea glances again toward the mound, away from her huddled packmate. She
scoots to the edge of the table and slides to the ground. She then calls
out, "Like the circle of city and woods, we are many in one, aspects of all.
Let the blood come to the center, and the spirit group around." Smiling
gently at her pack, she says, "The body has a time and place. For now,
circle the outermost and add your strength."
John Franklin blinks a third time as Andrea says something vaguely coherent
for the first time tonight.
Rose looks up dubiously to Anne, not understanding at all.
Scab-Survivor moves to take a place in a growing circle around Quiet and the
Table Stone, but he cannot help but sneer silently at the words "The circle
of city and woods."
Madeline has nearly fallen asleep during all the territory discussion, and
barely pays attention to Quiet's strange words.
On the Earth Mound, Mark heads into the center.
Brittany scritches Maddy calmly.
Hazmat raises her muzzle at her cue. As eagerly as a puppy, she bounds into
the center, past Anne. Drew, dressed in white and black, pauses hesitantly.
He looks at Andrea, but then at Anne. The philodox is apparently waiting for
guidance.
John Franklin watches Soulcatcher for a cue.
Shin cocks his head slightly, looking up, if only just a little.
Richard watches quietly, calmly.
Whitewings looks to Soulcatcher as well, stance showing uncertainty.
Anne stirs out of her silence, maintained since she spoke in answer to Brian's
question to the Sept, to move towards Quiet, humming. Her walk is fluid,
graceful, different from what her usual. To the others of the Sept, she
makes a motion of a circle with her hands, then indicating in an arc the
Wheel of the caern.
Scab-Survivor breaks off from where he stands to go towards Joseph.
Brian's lips purse into something of a frown; he stays where he is, close to
the center of the Wheel.
Sepdet gets back to her feet, not moving from her position to Quiet's left a
few yards away. She looks down at the bowl of water before her bare toes
with a faint sigh, then turns her attention to Quiet and squares her
shoulders.
Soulcatcher's ear swivels contemplatively, and then he steps up into the
growing circle, taking his place.
Shin sighs quietly and climbs to his feet with a grunt, moving towards the rim
of the sept.
John Franklin steps into a place in the circle as well, beside Soulcatcher.
Whitewings pads hesitently after Soulcatcher, in his shadow mostly.
Patrick slips into the circle, still vaguely unhappy but with a new focus for
his irritation.
Stormcloud looks at Swipes questioningly.
Rose trails after Anne, still looking confused.
Brittany shrugs at her cubs, at a total loss.
Legs weary, Dillan slumps down to the ground nearby Madeline, although he
keeps Natasha in sight. He rubs his eyes vigorously, then peers at the
gathering.
On the southern curve, Unferth brandishes his club and lumbers into the center
of the wheel, the hairs on his clothing bobbing and moving with each step.
On the southern curve, Unferth heads into the center.
Hayes completely fails to parse for a few seconds, then moves into his place.
Derrick shrugs at Brittany, and moves into circle of people.
Anne turns around almost instantly, to take Rose's shoulders. "Go stand in the
outer circle, Rose." She glances around at everyone, and urges, "The outer
circle for this Rite must be made of all those who wish the Wheel restored,
all those who wish to help. If you have no assigned place you know of, then
you should go there." She does lift one hand to gesture Cassandra to stay.
SwipesAtSalmon turns her muzzle, in turn, towards the Ritemistress, trying to
puzzle out the high-fallutin speech. At length, she decides they must be the
body, and circles out to take up a southern positon.
SwipesAtSalmon heads south, away from the center of the Wheel.
Rose does as she is ordered.
Madeline looks up at Brittany. What should I be doing now? Is this a game?
Stormcloud heads south, away from the center of the Wheel.
Scab-Survivor nods to his elder, steps back away from the gather circle,
cracks his neck audibly, and sets himself in a positions to scout for
incoming Banes or whatever might take this oppurtunity to attack the Wheel...
Richard finds a place where he wants the wheel restored.
Richard heads east, away from the center of the Wheel.
On the southern curve, Stormcloud follows Swipes obediently.
On the northern curve, Robert whispers something to Soren, then cuts through
the Wheel, going around the circles in the center.
Scab-Survivor heads south, away from the center of the Wheel.
On the northern curve, Robert heads into the center.
Shin heads west, away from the center of the Wheel.
Robert heads southeast to the pool.
John Franklin goes to the outer circle a bit uncertainly, moving with the
other Wendigo.
Derrick heads southeast to the pool.
Cassandra glances at Anne, surprised, then nods and remains where she is, in
the second scircle.
On the southern curve, Scab-Survivor decides to join Swipes, instead...
Brittany frowns. "I am unsure, cub. This is one I have never seen before. Go
to the outside rim with the others. Stay near Fredderick and Dillan."
Kate rakes a hand back into her hair, and makes her way to the outer circle.
"Hope everyone here can give blood," she mutters.
Near the Pool, Robert's eyes stop on his reflection in the pool.
Kate heads south, away from the center of the Wheel.
Brian shakes his head slowly, muttering imprecations under his breath about
the crypic natures of theurges. He makes his way to the mound and plants
himself there.
Brian heads northwest to the mound of earth.
On the western curve, Shin pads towards the member of his Tribe, arms wrapped
around his chest.
Rose heads northwest to the mound of earth.
Madeline heads southeast to the pool.
John Franklin heads north, away from the center of the Wheel.
Near the Pool, Robert gazes into the pool, and suddenly he vanishes.
Mark heads northwest to the mound of earth.
Brittany heads northwest to the mound of earth.
On the northern curve, John Franklin contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
On the northern curve, John Franklin shifts into Crinos form.
Unferth moves by Sepdet and Andrea, huffing with each slow, heavy step.
Dillan heads southeast to the pool.
Soulcatcher motions for Wings to join those ringing the Wheel and then
crouches to take up his drum.
Whitewings just manages to look more confused and pads off towards the south.
Whitewings heads south, away from the center of the Wheel.
Soulcatcher heads east, away from the center of the Wheel.
On the northern curve, Kichkinet stands alone in the north. ~More are needed
to bridge the gaps here.~
On the Earth Mound, As Rose comes into his reach, Brian rests a firm hand on
her shoulder. The grip is firm, though not painful.
On the southern curve, Scab-Survivor moves close to Whitewings. ~Cub, stay
close.~
On the eastern curve, Spirit-of-Words smiles a little as Soulcatcher make his
way over, but continues his vigil, watching out into the forest.
On the southern curve, Whitewings settles down next to Scab-Survivor, relaxing
somewhat as she responds to the command.
On the Earth Mound, Rose stands still, submissive and ... assured, somehow, by
the Adren's solidity.
On the eastern curve, Soulcatcher's deft hands begin to bring fort a rythm on
the drum, like distant coreographed thunder. The sound brings the sounds of
the shuffling caern together, drawing the garou within together as well.
