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Across the gauntlet the Hisil of Tur is clean, clear, well kept. Small motes float around embodying dogs and happiness and playfulness and cheer and regret and decay. Beyond the borders of Tur the Hisil flourishes into the chaos of natural order. Luna hangs overhead, watching.
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Aryana strode the ground of the Hisil, staying in the Tur where at least things felt safe. In the brief time while she waited for the others, she changed her shape, falling on all fours and shrinking to the surprisingly small, but still deadly, shape of the Wolf. She wasn't going to be wandering around in a shape she couldn't be ready to fight in. There were entirely too many things around that would take offense to their presence here. But, she couldn't shift to her favorite shape, Urshul. Not if they were planning diplomacy.
Ary continued to pace in the shape of the Wolf, getting accustomed to the small shape again as she waited.
Simon stepped into the hisil without to much trouble and waited for the others. He didn't shapeshift into another form. his clothes weren't dedictated and he rather kept them in one piece if it was possible. He took a moment to orient himself in roughly the direction the retirement home was in and waited for the rest.
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Chuck faded into the Hisil slowly, the uncomfortable feeling of his clothes falling away behind him ignored for the time being as the straps of his backpack rested on his bare shoulders once again. I really need to invest the time into getting someone to perform the Rite on some clothing.
He glanced at the wolf, Aryana, unperturbed by his own nudity.
Seeing Simon naked again in the Hisil wasn't a surprise. They'd been on a number of expeditions together and while most of the time they had time to plan, there was the occasion when they just had to go with what they had.
"Forget a change of clothes? We'll be travelling for now though." He said simply to Simon seeing him seeming to intend to start walking in Hishu form.
Chuck himself and his backpack shifted down to Urhan form and he padded around the area waiting for the others.
It quickly became clear to simon that once again he had forgotten that his new set of clothes hadn't been dedictated yet. And that walking barefoot on soil didn't really sound like a good plan.
So he followed chuck's example and quickly shifted into urhan form as well. Sitting down and patiently waiting for the rest of the pack to cross over as well.
Watching as Simon and Chuck fade out of existence and leave their clothes behind, Allison shakes her head. She looks to Jacqui and scrunches up her face as she starts to collect the fallen clothes and disrobe herself, "Need to have you dedicate some stuff for me in the near future."
Once she has everyone's stuff collected and stashed (so it doesn't look like a small rapture happened), and is herself in the buff, she focuses herself and steps through the gauntlet.
Once she materializes on the other side, she notes that everyone else is present...and in Urhan form. Of course. Not everyone is so comfortable being naked around others. Or maybe it's for speed of travel. That makes more sense. Taking a moment, Allison joins them in her wolf form, the silver and gray hair growing from her skin as she falls to all fours, and finally shakes herself once the transformation is complete.
Allison Wolf
Everyone was getting a head start, but Jacqueline was partly grateful. It still didn't feel great to disrobe in front of people. Oddly enough, the nudity wasn't as much a bother as taking off the clothes itself. It made her feel like a stripper and no one wanted that. Making sure no oglers were in wait, she quickly removes her outfit and stores it with Allison's clothes. This also reminded her... She needed to dedicate some of her own clothing, but perhaps her priorities were out of order. She was, after all going into the Hisil proper. It had been a short time and always impressed her whenever she went, but she realized it would also be dangerous this time. Hell, it was dangerous every time! Taking little time to prepare, Jacqueline flashes a fierce grin and throws herself spiritually through the gauntlet.
The blessed gaze of luna above and the ordered entropy around filled Jackie's senses as soon as she sidestepped, filling her with a sense of peace. A dreamlike world of the spirits. She had dreamed of such a place since she was a little girl and was not at all dissatisfied... Except she risked death a lot more often. Snapping back to attention, she realized the rest of the pack was shifting, clearly in the mood to hunt down a totem. While it might be fun to sightsee for a bit, clearly there were bigger fish to fry. With a shuffle of focus, her body shifted into a moderately large Urhan with hardly a discoloration on her black fur. The smells filled the air as soon as she shifted, inundated her with a joyous symphony of scents to follow. It was easy to just chase, but common sense urged her to wait for the Pack. The Hisil was no place for a lone wolf.
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The black and brown wolf, first to arrive, paced around the others as they showed up and shifted into Urhan. It seemed she'd started a trend. She took a second to preen, then looked at the Alpha. Once they were accustomed to each other in the wolf form, they would be able to communicate without words. But, for now, the First Tongue would be useful. She barked a quick set of words at Chuck-Wolf. <<Ready? Lead.>> She waited for him, but she didn't wait idly. She pulled at the Essence of the spirit world to increase her speed, just in case. You never knew when it could come in handy. At worst, she'd have to slow down a little to let the rest of the Pack catch up.
Ary spends 1 Essence to activate Father Wolf's Speed.
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Chuck-Wolf spent a few weeks seconds after the others had arrived to make sure there were no immediate threats in the area. Satisfied that everyone was ready he began to head in the direction of the retirement home. <<We move>> he barked out.
<<We Ride, We Fight, We Love!>>
With a quick staccato of barks, Jackie throws herself into a run, doing her best to keep up with the rest of the pack. Whipping wind ran through her fur and with each beat of her paws on this strange soil, the urge to run and to hunt ran through her like a craving. Reaching out not with her eyes but with her nose, she found everything all too fascinating. Every spirit had their own unique scent trail and they laid out before her like a smorgasbord of sensations. She wondered if certain spirits emitted certain scents or if it was less reasonable. It made sense that a sewage spirit might smell of offal, but the spirit of happiness? How would a spirit of death smell? These were all questions that begged to be answered.
(WW) Animus, Weavebreaker, and Aegis
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