Neutral Ground IV

Oct 4th, 2012 10:59 AM

In Sacramento, the Tur lines lead the children of Father Wolf and Mother Luna to a desolate grave in the Hisil atop a hill. Scratched into the stone are the words 'Here lies Flame-of-Man'. The stone needs no more explanation than that, as it stands vigil across the neutral ground for the three packs of Sacramento.

The blasted skies of the Hisil are cold and crisp, and the far distant lights of the celestials glitter across the darkened land around them. The winds seem to carry whispers, distracting and disturbing, and in the tangled buildings outside the park, the Urdaga see glimmers of far distant candlelight.

It is a night filled with the promise of autumn, and the dying of seasons, and the cycle of things. It hangs in the air like a physical presence, watching them all.

High above, unveiled by clouds, Luna watches over them all, calling them to glory.

**Mike** · Oct 4th, 2012 11:25 AM

~~The calm still of the night is shattered by 1200cc's of raw angry power. The Nightster calms to a halt some distance away, and boot kicks down the kickstand.~~ Frank James ~~swings his leg over the bike and~~ begins to plod up the hill. Dressed in motorcycle boots, blue jeans, a t-shirt, and a brown leather jacket, it'd be easy to confuse him for some rebel or outlaw. That is until you notice the police badge hanging from a chain around his neck. He approaches the stone and pauses. Turning his head to the sky he gazes upon Luna.

Well I'm here, lets see who all shows up...

**Dale Hunt** · Oct 4th, 2012 12:32 PM

just in case its needed...barely made it! lol

Dale had been running around that Hisil that evening, trying to get more familiar with the spiritual landscape of the area. While he generally founds spirits to be fucking weird, he knew that he couldn't just ignore that part of him. He was both flesh and spirit, just like Father Wolf had been. Thus, the Rahu traveled the streets of Sacramento in the Shadow, curiously observing how different the twisted reflections of the city were on the other side. Eventually, he decided to make a stop by the Tur, just in case any new Urdaga had decided to show up this evening. While his moon was no longer up in the skies, he still enjoyed to see Mother Luna in all her Glory. As one of the Suthar Anzuth, who also happened to be in a pack with two Cahalith, he could certainly appreciate the beauty of it all.

As the huge dire wolf approached the park that was known to be neutral ground to the packs of Sacramento, it didn't take long for him to catch the scent of another wolf in the area. Dale didn't recognize it, so he decided to proceed with care, for one never knew what to expect...and while this was the Tur, there were those who every now and then would forget about such things, or simply ignore them altogether. Slowly but surely, the Talon made his way over to the lone wolf standing there. However, he thought it would be best to alert the stranger of his presence rather than sneak upon him, so the Rahu let out a howl into the night. Except, that it didn't come out quite right; no...it wasn't right at all. Instead it came out more like an angry snarl of sorts, which was certainly counterproductive to what he was trying to accomplish.

Fuck.

this is what I get for rolling...lol

**Nieves Werra** · Oct 4th, 2012 03:02 PM

Nieves had been in the Hisil, looking for some way to make reparations for her dishonor as well as searching for an opportunity to gain some Glory for herself. Neither was making much headway. She probably stank of trouble based on her track record, so any spirit that could walk away might've been avoiding her, though probably because of the dying fall season. Yeah, well let 'em. She didn't feel much like dealing with spirits anyways tonight.

She only stopped by the Tur because she thought maybe, just maybe, some Glory might rub off on her. The exploits of the mysterious Flame-of-Man must've been legendary to earn his grave in the Tur. She saw Dale before smelling him, approaching some biker guy to talk. Wasn't bad looking neither. Nieves's presence was obvious and she steps out into the open, folding her arms and nodding her hello to Dale from some distance away. Yeah I see ya.

**Mike** · Oct 4th, 2012 04:17 PM

Frank's cop instincts kick in first, as he turns towards the sound, reaching for a gun that isn't there. Already on edge, he far prefers the steel and concrete of the physical world over this spiritual realm.