On the northern curve, Kichkinet turns to see Soren step out of the woods
behind him. The pair take up as much space in the loose circle as he can.
On the western curve, Shin takes up the western post quietly, alone.
On the southern curve, Stormcloud looks worriedly at Whitewings.
On the southern curve, Scab-Survivor frowns at Kich. ~Come on Wings, we are
going to join our tribesmate on the Northern rim...~
On the southern curve, Scab-Survivor heads into the center.
Scab-Survivor heads north, away from the center of the Wheel.
Andrea looks around at the milling Garou. She makes an effort, casting out her
voice again. "Wyld has left us, and wyld we must restore. Wyld fills me, and
shatters the egg." She holds out her hands, giving at least that much of an
explaination. "Breed is the first shaper, and this at the center." She
indicates Hazmat and Sepdet, as well as herself. "Spirit is the wounded,
that to be healed." Her next gesture takes in Unferth, Anne, and Cassandra,
dressed as oddly as they are. "Body is us all. Sing, or dance, or give your
gift of claws and blood. However you are called."
On the northern curve, Kichkinet steps to the side, moving with Soren, and
looks gratefully at his tribemates as they fill the gaps in the northern
arch of the circle.
On the southern curve, Kate closes her eyes, catching the rhythm of the drum
perhaps. She starts to circle the Wheel at a meditative walk, following its
curve forward, whispering a chant of half-sounded words.
Hayes heads east, away from the center of the Wheel.
On the southern curve, Whitewings pads quickly after.
On the southern curve, Whitewings heads into the center.
Whitewings heads north, away from the center of the Wheel.
On the western curve, Shin checks a sigh and begins to chant softly in
Japanese, eyes falling shut.
On the northern curve, Scab-Survivor crouches down and tosses his mane about,
lightly, and begins flexing his claws...
Listeners in the Wheel:
Name Sex Form Doing Location
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Unferth M Glabro - Center of the Wheel
Cassandra F Homid - Center of the Wheel
Patrick M Homid - Center of the Wheel
Anne F Homid - Center of the Wheel
Sepdet F Glabro - Center of the Wheel
Andrea F Homid Sitting on the table st Center of the Wheel
Whitewings F Lupus - Northern Curve
Scab-Survivor M Crinos - Northern Curve
Kichkinet M Crinos - Northern Curve
Brittany F Homid Perfect.YouExpectedLess Earth Mound
Mark M Crinos - Earth Mound
Rose F Homid Athletic dynamo. Earth Mound
Brian M Homid - Earth Mound
Shin M Homid - Western Curve
Kate F Homid - Southern Curve
Stormcloud M Lupus Healthy Southern Curve
SwipesAtSalmon F Lupus - Southern Curve
Dillan M Homid Right hand appears burn Around the Pool
Madeline F Lupus - Around the Pool
Derrick M Hispo - Around the Pool
Hayes M Homid - Eastern Curve
Soulcatcher M Crinos - Eastern Curve
Richard M Homid - Eastern Curve
Spirit-of-Words M Crinos - Eastern Curve
On the Earth Mound, Rose looks up to Brian, whispering a question.
Patrick heads west, away from the center of the Wheel.
On the eastern curve, Richard eyes those around him, and scratches idly at his
cheek.
Near the Pool, Madeline looks up at Derrick. Are we supposed to do something
now?
Unferth stomps heavily as he circles, pausing to lift his head in a loud
bellow, pounding his chest with his fists to inspire the other Garou.
On the Earth Mound, Brian watches the choreography at the center for a few
more moments, then nods slightly to Rose and gestures her towards the
center, near where Unferth and Cassandra and Anne stand. "Go there, with
them, and, yes, dance, little one."
On the northern curve, Whitewings, dwarfed by her tribemates, allows her form
to succumb to the tension of the night.
Sepdet keeps her shoulders slightly stooped in a posture that is not so much
submissive as, perhaps, a mime of the breed that she is dutifully
representing. Unconsciously, she begins to hum part of the healing/cleansing
lullabye she's used at the caern since cubhood, in soft counterpoint to her
packmate's drum.
On the northern curve, Whitewings contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
Near the Pool, Derrick, at his first Rite of any sort, grins at Maddy.
~Apparently, we're supposed to do stuff as the spirit moves us.~ Suiting
action to words, he starts humming a vague little tune in time to
Soulcatcher's beat.
On the northern curve, Whitewings shifts into Crinos form.
On the northern curve, Kichkinet looks around and gets the picture in fairly
short order. Even though Anruth, he decides that a sacrifice to this caern's
gnosis is what he should do. He begins a fast-paced dance, approximately
double-time to the beat. The Wendigo and Uktena immediately realize that it
has a spiritual significance of some sort in the ancient tradition of the
Ghost Dancers.
On the western curve, Shin's arms stay folded across his chest as he completes
the first verse of poetry, then turns. Arms still up, his feet begin to
move, tracing a stately and proper path across the grass; at least at first.
Slowly, the steps begin to become more free, varying from time to time.
On the Earth Mound, Seeking a place to begin, Rose adjusts her clothes and
begins a warm-up. She stretches, contorting beyond what looks humanly
possible. Nonetheless, she smiles as she exercises... The little athlete
obviously enjoys her sport. Her eyes defocus, and she takes on an almost
perceptible glow of trancelike serenity. Rose's breathing deepens with each
disciplined, carefully choreographed movement.
Near the Pool, Madeline looks confused. Maybe the spirits will move me to take
a nap. Is that good enough?
Andrea turns to Sepdet as the caern finally seems to grasp the beginnings of
her shattered words. The theurge raises her voice in a counterpoint song,
the words clearly human, if no longer English. Hazmat, not to be outdone,
gives short chuffing howls. The strange trio is nearly drowned out by
Unferth's bovine roar, but they hardly seem to notice.
On the northern curve, Scab-Survivor crouches lower, watching Kich as he
dances, getting a feel for the rhythm of his feet as they pound the earth...
On the eastern curve, Soulcatcher adds a gruff, grating crinos song to the
beauty of the drum. The staccato chant is familiar to all who know the
Wendigo, carrying the distinct flavor of his native culture.
On the Earth Mound, Rose's spirit is touched by the Rite. In her suggestibly
state, she moves automatically into her own form of piety to the Spirit
World.
On the Earth Mound, From her pockets, the girl brings forth a pair of
ribbon-festooned sticks. A pair of sticks, with long silk ribbons attached,
twirl under the girl's skilled attention. The streamers unfurl and float,
delicate undulating trails of white and blue. Rose begins slowly, a
butterfly emerging from chrysalis. Suddenly, a burst of dynamism transforms
the placid routine. Now the suggestion is of butterfly knives striking out
in the sticky hands pattern of Kali Escrima, a combat art from Rose's native
island. The ribbons are almost living things, incarnations of aggression.
