Dark night, empty stomach.

[MethodofDestruction]

Starflower waited at Tur. He wore no shirt, no jacket. No shoes or socks. Just a ratty pair of camouflage cargo pants- and even then, it wasnt really that cold on the Hisil, it being Southern California and all. Still, though, Luna's empty presence in the night sky was unsettling, particularly for a Rahu. He kept gazing up, hoping to see more of his mother, but she never showed. The enemies the rite master has just yelled against, called out just months ago, were now going to bear down on the assemblage of wolves.

And even with Luna's face turned away, her mad eyes elsewhere, the Wolves would feed. Starflower had three rabbit carcasses arrayed in front of him. One for each pack. Meager sustenance sure, and each pack in the area could easily stop by the grocery store and buy five times this amount of meat. But the scarcity is symbolic - as the Ritemaster, and the one who called the meeting, the impetus had been on him to provide the 'feast'. Provide he had, within the requirements for the rite. He calmed himself, standing up but closing his eyes, the silvery renown across his taut frame glowing brightly in the darkness.

Rahu do not like the darkness. Everything must be illuminated.

  He is very centered.

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2011-12-30 19:02:57		Starflower rolls 7 to meditation (10 Again)		6, 9, 8, 5, 4, 10, 5, 10, 6		4 successes

Readied, he waits for the rest of the Uratha to come.

[Matthew Kelly]

The Elodoth was wearing a pair of boxers and only a pair of boxers. Well also the brands of his Renown but those wouldn't keep away the col... err mildly almost Winter-like weather. Not that he was really bothered by the weather, having grown up in Maine and gone to college in upstate New York, there wasn't any snow here and the temperature was above freezing. Hell without those two factors, and the presence of sorority girls, it wasn't really worth going naked.

With those thoughts not really present in his mind, Matt made his way towards the Tur and where the ritual would take place dressed in only a pair of boxers, the lean muscles of his body showing in the dark night, a pair of clean but nasty looking scars run from the bottom of his rib cage to his belly button. He nods his greeting at the other two Uratha as he approaches.

[Dale Hunt]

Dale walked up to the Tur through the Hisil. After all, he would've called unnecessary attention to himself if he didn't. The Rahu was wearing nothing but a leather loincloth, which gave him the appearance of a Spartan as he walked up to the park on that cool night. His rippling muscles were decorated by a few different scars of different shapes and sizes, and the silver brands of his Renown that shined brightly in contrast to the darkness suffocating the Tur that evening. The three tattoos he had were also fully visible due to his lack of a shirt; one in his left shoulder, one on his right pec, and one on his back that reads "For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack."

As he walked up to the three Uratha already gathered there, Dale nodded at each respectively and then took a spot next to his Beta; waiting quietly for the rest of the locals to arrive.

[Lesingnon]

Chantay had, very quickly, learned that as a werewolf she'd be well-advised to shed the sense of modesty that by and large permeated American society. Learned it very quickly, as the first clear memory she had following her First Change was of being pinned naked against the decidedly cold pavement by Starseeker. It turned out to be far from the only time she'd run into nudity amongst the people. You didn't get as much renown as she did without getting used to having fingertips trace brands across bare skin, after all.

Granted, she didn't make a habit of continuously cavorting around her fellow Uratha in the nude without reason. That would come a little too close to subverting the precepts of Purity for her taste. But she did consider the traditions associated with an ancient and somber right to be reason enough. So as she walks up to the group her dark skin is adorned only by her brands, the silvery marks only obscured every so often by the long hair she'd left unbound for the night.

She offers both her packmates a nod as she makes her way over to stand by them, but does not break the silence that yet held the gathering in its grip.

[Matthew Kelly]

Matt smiled and nodded as Laurence arrived, glad that the other Half Moon had made it to the ritual and was making an effort to fit into the life of the Uratha of the city. A shared ritual renewed the bonds of the Oath to Luna and given that they lived and hunted in an Urban environment, even the most passionate Iron Master needed to reconnect the base side of their Uratha side to remind themselves of all that existed in their world. He greeted the other arriving Uratha with friendly and welcoming nods as they entered the Tur, his eyes focused on their faces but still noticing that the females seemed to be more comfortable in the nude then the men were. It had been the same back in College during winter streaking runs.