"I understood this to be a meeting place in peace, but I'll stand for any challenge." His voice is strong and self-assured, even though his eyes flick around and his nose flairs looking for other possible assailants. He quickly takes notice of the approaching Nieves. After eyeing her for a moment, he visibly relaxes "Evening."

**Dale Hunt** · Oct 4th, 2012 04:26 PM

Dale continued to move forward towards the newcomer, shaking his lupine head. <<No challenge,>> he barked out in the First Tongue. <<Tur is place of peace.>> After saying, or rather barking out those words, the Rahu turned to Nieves, whose scent he had already picked up as she had walked into the Tur, and was familiar to him already. The black dire wolf gave the Mexican Uratha a nod, acknowledging her presence just as she had acknowledged his.

<<Name?>> barked out Dale, asking the newcomer for an introduction.

**Swift** · Oct 4th, 2012 04:37 PM

Skaald approaches the tur on huge, padded feet. The Hisil was a place one went carefully. Still this was a night of Glory and part of Skaald screamed to be released, to sing to his Mother and cry his soul to the winds.

The great, rust-colored dire catches the scent of other wolves on the wind. With the olfactory capacity of a wolf, he scents three others ahead, two he recognizes. That's all it take for the song inside to demand it's freedom.

A howl pierces the Hisil night. It sounds long, loud, and joyous. This is not a howl of challenge or of pain or of sorrow. It is a declaration of being, and embrace of the night and the Hisil, and an invitation to all who would share in his revel.

Skaald pads forward into the Tur proper and gestures in acknowledgement to Dale and in recognition to Nieves. He tilts his head curiously at the newcomer, unchallenging, though still quite obviously here as an ally to the Uratha that are known.

:-P to Dale

Oct 4th, 2012 04:47 PM

Alejandra strode onto the Tur, nose to the air despite being in Hishu; it was the automatic movement of someone more comfortable with padding around and scenting on all fours. It had been so long since her First Change; and she had been a Uratha for almost as long as she had not. It was little wonder she found it so easy to shed her human-self.

But not this evening. Today, she visited the Tur after a few hours of socialising.

Well, socialising for everyone else and stilted conversation from her. It was better here, where she did not feel the odd one out. Studying the faces, she nodded stoutly to Dale, Nieves and Skaald. Not her pack, but her Tribe - well, almost in the other woman's case. But she was familiar with them nonetheless.

The stranger received an automatic scrutiny; assessing but unchallenging, and certainly nothing unusual from a Uratha.

**Nieves Werra** · Oct 4th, 2012 05:21 PM

Nieves groaned, putting her hand to her head. Of course the Blood Talons would be out on patrol. Being in their presence was nothing if not embarrassing as she was still empty handed on her search for Glory. That and they had practically all seen her in tears at some point. Luckily none of them seemed the type give her their pity or rub the fact in.

She sees the stranger closer now. A badge, a cop. Not her favorite sort. He greets her across the few feet of distance she kept between them. "Yeah, evening," she replies, unenthused.

Instead she walks over to Alejandra, using her name as a greeting, "Alejandra." It seems that was about all she had to say at the moment. By the way Skaald sounded in his howl, the guy was in a good mood. Just hanging around...

**Mike** · Oct 5th, 2012 07:17 AM

Frank's gaze shifts among the many gathered. Thank goodness this is a place a of peace! He notes the shared brands among the gathered before returning his attention to the Urshul that addressed him. He took comfort that all his brands were shared by this Uratha, perhaps he might find a friend here. "

Frank, Iron Masters." A man of few words and much action, Frank waits for the others to respond in kind.

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-10-04 12:24:08		Dale Hunt rolls 10 to Stamina+Survival+PU to shift into Urshul (10 Again)		1, 7, 4, 6, 1, 5, 7, 6, 7, 9		1 success

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-10-04 12:29:51		Dale Hunt rolls 4 to Presence+Expression to howl in the night (10 Again)		3, 7, 1, 7		failure

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-10-04 16:28:47		Skaald rolls 7 to presence + Expression (10 Again)		10, 3, 9, 7, 6, 4, 8, 10, 3		4 successes

Neutral Ground IV

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