They never stop moving or touch the ground, even as Rose gyrates and dances
frenetically in her wildly choregraphed routine. She gives the impression of
the pure savagery of war at a hand-to-hand level. One is transported to a
less civilized time in one's mind. All the while, she is just a little girl,
this is only a rhythmic gymnastics display. But it is breathtaking.
Anne begins to turn in a circle in place, eyes skipping over Unferth but
pausing on each of his packmates around the Wheel. Only after she has looked
at each one does she begin to dance: a circle of quick, light steps, silent
under the drumming and other sounds, around both the circle in the center
and weaving around Unferth and Cassandra. The movements are graceful even in
their quickness, as she strikes at the other two in the second circle with
light, playful batting that does nothing to disguise the dangerous glint in
her eyes.
Near the Pool, Derrick breaks his humming to answer, ~I do not think so...
Come, dance with me?~
On the Earth Mound, Brian takes a few steps back from Rose, to give the slip
of a girl room to do her dance. His own shape begins to gather muscle and
mass, passing upwards through the near-man to the crinos. ~Ms. Jefferson,~
he growls quietly, the quirk of his muzzle hardly a reassuring expression,
~the caern wants blood. C'mere.~
On the Earth Mound, Brian contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
On the Earth Mound, Brian shifts into Crinos form.
Cassandra lsitens quietly to the beat of the drum for a moment, then catches
it. She tosses her head back, letting out a piercing shriek that sounds
oddly like a bird's call as her feet begin to move. Her movements are
smoother than her tribemates as she begins to weave herself around them,
looking as if she might take flight.
Near the Pool, Madeline gives Derrick a look. There must be something else
that we can do.
On the northern curve, The wind picks up suddenly on the northern edge of the
circle, howling an eerie counterpoint to Joseph's song. Those on the north
and northwest feel the wind begin to bite reminiscent of a December breeze,
though it is too diluted to cause actual frostbite.
On the eastern curve, Hayes does not sing, or dance. He speaks calmly; given
the cacaphony, his words are probably only sensible to a few. "Phoenix took
me. Carried me in his claws. High above the world..."
On the eastern curve, Spirit-of-Words starts to sing lowly, his words clear,
but soft. The hymn seems ancient, it's words beautiful and moving only in
the mother tongue, a call to nuture and protect the Mother no matter the
cost. While his voice is hardly refined or skilled, the passion can be heard
in his voice, as the volume starts to build.
On the northern curve, Scab-Survivor stands up, a little hunched over, and
abruptly begins to dance with his tribemate Kichkinet. He imitates the older
Trickster, but his feet move with the dexterity of an experienced dancer.
Sepdet adds her shimmering pure howl after Quiet's and Hazmat's, subtly
deferring to them, tonight, as is proper for the false-born. Some of the
Strider's usual spirit finally begins to pour out in that yearning, inhuman
cry, a primal cub's plea to mother echoing the silent scream of the umbra
parted from realm at the first sundering.
On the Earth Mound, Rose continues her gymnastic routine in a wide berth
around the Earth Mound. She seems unaware of her surroundings now, only of
her dance.
On the eastern curve, Richard shrugs to himself and joins Hayes in reciting,
stumbling only a little at first.
On the Earth Mound, Brittany looks to the ALpha with shock, then takes a deep
breathe and approaches him slowly.
On the southern curve, Stormcloud contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
On the southern curve, Stormcloud shifts into Hispo form.
Near the Pool, Derrick shrugs. ~Sing. Bleed for the Spirits. Pray. Me, I am
going to dance, even if it is clumsy.~
On the Earth Mound, Rose contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
Near the Pool, Derrick contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Near the Pool, Derrick shifts into Crinos form.
On the Earth Mound, Rose stretches her spare frame and sinewy limbs, passing
the limits of the possible, to take on Glabro form.
On the southern curve, Kate continues to walk the wheel, steps growing harder
and stronger as her body remembers a rite from years past.
On the eastern curve, Soulcatcher's quick amber gaze catches the Wendigo's
dancing, and he gives three curt yips in adulation and returns to his
staccato song, his voice oining the pouding and unbroken ryhthm of the drum.
On the northern curve, Scab-Survivor moves with Kichkinet, gradually
increasing his tempo until he /almost/ matches the Metis' beat. He moves
about, his head tossing this way and that, soft grunts escaping his throat.
Near the Pool, Madeline thinks she will bleed. That's very easy.
On the northern curve, Kichkinet turns slightly in his dance to face toward
his Tribemate and initiates another pattern, slower this time. A dance of
feint and counterstrike, a battle given dance form. A warning to enemies, or
the Enemy.
On the southern curve, Stormcloud after shifting, raises his head, letting his
heart poor out in a primal howl powered by his massive chest. It carries for
some time, filled with sadness and loss, but also of hope.
Near the Pool, Derrick starts swaying gently to the rhythm, attempting to find
a take off point.
Near the Pool, Madeline contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
Near the Pool, Madeline shifts into Crinos form.
On the eastern curve, Hayes recites cleanly, starting over when he reaches the
end of the famous little speech. There's a slight hitch as he shifts upwards
to Crinos, then he resumes in Garou.
Unferth's movements in the circle are rough and heavy, seemingly oblivious to
the playfulness of the other two. His body is covered in sweat, and his
costume's hair bounces with every step. He lowers his heavy head as he
marches, huffing with every step.
Near the Pool, Madeline tears off the bandages on her arms, and reopens the
barely-healed wounds.
On the northern curve, Whitewings remains still enough, watching her
tribemates, only the clenching and unclenching of her hands breaking the
stillness.
On the western curve, Patrick begins a song of the Lakotah, chanting along
with Joseph's drumbeats, his feet shuffling in long-unused yet
long-remembered patterns. As he continues, he shifts upward, the dance still
oddly appropriate to this new, very different form.
On the western curve, Patrick contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
On the western curve, Patrick shifts into Crinos form.
Sepdet waits her turn as Quiet first slices across her own palm, then across
Hazmat's willingly proffered paw. Hazmat sets the wounded paw up on the
Tablestone, letting her blood pool there as symbol for her breed. Quiet
follows, adding her own offering, and last, the mule.
On the Earth Mound, As Brittany concludes her shapeshifting, Echen hauls back
a fist and launches it at her muzzle. He does this with his full strength,
though without claws.
The shadows begin to move around the Garou. Or perhaps it's simply the number
of moving bodies. Though an anticipation does seem to be rising, even among
the most inexperienced of the cubs.
