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Dec 3rd, 2012 01:53 PM

A camp fire is burning, in the hisil, not to far away from the grave of Flames of Man. Digger gives a nod to the grave and looks forward to the day when he gets a spot next to him. A garbage can sitting next to the Alpha of the Crusaders, filled with ice and, more importantly, a keg. Digger takes a red solo cup and fills up the first glass as he waits for the others to arrive. Digger drank from the glass and thinks about the stories he would tell, and the people who would hear him.

Digger missed the days with the Sons of Luna, where they would drink and party and revel in what it meant to be wolf. Those days are long gone though, now it was war, it consumed him. And it would kill him, but Luna sent him on a mission. And he would not doubt her.

A smoke was next , and looking into the fire Digger lets himself get lost in his thoughts for a bit.

**Dale Hunt** · Dec 3rd, 2012 02:49 PM

The next one to arrive was no other than the Crusaders Sergeant-at-Arms, commonly known as Dale to the Urdaga of Sacramento. Wearing his usual ragged jeans and his leather vest with the Crusaders logo on it, the Rahu didn't bother to wear a shirt, not wishing to hide his scars and tattoos from the other Suthar Anzuth. If anything, he was proud of what each one of those scars and tattoos represented, and there was no reason from hiding such things from his brothers and sisters.

Walking up to the fire, he gave a nod to his Alpha, who happened to already be sitting by it. "What's up boss?" he said to the bearded Cahalith, walking over to the keg and pouring himself a beer. Dale proceeded to take a seat next to Digger after doing so, taking a long swig from the cup. "It's a good night to share and listen to stories," he said, looking into the fire for a moment, recalling battles long forgotten by most.

Dec 3rd, 2012 03:24 PM

The next to arrive came from the south. Wearing a bland white shirt and dark jeans, Deathwright answered the call of Glory as much as any member of the Blood Talons in the city. She might be packless, and willing to do the dirty things in life as her call as an Irraka dictated - but she did not ignore the pull of her tribe.

In the Hisil, her renown shone like silver scars across her body. The brightest of all followed the scar that ran across her throat.

She walked towards the Tur, taking the briefest of moments to nod respectfully towards the grave of Flame-of-Man.

Then she glanced towards Digger, and smiled wryly.

"It's nice to see you from the front."

Dec 3rd, 2012 04:29 PM

Crosshair had finally given in, and was smoking in the Hisil, although he was keeping half an eye out for a swarm of angry cigarette spirits following him around, looking for revenge for their fallen brethren. He had seen some pretty fucked up shit in the Shadow, and he wouldn't put it past the damn place to take offence at his nicotine desires.

The three wolves up ahead outranked him far beyond him in Renown, and he felt slightly awed by their presence. He hadn't committed any great deeds - some deeds, sure, but he'd never really earnt the respect of the Lunes. He had a few stories, but fuck.

Crosshair couldn't imagine the stories they'd be telling here.

The Irraka raised a hand in greeting.

"Nice night for it, isn't it?" he said clearly, his British accent obvious and sharp, even after the time he'd spent in the US. "I'm Crosshair. Good to see ya all."

Dec 3rd, 2012 09:55 PM

Alejandra strode across to the designated meeting space a couple of minutes after Crosshair and, as she came to a stop she scanned the faces automatically. Some she was familiar with by now, and others she was not. It was to the latter group that the Irraka paid closer attention to. Her eyes flickered to the brands in an assessing way, though her expression managed to remain typically blank.

She did not have a particularly good Poker face, Alejandra was simply not very expressive.

"Evening," she greeted in her usual blunt but polite way, as she halted beside the newcomers. There were still a couple of more people to arrive, she could see. That was good- she was not late.

**Swift** · Dec 3rd, 2012 10:00 PM

Skaald strode toward the gathering with a big grin on his face. He nods in greeting to his packmates and to Alejandra. He also nods with a curious look at those he doesn't know yet.

They had gathered a few months back to witness Nieve's petition to join, and to charge her to prove herself. He hadn't heard anything more about that, but since then he had prepared in case she or another could prove themselves worthy of being called on of Fenris-Ur's followers.

"The lunes gather to hear our tales, brothers and sisters, let us not disappoint them."

Dec 4th, 2012 03:17 AM

"Yeah its a nice night." says Digger as he looks into the dancing fire. As he sat there he felt like the fire was looking back at him. He felt the heat on his eyes.

"I will let you know if its ever nice to see you." Digger respected the woman for her brands that shown, but Digger wouldn't welcome her until his brother was out of the ground. Digger tossed his smoke, only half smoked, into the fire.

He stood, stripped his shirt off and then slid his vest back on. His Cut, the brand of his pack. His own scars and tattoo's, not wanting to let Dale show him up too much. That reminds Digger that a trip to the Tattoo shop was coming soon.

Digger nodded and extened his hand to Crosshair, "Digger. Alpha of the Crusaders."

Digger gave Alejandra a nod as she arrived, he knew her, and respected her.

As Skaald followed in Digger nodded to him, "I don't think thats going to be an issue brother."

**John Holt** · Dec 4th, 2012 04:22 PM

Walking into the Tur wearing his standard black pants and shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show his silvery scars and brands that coiled around his forearms, John had a pleasant smile upon his face, the look of the contented man. Which he was. Very contented. With his affiliation to the Crusaders emblazoned across his vest, the Beta gave nods to those around him as he arrived but kept quiet for now. No doubt, the time for talk will come later.

Dec 4th, 2012 05:01 PM

"For you, I doubt it ever will be," Deathwright replied, with the blitheness that characterised someone who had been given shit plenty of times before, and felt absolutely no need to justify herself to Digger.

It was possibly because last time they'd met, she had of course, held a knife to his neck.

"Would it help if I pointed out that I lived through the same thing?" the Irraka added, with a wry smile. But her gaze moved to the fire, before she glanced sidelong to John. Though all of the others merited a considered gaze, her eyes locked on Chaplain, and she nodded to him, and him alone.

**Dale Hunt** · Dec 4th, 2012 08:14 PM

As the rest of the Suthar Anzuth of Sacramento made their way to the Tur, Dale greeted each one respectively with a firm nod. His predatory eyes studied each one carefully, taking in the scars of each wolf present. The Rahu had met all of them before, except for the one speaking to Digger. He had no clue who she was, but her Renown marks were certainly impressive, and her Glory matched his own.

He arched an eyebrow slightly, wondering what the history between this woman and his Alpha was. By the sounds of it, they had met each other before, but who knew under what sort of circumstances. Part of him wondered why he had not seen her at the Tur before, or why she hadn't shown up the last time the children of Fenris-Ur had gathered.

Hmm, well that's...interesting.

2 suxx Warrior's Eye on Deathwright

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-12-04 19:54:18		Dale Hunt rolls 6 to Warrior's Eye (10 Again)		1, 7, 9, 3, 10, 2, 7		2 successes

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