Become Dalu
The hulking form of a fugure in a hoodie and leggings moves quitly through the evening air on Sutter's Landing. Sharp-clawed hands hold a glowing cigarette as the tall form heads off the path and sits leaning against a tree.
"This is crazy. Who learnes like this? Who bonds like this?!"
"That's the kid talking. We're not human, Emmy. Our ways are different. More primal, more instinctive."
The echo of the memory was dragged up through Emily's mind to when she first saw her Dad settle a pack disagreement by fighting. He broke Jimmy's arm. I mean, sure, six hours later it was good as new, but.... fuck it was pretty grim sometimes.
But that's us. It's uncomplicated. Pure. And Felix chose a tribe centered on Purity. It makes sense to do it this way.
At least doing this wasn't a shock. The newest member of Carillon Call wanted to understand her better through how she fights. It's not malicious. Much. Their talk at the Tur had been a little tetchy. Emily didn't like people thinking she didn't know what she was on about, that werewolves fight and die all the time. Maybe she'd not quite grasped what Felix meant, but it had felt that way to her. And the wolves she was talking about were her family, not some dead legend. It meant a lot more.
So here she was. to try nd work out those issues so they would know each other better. Maybe someone else would show up. Emily hated to admit it, but she liked thinking Pack would show up to... well, anything. She was letting herself be reassured by their presence. It was a good feeling, and a little smile touched her fanged mouth as she took another pull on her cigarette.
I thought I'd get hitting the ground running! Emily and Felix have a little practie match planned. Feel free to show up and watch/heckle/support your favoured winner!