On the Earth Mound, Finished her last activity, Rose substitutes sticks for
clubs. The routine displays the phenomenal mix of a juggler's deftness and
an acrobat's balletic grace. Impressionistically, the tiny athlete relates a
tale of a rich man ambushed on a mountain trail by an outlaw. The nobleman
rides. Hoofbeats are suggested. The cutthroat leaps from hiding. The horse
rears. The rider maintains his seat, brandishing a horseman's mace. The
assailant wields a tonfa and leaps, foot lashing out with a Tae Kwon Do
attack. Or is it a grand jetee? The rider is unsaddled. He counters with a
Karate block. The struggle is intense. Which will win? Kempo karate, or Tae
Kwon Do? Oppressor lord, or bandit struggling to feed his family?
On the northern curve, Scab-Survivor adepts quickly, and with a faint
awkwardness, to Kichkinet's new dance. He strikes, he turns, he drops low
and lunges, and he soon is lost in this dance-battle.
On the Earth Mound, Brittany lets herself take on Crinos, then absorbs Echen's
fist with a snap back of her head. She wobbles, and half-steps back as her
nose, quite unladylike, begind to bleed.
On the eastern curve, Soulcatcher calls to Patrick on the western curve with
his song, shifting in the rythm to answer nd honor one of the Wheel's totem.
Buffalo, who is represented by Unferth, can be felt in the shuffling song he
now sings.
Anne shifts upwards, too, to gain fur that reflects tannish glints rather than
the usual black. the dance continuing with the circling becoming more
predatory, less simple enjoyment.
Anne contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
On the eastern curve, Richard frowns and, the third time through the prophecy,
he becomes bored. He pops out a knife and carves the word 'Sid' on the back
of his hand while he continues reciting, more or less along with Hayes.
Anne shifts into Crinos form.
On the Earth Mound, Echen stretches out hands to grab Brittany's shoulders,
and snarls into her face, ~The caern needs blood! FIght back, dammit!~
On the northern curve, Kichkinet continues to circle with Scab-Survivor. Each
step is measured, placed, landed with precision. Scab-Survivor picks up the
pattern surprisingly quickly and the pair is caught in an ever-quickening
meleewith blows that never actually land.
Cassandra seems lost in her own role, her steps taking the grace of a bird in
flight. Only once or twice does she stumble, but her movements clearly tease
the feline presence that is her tribemate.
Near the Pool, Derrick, watching Brittany and Echen, begins to actually dance
(as opposed to swaying). As he said earlier, it is clumsy, but purposefully
so, a counterpoint to Kichkinet and Scab-Survivor. As he does so, he uses
those Crinos claws on himself to good effect.
On the Earth Mound, Sterling's hands cover her muzzle as her eyes water.
~Ow...~ It takes her a minute, and probably another blow, before her wits
finally get into gear, and she fires a punch back at Echen.
On the southern curve, As the tension heightens, Swipes-at-Salmon adds her own
offering to the strange caern. She bites her forepaw harshly, then throws
her throaty howl into the varied chorus, as only a wolf-born can.
The center trio give freely of their blood as the caern gives homage in their
own ways around them. After the tablestone is baptised, Andrea takes a
single step back. In her dominant hand is the bloody knife. The other
searches in her bag, fumbling before she brings out a crystaline egg. The
egg is glowing, letting off facets of light that clearly deliniate an
interior crack. The metis puts her hand over the homid's, and the lupus
awkardly touches with the wounded paw while standing on her hind legs.
Together, they place the egg in the blood.
Another bovine roar comes from Unferth as he stomps around the circle, this
time barely lifting his head for his bellow. He pounds the ground hard once
with the wooden club he carries.
On the Earth Mound, Echen takes the punch on the chin, a bit of blood slipping
from his muzzle -- likely the result of a bitten tongue or somesuch. His
grin becomes positively feral as he continues to snarl in the Silver Fang's
face, occasionally battering her with his fists and tearing at her flesh
with his claws.
On the Earth Mound, Rose's dance is far from the prettiness of a gymnastic
display. She scuffs her knees and knuckles on the hard ground, punctuates
her movements by clawing her arms or shoulders with her own nails, and she
screams in a howling religious ecstasy.
On the northern curve, Scab-Survivor moves in for a lunge, and Kichkinet turns
gracefully to the side in a dodge-dance step. The older Metis then falls to
his knees, howling out a plaintive cry to the Wheel, and the Ahroun rears up
and lands a blow across Kichkinet's shoulders. Blood flies in a mist of red,
and then crimson begins to soak the ground beneath both Wendigo's feet.
On the eastern curve, Haze continues reciting, and glances sidelong at
Richard. Still reciting, he draws a crosshatch of two vertical parallel
lines crossed by two horizontal, and places an "X" in one corner.
On the Earth Mound, Sterling growls as the hits start mounting up, three or
four to her one, inner anger starting to overcome delicate manners. She
actually rakes her hand along teh Alpha's muzzle, not quite aware of what
she's doing under a one-sided beating.
On the eastern curve, Haze ...on his chest, using a claw.
Nimue bats at Unferth's club, a light swipe that wouldn't draw blood even if
it touched him rather than his weapon; then she dances off in a chase after
Cassandra, paws moving out to try to catch the Ragabash and always failing.
After a time, she resumes her prowling dance, this time around in a circle
wide to let her look at each of the others enclosing the Caern in their own
circle, before returning again to the two representing Buffalo and Magpie.
On the southern curve, Kate shrugs out of her jacket, flinging it carelessly
outside the circle's range. One hand draws a small knife from a pocket,
flipping open the blade. Her strides become a stylized dance with the weapon
in hand, a blend of savagery and ritual. Through the course of the dance she
strikes at both arms, scoring them deeply and stretching them out to leave a
blood trail where she passes. She weaves her way through and around the
others in the outer circle, never striking outward at another.
On the eastern curve, Richard looks uncertain for a moment, then allows the
blood to fall to the dirt below. After a moment, he opens the wounds again
and repeats the process.
On the eastern curve, Spirit-of-Words's song strengthens, his volume
increasing. The song seems an odd contrast to the beat of the drum, but the
Galliard seems to be able to hold it his own rythym, abliet difficultly. He
pulls out a silver knife, his golden eyes narrowing a bit as he looks at it,
and then starts to carve something on the inside of his hand, flinching, and
clenching his teeth occasionally as he does, cutting of his own words.
On the Earth Mound, More blood is drawn from Echen's face, and he throws back
his muzzle and howls towards the sky -- a raw, feral sound. This motion
throws droplets of crimson over those atop and near the mound, and now he
throws a full-blown claw strike towards Sterling's abdomen. ~MORE!~ he
snarls at her.
On the northern curve, Kichkinet stands again as Scab-Survivor goes down.
While at first it appears that they are truly maddened and about to tear
each other apart, it soon becomes apparent that this is in fact still a part
of the dance. Their cuts upon each other are numerous, but they are
patterened, shallow and razor thin -- bloody and messy but not
life-destructive. Kichkinet's white fur becomes quickly matted and crimson
sparkles off the snowy pelt.
