Heart of the Storm

Apr 21st, 2013 02:19 PM

Before he had become Alpha of the Shadow Seekers, Stefan had promised that he would take Chaplain of the Crusaders into the South of Sacramento, and speak with him of the Storm Lords. It was a promise he had chosen to keep, even with the pressure of his new duties on his shoulders. He might be an Alpha now, but he had sworn, and a brief sortie into the Spirit Wilds was not the most risk he could take.

And with how few Storm Lords there were in Sacramento, it was worth also ensuring that their legacy didn't fail here.

With Luna's pregnant, Glorious face beaming down on him, he waited at the Tur. It would be a hard hike down past the airport, but it would be worth it. No Storm Lord shied from hard work.

It was a good night.

**John Holt** · Apr 21st, 2013 04:00 PM

When John arrived at the Tur, he was wearing his usual black pants and shirt but without his Crusaders vest. If, on the off chance, he was to be entering the territory of the Shadow Seekers, he would not disrespect them in any perceived manner. Covering his torso was the brown jacket he wore and his newly acquired Fetish was tucked away in the harness, hidden from view.

He also walked to the meeting and as he made his way towards Stefan, he was smiling contently, glad that he could learn more about the Storm Lords. It would be the first step in helping him come to understand all of the Tribes eventually.

"Good evening, Stefan," he offered as a welcome, holding out a hand for the Cahalith. "I trust you are well?"

Apr 24th, 2013 05:12 PM

"Well enough," Stefan said, with a lightning quick smile. His packmates knew that he always answered that inquiry the same way. A smile was an astounding shield against the world. No one saw through to the weak parts when a guy was always smiling, because he looked okay. He was always okay.

Looking stern and severe was actually a weakness. It made someone too vulnerable to indignity. Stefan knew he could be undignified if he had to be, dignified if he had to be. Relaxed and poised all at once. It was a line, but it was necessary to walk it. Showing no weakness wasn't the same as having none. Only a complete idiot believed they had none.

He grasped the beta of the Crusaders' hand in a tight grip, pumping it once.

"Hope you're ready for a good work out?"

**John Holt** · Apr 25th, 2013 12:23 PM

The idea of a workout hadn't crossed his mind but John was willing to follow Stefan if it meant understanding the Storm Lords with better understanding and nodded his head with a composed smile.

Apr 28th, 2013 07:29 AM

"Faithkeeper mentioned your quest, by the way," the Cahalith added, turning his head to regard Chaplain for a moment. "Congratulations. I can see the Lunes have recognised you for it." His intense, storm-grey eyes flickered over the silver Renown brands that the Ithaeur wore for a moment. Though his expression didn't change much, it didn't take any great leap of logic to see that he approved. Strength was always to be respected and acknowledged.

As he released John's hand, Stefan turned to look towards the south.

"We're heading to the edge of my territory, to the shadow of the Airport. It's outside of my normal patrols, but something's been restless down there lately."

**John Holt** · Apr 28th, 2013 07:58 AM

When Shieldbearer mentioned the quest that he had accomplished, in no small part with Sally, John smiled gratefully. "Thank you, although I have to be honest, without Faithkeeper's assistance I am doubtful it would not have been the success it could have been. The Seekers are very fortunate to have such a gifted Ritemaster."

Listening to where they would be heading for the evening, Chaplain nodded stoically, ready to begin. "Do you have any idea what it may be?"

Apr 29th, 2013 03:42 PM

"The longevity of my pack has been a source of a lot of fortune for us," Stefan said calmly, but his storm-grey eyes flashed with the pride of an Alpha for a packmate who was utterly worthy of their Renown. As were all of the Seekers. The strength of their core had never faltered. They were family, and it had made them strong. And now they were his to guide, in all the complexity and distortions that those bonds required.

It was a mark of Honour.

"Not in the slightest. That's why we're going. But a Cahalith and an Ithaeur. Whatever it is might be receptive to words first."

**John Holt** · Apr 30th, 2013 01:32 AM

When Stefan mentioned the Seekers being a source of fortune for all the packs, Chaplain couldn't disagree. Their deeds were legendary and the Honour they exhibited was apparent to all. Even with Stefan taking the reins of leadership, their appearance to others was still of a noble pack and without the usual issues that can come when the challenge for the position of Alpha is decided.

Chaplain wondered how the Crusaders would be remembered. Warmakers? Martyrs? Idiots?

The Ithaeur had complete faith in their mission and knew it was the right thing to do. He only wished others could see the same thing he did.

"Lead the way, Shieldbearer," Chaplain said with a smile, glad for this experience.

Apr 30th, 2013 04:16 PM

Stefan still reserved his own judgement where it came to the Crusaders. It wasn't that he believed their cause was faulty, or that the Pure would not attack anyone at whim - he had too much personal experience of that tragedy to be blind to its potential in others. He simply found that their words held a flavour of fanaticism that made him wonder if he would be an apt target for their crusade if they knew of his parentage.

Not all of them, certainly, but where fanaticism dwelt, zealotry followed.

After all, that soundbite about he who fights monsters probably wasn't so far off.

"Well then, follow me," the Cahalith said, and set off on foot. He didn't transform. This, in a great way, was lesson one. Sometimes the most expedient form wasn't the most Honourable. The only way a Werewolf could come unarmed, after all, was to come in Hishu, and even then, it was a symbolic gesture.

**John Holt** · May 1st, 2013 02:30 PM

John remained silent as he walked besides Stefan, taking in the surroundings as he did so. As much he loved their little pocket of the city, John found his interest piqued when it came to others' territories. And it wasn't simply because of a tactical point of view but rather because he felt each territory held a certain resonance of their own.

He could also understand, at a certain level, why they were heading to investigate the disturbance in Hishu. Nothing screams aggression as much as claws and elongated teeth.

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