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Jeremiah arrives fifteen minutes to ten, early by some standards. Firstly as he likes to be early when he can and second because it gives him the opportunity to look around Tur more closely. It is a curiosity thing, something he has never grown out of. Waiting for the pack and the two brothers to show up he stops infront of the grave to Flame-of-Man and bows his head in respect.
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Victor rather wished the meeting was taking place in the flesh world, because he was perpetually dying for a smoke. That was the problem with being Uratha. Nicotine didn't really do squat. On the bright side, he never had to worry about lung cancer, but still. He was also aware his need to smoke was entirely psychological and he could quit any time he wanted, but it made him feel more...
'human'.
Bah, to Hell with it.
He walked up to the Tur, his boots leaving heavy marks in the grass. His dedicated shirt was open and blowing behind him, showing off the crosshair scars that had been carved into his chest at the day of his becoming a Blood Talon.
He knew Marcus would be close at his heels.
Time to meet the new family.
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Jeremiah had contacted Nieves about meeting some new wolves. The Rahu had mixed feelings about this. For one, their pack wasn't having a great level of success in its hunts. Getting new members could weigh the newcomer down with their shit. And Nieves couldn't expect them to want to stick around if things continued this way. Secondly they didn't even have their own fucking pack name. Even the Blind Judge didn't acknowledge them as The Sworn, so Nieves had gotten in the habit of calling themselves The Remnants since then. It wasn't official but it was closer to what others saw them as.
The light brown skin of her face shown through the dark hoodie she wore as she walked the marked land that was the Tur. Strands of black hair fell about her eyes, somewhat disheveled from a lack of maintenance, but she was not unappealing. Her eyes were large and piercing, fixed in a troubled expression by an undercurrent of worries.
The older of the Baines brothers loped after his brother, a few minutes after. He crossed the Hisil with the comfort and ease of a regular old Joe stepping over the road. He was that sort of man: one who found it remarkably easy to drift from one place to another, and find some manner of familiarity to make him belong.
He quickened his step to catch up to Victor, and smiled faintly at the younger man.
"Well, here were are," Marcus commented. Her bright gaze slid across to the members of their new pack, who waited for their arrival.
"Hello."
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Kevin arrives a bit distracted, he spent the last two hours listening to his youngest sister, the baby of the family, complain about how their parents were trying to set her up with this 'nice' boy, aka somebody who didn't own a motorcycle or is a member of a band. He had wondered why she wasn't talking their brother's ear off until it seems that he was off at a concert with some friends. Although how he got the money for those tickets... He sighs and puts that out of his mind.
Spying Jeremiah along with Nieves, he smiles and glances at the two unfamiliar wolves. He flares his noses a bit within seconds of noticing them. "Welcome." He says to the pair of brothers, the sight of them reminding him that there could be a chance that one of his siblings could become one of the People. That, that kind of causes him mixed feelings for a few minutes before he just pushed them to the side as he looks towards the flame, he moves to pay his respects.
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Finishing a prayer to Luna Jeremiah looks up and nods to the two brothers. His gaze jumps to the Rahu and then his fellow Crescent. Moving away from the burial to let Kevin near he approaches the brothers.
"Evening." Jeremiah seems diminished however and his tone is almost flat. He extends a hand towards Nieves. "Nieves Werra, Rahu and a Ghost like myself. For now at least?" He asks the question to Nieves.
A swing brings his hand to point towards Kevin. "Kevin Swift. A fellow Crescent, Iron Master."
Jeremiah goes quiet for a moment, looking at the two brothers intently.
"Crosshair known as Victor Baines amongst the herd and.. River Walker known as Marcus Baines amongst the herd." He says looking at his two packmates present as he introduces the brothers.
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Steel comes running up, panting for breath. Dammit, of all the days to be late!
"Sorry guys I..." he skids to a halt, seeing the new wolves. "I've really gotta get a watch one of these days."
He moves quickly over to the other current members of the pack, taking a place next to them.
"Steel Gaze," he introduces himself. "Rahu of the Iron Masters."
He gives Jeremiah and the others a sheepish grin and nod of apology. No hard feelings, right?
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"Not if I can help it," Nieves adds to her introduction. The small Rahu longed to join the fierce and noble tribe of Suthar Anzuth, though she knew she was far from being worthy. Nieves's eyes linger on the scars and marks of Renown across Victor's body. She recognized Glory, having seen it on the Blood Talons when she had met them. Maybe this Crosshair could bring help to bring some to the pack. But she was getting ahead of herself.
"Hey. Welcome," she said to Victor & Marcus, parroting Kevin. It was interesting that the two were brothers and that they used Deed Names in addition to their own. Steel was the only other she knew who used one. Maybe Digger, but as far as she knew that was his only name.
As if timed with her thoughts, Steel shows up suddenly. Maybe he got lost or held up in the Hisil?
"It's nice to meet you all," Crosshair said cheerfully, glancing over the group. Their combined ages surprised him a bit, but he figured that was more on him than anyone else. After all, he'd changed late in life. Other people changed much earlier.
Lucky bastards, never having to experience those awkward little bodily annoyances that started hitting when someone got around 40.
"Irraka of the Blood Talons, for those who don't know," the Suthar Anzuth added to the Alpha's introduction, with a little grin.
Marcus' ever-calm, watchful gaze paid each member of their future pack an initial, quick scrutiny when they arrived. He did not allow any snap judgments to be made - when one could look at themselves in a mirror and find themselves lacking in nothing, perhaps then such opinions could be formed. But he was not a faultless man; and had judged wrongly in the past.
Instead, through his customary caution, he smiled warmly to each of the unfamiliar Uratha and committed their faces to memory.
"Elodoth, Hunter in Darkness," Marcus added, to his brother's formal introduction.
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