Near the Pool, Madeline watches the center. Her elder and the Alpha fighting.
Others, too. This ritual, she can understand. She then, without much in the
way of warning, punches the nearby Derrick.
On the eastern curve, Haze recites, carves a bloody O in the corner opposite,
and continues the tic-tac-toe solitaire on his chest until it ends in a draw.
On the Earth Mound, Sterling's abdomen gives way, the Fang doubling over to
one knee. After two more blows rain on her head, she roars back, raking
upwards with both hands on the Alpha, Rage having a firm grasp on her heart,
now. She follows in with one wild, animal, unthinking swing after another,
seeing only red.
Near the Pool, Derrick continues dancing, circling the pool, circling Maddy,
circling Dillan. Blood drips from his arms, and he ignores it. At Madeline's
punch, he falls, bleeds on her foot for a moment, and jumps up, grinning.
On the northern curve, Scab-Survivor steps up after maybe the sixth or seven
blow, and whirls around, arms outstretched, howling to pregnant Luna in the
sky. Blood is drawn off him in thin streams that pelt Whitewings and
Kichkinet, and waters the ground the three Wendigo stand on.
Unferth looks at the playfulness of Nimue and Cassandra's dancing with a soft
of brotherly patience and friendship. He doesn't respond to Nimue's batting
of his club save with tender eyes as he lumbers slowly, his dance more a
march than anything else.
On the northern curve, Whitewings crouches, watching her tribemates as they
draw blood. There is a tension about her frame, though she remains still.
Cassandra darts away from the bats, her dance soaring in, then out and back
again, almost taunting the tan Crinos and hulking figure near her.
On the Earth Mound, Rose's dancing, the blood in the air, the fullness of the
Moon, the demands of the Spirits for more drive her maddeningly. She veers
closer and closer to the bloody duo in the center of her dance.
On the Earth Mound, Rose contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
On the Earth Mound, Rose stretches her spare frame and sinewy limbs, passing
the limits of the possible, to take on Crinos form.
Near the Pool, Derrick takes up motion again, whirling around Madeline and
tagging her once, dashing out of the way and tagging her again.
On the Earth Mound, Somehow, despite the berserking Garou in front of him,
Echen keeps himself from going over the edge into Rage as well. Some of
Brittany's blows he allows to land, though the extent to which he blocks
them mutes their effects to a point where they do little more than draw
blood. Occasionally he actually fights back, though it seems more with the
intention of exerting himself than with that of causing real harm.
On the southern curve, Stormcloud catches Whitewings in his eye from across
the way, and shifts to crinos, runing the caern whiddershins to get to her.
On the southern curve, Stormcloud contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
On the southern curve, Stormcloud shifts into Crinos form.
On the northern curve, Kichkinet spins away in the opposite direction, the
blood splattering in almost exactly opposite curves. Even the footprints
they leave in the blood seem artfully planned. Oddly, the pair fo Wendigo
dancers stay relatively near the cub, but despite their rapture, they never
run into her.
On the eastern curve, Haze switches from the recitation of the Phoenix
prophecy to the Litany; not the short common version, but rather the
insanely extended version the gibbous muck with when bored--illustrative
anecodtes and stories to explain why the laws were. Given the decibel level
of the area, it's more akin to a mutter of it. He also starts more
tic-tac-toe squares on his left arm when his chest gets full.
On the Earth Mound, Sterling snaps a few bites at the Alpha, catching mainly
fur but the occasional bit of blood as well. Her blows are by and large
ineffectual against the Alpha, but she manages to draw some blood, and
looses a rather fair ammount in the effort. All in all, a good showing from
the Princess.
On the southern curve, Stormcloud follows the Wheel to the Pool.
Near the Pool, Stormcloud follows the Wheel north past the Pool.
On the eastern curve, Stormcloud follows the Wheel to the Fire Pit.
Near the Fire Pit, Stormcloud circles the Wheel, arriving from the eastern
curve.
Near the Fire Pit, Stormcloud follows the Wheel west, away from the fire pit.
On the northern curve, Stormcloud circles the Wheel, coming from the Fire Pit
in the south.
On the northern curve, Whitewings watches Stormcloud's approach, wary.
On the northern curve, Stormcloud circles, coming to glare at Whitewings.
~Share with this one the mood!~
On the northern curve, Scab-Survivor turn and face each other, seemingly
oblivious to Wings and Stormcloud nearby them. They both pound the earth
with strong, blood soaked legs and grunt or chant with throats approaching
hoarsness.
On the northern curve, Scab-Survivor and Kichkinet turn and face each other,
seemingly oblivious to Wings and Stormcloud nearby them. They both pound the
earth with strong, blood soaked legs and grunt or chant with throats
approaching hoarsness.
On the northern curve, Whitewings's teeth are bared, body held in a dangerous
invitation. She watches the huge crinos with a snarl. Come and get it, her
stance says.
Near the Pool, Madeline stands in one place while Derrick dances around,
tagging her. Finally, she sees an opening, and punches him in the chest hard
enough to knock him backwards. Fortunately for Derrick, she's not really
using the claws much yet.
On the southern curve, SwipesAtSalmon heads into the center.
On the Earth Mound, Rose's frustration, tearing at her own arms, bleeding
freely, dissatisfied with how little she has bled yet, and her confusion
over the drubbing of the weaker female Fang by the stronger Fianna, pushes
her close to peril.
On the eastern curve, Spirit-of-Words snarls as the silver bites into his
flesh. He carefuly carves a circle into his hand, and then starts on a
number of glyphs inside it, cougar, buffalo, magpie, and finally Gaia. He
squeezes his hand tightly shut when done, letting blood drip form it and the
knife onto the ground before launching back into the song.
On the northern curve, Stormcloud opens his mouth, bellowing a roar to make
lions pround, and lunges for Wings with an open hand, claws bearing in.
On the Earth Mound, Echen fails to adequately block one of Sterling's more
well-aimed blows, and her claws sink deeply into his leg; crimson courses
down his thigh and spills across the ground, rendering the churned-up mud a
wretched red-brown. In answer, he slams his elbow into her nose, all the
while keening towards the sky a terrible-sounding cry, a wail reminiscent of
the restless dead.
On the northern curve, Whitewings springs forward in response, shoulders
ducked so that Stormcloud's claws score along her back. Her own claws are
outstretched, the large crinos' chest and stomach their goal.
Near the Pool, Derrick windmills back, and plunks onto his rear end. He loses
his breath for a moment, gasping, and then leaps back up, tagging Madeline
on an ear and dancing back. He varies this by tagging Dillan, and then
dances, with a ululating howl, around the pool.
On the northern curve, The two Wendigo begin the fight anew, each taking on
the aspect of an honored enemy as they feint, claw, twirl, and move in a
weaving, poetic dance of war. The blows that do connect are incidental,
mostly inflicted to keep the flood of crimson at a steady drip as some of
the minor wounds clott...
On the Earth Mound, Sterling drops, stunned from the blow, shaking a
now-wobbly muzzle as she drips blood from various places. As soon as it sets
mostly solid, she bits at one of Echen's legs, and just gnaws away, unable
to manage much else but bleed at this point.
On the northern curve, Stormcloud takes the blow, opening his expansive chest
to let the blood flow. His next blow comes from above, attempting to drive
down on Wings with his massive arms onto her back.
The egg sparks as the blood touches it, sending up sullen flares of St. Elmo's
lightning. The three gather around the stone as Andrea raises the knife. The
chaos around the center at a height, the homid plunges the blade into the
crystal. In typical reversal, the Garou are battered by the force of the
explosion before the flash of light and thunder of sound. When the red dots
begin to clear from vision, the three in the center are unconscious on the
ground, in breed form. The next circle is stunned, but not as badly hurt.
Nerves continue to tingle as if limbs are asleep. Gradually, each notices
something different about themselves.
Near the Pool, Madeline takes a running leap at Derrick. She tackles him, and,
simultaneously to the egg exploding, both cubs splash into the pool behind
them.
Cassandra's dance is abruptly interrupted as she sprawls to the ground,
thrown back by the force of the blast. The image of the bird abruptly
vanishes, and there is only a Fury lying stunned on the ground.
On the Earth Mound, Sterling yelps as she's removed from Echen's leg, and
skitters off the far side of the mound, leaving a nice red streak behind her.
On the northern curve, Whitewings uses the pressure to move forward, driving
herself into his nearest leg even as she is driven to the ground.
Unferth almost loses his balance, pupils dilating for a second as he slowly
tries to recover from the blast.
On the Earth Mound, With the force of the explosion, the unsteadied Alpha goes
careening into Sterling as she retreats down the mound, and the two land in
a battered, bloody heap on the far side.
Nimue, spinning part of the way around the circle to start back towards
Unferth, stumbles as the explosion happens. When the light clears, the
Galliard is sprawled out, no longer moving.
Near the Pool, Derrick heaves himself out of the water and sits on the edge,
panting.
On the Earth Mound, Rose cartwheels, spun by the blast onto her back and away
from the Alpha and the Fang.
On the Earth Mound, Sterling's head rolls, slowly, to glance at the Alpha. Her
tongue lolls out as she gasps air, mostly breathless. FInally, she manages,
~Was it good for you?~
Near the Pool, Derrick mumbles, "The earth moved."
On the Earth Mound, Echen grunts, quietly, ~I think I need a cigarette.~
On the southern curve, Kate collapses, crumpling in a heap near the inner
circle. She is slow to pick herself up again--and when she rakes a hand back
into her hair, the gesture leaves a streak of darker blood against it.
On the northern curve, Scab-Survivor and Kichkinet are knocked back, together,
to lay in a heap of blood and fur just past the Rim of the Wheel. They both
lay there, panting, as each Wendigo tries to get a bearing on things.
On the Earth Mound, Sterling's head makes a nice *thump* as she lays back.
Yes. This is a good place to sleep.
On the northern curve, Stormcloud, not muched phased by the blast simply due
to his mass, finds Whitewings clawing at his leg as his eyes clear. He
attempts to pick her up in his clawed hands, with the idea to throw her far
away.
On the eastern curve, Haze stops reciting, and stops playing himself at
tic-tac-toe. He was running out of room, anyway.
On the eastern curve, Spirit-of-Words just stares around him for a long, long
while, apparently able to keep his feet in the blast, but more than a little
stunned at what is going on around him.
Nimue moves her head a little, opens her eyes, and immediately shuts them,
raising one arm to fling across her face. She mumbles something incoherent,
and relapses into silence.
On the northern curve, Whitewings is blown against Stormcloud's leg by the
blast, scrabbling more for purchase than attack, she is easily lifted by the
larger crinos and hurled away to land with a thud.
Near the Pool, Madeline comes out of the pool, dripping wet and grinning.
Unbeknownst to her, she now has a narrow stripe of pure silver hair running
from the top of her head, straight down the middle of her back, and to the
tip of her tail, a few inches wide.
Unferth's legs finally give out and he lands hard on his rear. He rubs his
head, shaking the cobwebs out.
Cassandra rolls over, slowly, her voice thick as she raises an arm to cover
her eyes. !Talk 'bout goin' out with a bang...~
On the southern curve, Kate picks herself up slowly, dusting off her jeans
with both hands. "Aright. We got anyone who needs help, here?" Her low voice
is hard with pragmatism.
On the northern curve, Stormcloud pounces towards Whitewings, throwing all his
weight on top of her.
On the Earth Mound, Slowly, Echen manages to struggle back to his feet,
though, when walking, is forced to drag his injured leg along behind him
rather than actually put weight on it. The perceptive may notice one of the
rough bluish woad drawings, one of the pair on his chest, has receded and
meshed with his flesh, leaving a sort of tattoo beneath the dark fur.
Near the Pool, Derrick spits out a tooth.
Nimue mumbles around her arm, ~My head hurts. You okay, Cassandra? Unferth?~
Andrea remains on the grass with the other two female Garou. The Gaian's nose
is bleeding from the concusion, and none have regained consciousness yet.
On the Earth Mound, Rose slowly, slowly regains her senses. She blinks,
pulling herself up. She seems fascinated, stoppindg cold, when she sees the
back of her talon and arm. Tiny feathers mingle with her fur, almost
invisible among the thick hair.
Unferth groans and sits back, rubbing his face with his hands. His skin has
taken on a darker hue than before, as has his hair. "Been better."
On the eastern curve, Richard studies the area and frowns.
On the northern curve, Scab-Survivor gets to his feet a little earlier than
his tribemate, and a clawed hand goes to his head, steadying it. When it
come away, it takes with a very large clumb of black fur. He stars at it, as
if trying to decide what exactly it is that he is looking at...
On the northern curve, Whitewings's breath is driven from her both by the
landing and by Stormcloud. ~Oof~
On the northern curve, Scab-Survivor contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
On the northern curve, Scab-Survivor shifts into Homid form.
Cassandra rolls over after a moment, grumbling, ~I'm here. Sort of.~ As she
rolls over, a bright blue and black feather can be seen clinging to her
shirt.
On the northern curve, As he shifts, nearly all of Touch Deer's hair falls
out, forming a little circle about him. He looks down, blinking, and says
weakly, "My...hair..."
On the southern curve, Kate chews on her lower lip, and heads toward the
center. "Yo," she says, loud enough to carry. "Anyone here with the touch or
a first aid kit, let's go."
On the southern curve, Kate heads into the center.
On the Earth Mound, Wearied, Echen drags himself towards the southern curve,
blood still running from the gouges in his left leg. ~What, Kate?~
On the Earth Mound, Echen heads into the center.
On the eastern curve, Richard blinks and moves toward the centre. "Here comes
the Boy Scouts." he murmurs.
On the eastern curve, Richard heads into the center.
Cassandra is still sprawled on the ground, conscious but with an arm thrown
over her eyes, clearly not wanting to move.
Nimue rolls over and pushes herself up, too, finally dropping her arm from her
eyes and opening them again. She squints up at Kate. ~Hello, Chaser. What...
Oh. Them.~ She turns around to look at the three in the center. ~Oh, Mother.
Good thinking, Chaser.~
On the northern curve, Stormcloud gets off of Wings, standing above her on all
fours, still in crinos. His eyes glow with the moonlight. No. Brighter than
that. They glow now with an inner light, off-white, reminiscent of Luna
herself.
On the northern curve, Touch Deer clears his head and heads to the three in
the Center, leaving Kichkinet behind him, slowly regaining his senses. As he
walks, the rest of his falls out, leaving his scalp nice and shiny and very,
very bald.
Near the Pool, Dillan slips out of the trance he's been sitting in for since
the start of the rite. Eventually, he stops swaying to whatever sounds he's
been hearing within his head.
On the northern curve, Touch Deer heads into the center.
Richard slips a small white box out of his pack. "Useless weaver healing, here
for the asking, kids. One table, no waiting."
~Does it involve moving?~ Cassandra's groaned question is flippant as she
gradually sits up and clears the cobwebs from her head.
Touch Deer kneels down next to Quiet, holding her very gently in his muscular
arms. "Andrea...?"
Kate drops to her knees beside Quiet, taking stock of the Theurge's condition
with sharp eyes.
Unferth squints and rubs his eyes again, his red and brown facepaint coming
off in his hands. "Wha?"
On the Earth Mound, Rose totteringly makes her way towards the Black Fury
Adren, looking askance. Her clothes are shredded, but remain wrapped about
her tiny Crinos frame in tatters. And her fur has definite, visible, tiny
feathers growing in it.
On the northern curve, Whitewings pushes herself up, opalescent white streaks
through her fur matching the glow of Stormcloud's gaze.
On the eastern curve, Haze contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
On the eastern curve, Haze shifts into Homid form.
Richard grins and drops next to Cassandra. "We do deliver." he assures her,
doing a quick prep. "Hi, I'll be your waiter, my name's Richard."
On the eastern curve, Hayes heads into the center.
On the eastern curve, Spirit-of-Words blinks a few more times, his eyes now
pure silver, and then starts purposefully over towards his pack-mate. ~You
okay?~
On the eastern curve, Spirit-of-Words heads into the center.
Richard contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
On the Earth Mound, Rose heads into the center.
Richard shifts into Homid form.
Near the Pool, Dillan blinks a few times. "That was like a Bodycount
concert... but better."
Unferth turns to the voice of his packmate. "Hunh? I think so, but I'm seein'
shit."
Near the Pool, Madeline says, ~That was better'n a sermon.~
On the Earth Mound, Sterling inspects herself, wincing as she finds a few
spots. She decides to just lay there for now. Yes. Marvelous invention, soil.
Unferth squints at Spirit-of-Words. "Yeah, definately seein' shit. You okay?"
Andrea's face is bloody, but she seems to be breathing easily enough.
On the northern curve, Stormcloud helps Whitewings get up off the ground,
eyeing her new marking as he does so.
Richard shakes his head to Cassandra. "This is bad. I'm gonna have to cut
these clothes off ya to do a proper examination."
Echen apparently decides that any help he can provide is unnecessary, and so
he drags himself back off in the direction of the treeline to the north.
Nimue rubs at her head with one claw, mumbling something probably
unrepeatable, from her tone. Like Unferth and Cassandra, there is no blood
on her at all, no cuts.
Touch Deer assists Kate however he can, having some knowledge of basic
first-aid himself, albeit primitive first-aid.
Spirit-of-Words crouches down near his pack-mate, shifting down forms. "No,
your not. I'm not sure what happened. Your talking though, so you can't be
too hurt." As he shifts down into near-man, his packmate can see that the
irises of his eyes appear to be a pure, metallic silver color.
Cassandra snorts, but looks at Richard, thoughtfully, putting a hand to her
temple. "Ow...and oh fuck no." That seems to clear her head somewhat, and
she scoots away. "I'm okay, my head's just killin' me."
On the northern curve, Whitewings's expression holds alarm as she sees the
markings. She moves stiffly now, the last of the tension holding her to the
form seeping away, leaving her once again in lupus.
On the northern curve, Whitewings contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
Spirit-of-Words contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
On the northern curve, Whitewings shifts into Lupus form.
Scott blurs and shifts into Glabro form.
Richard grins and shrugs. "Can't blame a guy for trying. If you're in man
form, shift up and let's walk you.... over by the water thingie."
Unferth looks closely at Scott's eyes. "Uh, you better look in a mirror, then."
On the northern curve, Whitewings peers warily at the glowing stripes upon her
forelegs. This one will never catch another rabbit.
Touch Deer rubs a hand absent-mindedly over his now-smooth scalp as he waits
for Andrea to regain conciousness.
On the northern curve, Stormcloud cocks a glowing eye at Wings. ~This one will
catch the rabbit for Whitewings-friend when need be.~
With some effort, Cassandra pulls herself to her feet and looks around before
shifting upwards. THe shift seems to do the trick, and the Crinos form
stretches out, claws raised to the sky.
Cassandra contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
Cassandra shifts into Crinos form.
Near the Pool, Madeline contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
Near the Pool, Madeline shifts into Lupus form.
Richard makes sure his tiny form is under Cassandra's, in case gravity should
try to reclaim it. "Hang out by the water, out of the way, and I'll give you
an aspirin."
Nimue shakes her head vigorously, like shaking out water from a coat, and
stays where hse is, watching but not moving out of the way.
Richard heads southeast to the pool.
Scott furrows his brow,"Whaddya mean, Ferth?" He squints a little, and kind of
motions towards Unferth's mouth.
Echen heads north, away from the center of the Wheel.
On the Northern Curve, Kichkinet gets up groggilly and stumbles off to the
North.
On the northern curve, Whitewings casts a mock annoyed gaze at Stormcloud, but
chuffs goodnaturedly, nudging him towards the center. This one thinks your
eyes would give you away as much as this one's fur.
Mark-Of-Thorns glances at Nimue, then heads for the pool, sprawling out on
that side.
Mark-Of-Thorns heads southeast to the pool.
Unferth looks down. "What?"
On the northern curve, Stormcloud looks up as Echen arrives, his eyes glowing
opalescently.
Near the Pool, Richard escorts MoT to the edge of the water and then pops a
big plastic bottle from his little plastic box. "Now, if you have a piss
test in the next two weeks, mention that you took some Alleve. It tends to
make false positives."
Near the Pool, Madeline wonders if we can do that again soon?
Hayes kneels by Andrea, checking pulse and such. "Think she might just be
napping for some time. Doesn't seem overly hurt, or in danger, at least."
Near the Pool, Dillan moves off to the side, away from the aproaching elders.
He stretches wide,arms extended far out to his sides."Crazy mad.
Unferth gets to his feet. "I need to lie down. Check your eyes, brother. You
might need to invest in some shades."
On the northern curve, Echen squints into the light that Stormcloud now
emanates. ~I hope that's a temporary thing,~ he grumbles, ~otherwise I'm
going to have to rip your eyes out.~ He doesn't pause as he wanders past the
Talon and makes his way into the woods.
On the northern curve, Echen turns to the north, and leaves past the rim of
the Wheel.
Near the Pool, Mark-Of-Thorns lumbers over to the pool and jumps into it,
giving those not already wet a shower. She comes up, and crawls out of the
water, fur dripping but with several bird feathers clinging to it as she
shifts back down.
Near the Pool, Madeline asides to Derrick, now we really can't get in trouble
for bleeding in the pool.
Near the Pool, Richard wipes himself off as best he can, and eyes the three
sticky pills in his hand dubiously.
Andrea finally stirs, as do the others. The theurge touches her nose, seeming
perfectly normal. In fact, probably more normal than she was at the
beginning. She says, eloquently, "Ow."
On the northern curve, Whitewings heads into the center.
Touch Deer grins. "Well done, Quiet-rhya."
Near the Pool, Mark-Of-Thorns contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
Near the Pool, Mark-Of-Thorns shifts into Homid form.
Near the Pool, Derrick grins at Maddy. ~I bet they woulda ignored it anways.~
Whitewings pads towards Touch Deer, pausing now and then to shake herself as
if that would remove the streaks of glowing white fur.
Near the Pool, Dillan winces at the splash, the shower unexpected. "So, like,
someone wanna explain what that was...? Like, the whole crazy thing..."
Nimue says solemnly, to Quiet, ~Tag. You're it. Sorry I hit you so hard.~
Hayes nods. "I can't get knocked out half as well as that."
Unferth uses the club as a cane to help balance himself as he heads back to
the Guardian's lair. "Better go before I fall over."
Near the Pool, Richard shakes his head. "Fuck it. I'm useless, and I'm outta
here."
Scott mutters,"I've got a bad feeling about this," and then wanders ove to the
pool to look down in it. He shakes his head, and then looks over at
Unferth,"Contacts can do this, really." His voice sounds vaguely amused, but
not very. He walks back over to the Get,"Lets get you back to teh den so
youc an sleep this off."
Near the Pool, Cassandra accepts the pills from Richard, downing them
effortlessly. ~Incredible, wasn't it?`
Andrea laughs, rather shakily. "Actaeon gets me back from the grave." She
brushes at the blood on her face.
Unferth nods. "Thanks, bud. I feel like someone kicked Mr. Happy."
Near the Pool, Richard says "It was sure different anyway. Don't have moots
like that very often."
On the northern curve, Stormcloud heads into the center.
Rose moves to Nimue's side, confused, but docile.
Near the Pool, Cassandra hears the comments floating in from the center, and
mutters, quietly. "Somebody should," before raising her voice. "I don't know
how many of those I could handle."
Sepdet finally stirs and rolls over, staring up at the sky without really
focussing on the people yet.
Scott offers Unferth a shoulder, and starts to lead him north,"Yah never know,
maybe something happened to him, but wait til we get out of here to check,
okay?" The galliard snickers a little.
Scott heads north, away from the center of the Wheel.
Near the Pool, Madeline is still dripping wet, but she remembers suddenly what
she's supposed to do, and shakes vigorously.
Stormcloud enters the area, his eyes reflectiong the light here strangely.
Whitewings sits down, not far from Touch Deer. She chuffs softly to Stormcloud.
Unferth grimaces. "Don't scare me, y'bastard."
Unferth heads north, away from the center of the Wheel.
Near the Pool, Richard reaches a hand out and touches Cassandra's arm,
reassuringly. "Nice to meet you. You look good, by the way. Catch you on the
flip side."
Touch Deer stands up gingerly, mumbles something about pups, and starts
heading off, rubbing his head morosely.
On the northern curve, Scott laughes out loud as he leads the Get ahroun away
from the wheel.
On the northern curve, Scott turns to the north, and leaves past the rim of
the Wheel.
Nimue peers up at Rose wearily, then gets, somewhat shakily, to her feet. ~We
should go back to the farmhouse,~ she tells the girl.
On the northern curve, Unferth turns to the north, and leaves past the rim of
the Wheel.
Near the Pool, Dillan lifts a hand to shield his face from the spray from
Madeline's shaking. "Ah, gimmie some warning, wouldja? Agh...
Near the Pool, Cassandra looks up at Richard, and grins. "Catch ya, an'
thanks." She gets to her feet, slowly, brushing absently at the feather now
on her jacket. "I ain't goin' back to the city tonight." She freezes as
Madeline shakes.
Rose helps Nimue up, still shaky herself. She nods, mutely.
Nimue contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
Near the Pool, Madeline wags her tail. That does make you drier, wow.
Anne shifts into Homid form.
Near the Pool, Richard slings his jacket over his shoulder and heads for the
south side of the wheel.
Near the Pool, Derrick grins. "Hey, Dillan, duck!"
Stormcloud pads heavily over to Whitewings, his foot-steps giving a soft thud
as his massive frame draws to her.
Near the Pool, Derrick shakes himself vigorously.
On the Earth Mound, Sterling crawls her way back to the top of the mound,
finally.
Rose contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
Rose stretches her spare frame and sinewy limbs, passing the limits of the
possible, to take on Homid form.
Near the Pool, Richard heads west, back along the Wheel's path.
On the southern curve, Richard rubs his temple briefly in annoyance.
Rose pieces together the little that's left of her clothing, and follows
Anne's lead.
Whitewings watches Touch Deer pad away and leans against Stormcloud as he
comes to her side, scores still visible on her back.
Sepdet suddenly whispers, ~Hey, cub.~ Without getting up, rummages around
under the shapeless gray cloak she'd wrapped herself in, tonight, and throws
something at Rose.
Near the Pool, Cassandra heads into the center.
Anne turns Rose northwards, and begins slowly walking that way, steps slowly
becoming a bit surer.
On the southern curve, Richard heads south, out of the Wheel and into the
forest.