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The Full Moon hangs proud in the sky. Calling to her children to embrace the call of their blood. Shining clear bright light across the pack's territory by the railyards. But it is not Mother that comes calling this night. Instead it's a swish of a black tail, a scratch at a door, the soft twinkling of a bell. Each member of the pack experiences it differently.
Though each can tell what it means, your totem seeks you.
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For Matt it is different. No pack means no totem. No totem means no connection that comes with it. Instead the wolf had realized after a short while a small black cat had been stalking him through the city. Once it had been seen it burst and ran for some railyards.... Ruach
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With no pack to call to the very large wolf moves silently to give chase! Whether the pursuit is in response to an auspicious omen or a hungry belly is not yet clear, still the wolf scents the air and is wary as he approaches the railyards. It smells of pack, but not his. Hopefully but warily he trots into the area, keeping an eye out for the cat as well as other things. He in turn gives off the scent of a male, angry, hungry wolf that moves like he has come a long way tonight and in the days, weeks, possibly months before. He is lean and travel worn.
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Hector is running. Its not a full run; more like a peculiar, loping, half gait. This wolf knows enough about the herd to know that an outright sprint or sustained jog will draw unwanted attention. Theirs was a secret world and he was mindful of the Oath. So he ran / loped through the city streets. His Hawai'ian shirt was stained now from the long summer. His feet were bare so he could feel every hard flagstone and every crack in the concrete.
He was a child of Red Wolf and the urban hell was his territory.
If his wild appearance did not dissuade, then perhaps the smell. He smelled of sweat. Of soil. Of oil. Of fumes and perfume. Of cut grass and cute concrete. His was a rancid, earthy smell, like musk. Then there was his face: eyes wild as they beheld the moon; face slack; jaw jutting slightly.
He was an animal in human skin.
Hunting.
Hunting his Totem. No doubt the arrogant critter had another lesson to impart.
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SiteEmily is sat on the floor of the garage, practicing rituals. Cool, concrete floor (and easy to wash the blood away). There's a familiarity of movement that they need that she's been working on these past few months to get them just right... and avoid offending the spirits. More than her Reknown's worth.
She sets everything down in the circle, and that's when it happeng. a light jingling, light sleigh bells, from the centre of the circle.
The Ithaeur stares warily. Now what?
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Emily feels the surge of energy as her form ripples and grows into the muscular Dalu. She sniffs the air and leers. The sound of bells is there, just on the edge of hearing, moving further away. The Ithaeur grabs the mangled hoodie and sets off after it.
A half-hour of cautious walking, tracking the sound, has her crossing into the railyard. It looks much the same as before. Stepping out from behind a wall, Emily almost crashes into a wolf standing taller than the diminuitive punk's waist. "Jee-esus FUCK!" She screeches, back-peddling away from the enormous wolf and dropping into a defensive stance.
<<Who are you, stranger-wolf?>> She rasps out in First-tongue. <<You enter our territory now.>>
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The wolf's communication is instinctive more than linguistic, ears forward, tail down, yet slight show of fangs, soft and short snarl. More complex than a mundane wolf, not committed completely to submission or aggression. The wolf knows it is in a pack territory not it's own, is willing to submit to the pack. Not aggressive. But also ready to fight if necessary. Hoping for acceptance and help but not willing to suffer attack and die without taking someone with it.
The balding Meninna was in Urhan, his waking hours of this day having been dedicated with communion of his spiritual half. In fact it was within Urhan that Felix had been most comfortable. The reason? Purity, naturally. For the wolf hunts and does not bother itself with the petty concerns of the Herd. It is free.
When the call came the thin wolf answered in the only way an Irraka of the Black Wolf could: He stalked. He didn't bother changing form, for the pack could scent him. Slipping through the shadows of the city, he remained unaccosted by the homeless weaving behind the bustling facade of Sacramento. For they saw many things others in the Herd did not and knew this thing was no man's pet. Reaching the railroad, Felix's gait turned into a trot as he began to seek the source of the Call he was seeking. Rounding a corner, however, he came across Emily in Dalu. A form he knew well.
And a new wolf.
Felix slipped in silently beside his packmate, creating a united front. However, the newcomer was silent. It had left Emily's question unanswered.
Felix didn't like that.
Flesh and muscle twists and bulge as the Urhan-bound Meninna's form grows, growing closer to the newcomer's mass and size. The newly-Urshul Felix answers the pup's short, soft snarl with a full warning growl, resonating with protective intent as he bared his teeth. Then came the other reason Felix had elected the form. Urshul could speak. Kinda.
<<Answer.>> came the demand in First Tongue, the tones exiting roughly through bared fangs. Felix's form remained in a ready stance, he was giving the newblood time to explain himself. However, the balding Meninna was hardly known for his patience.
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<<Run far. Tired. Much. Fight for pack. Stay. Rahu.>> the huge wolf communicates haltingly by it's position, expression and some growls.
Then it shifts, growing larger, and effortlessly quick from apparently oversized wolf to definitely oversized near-wolf.
<<Strong. Help. Fight. Hunt.>>
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Hector arrives by a different path.
The Alpha arrives in the heartland of their territory to find it altered... subtly. The changes are not drastic but the clues are there: an unfamiliar scent lingering in the air; a partial paw print that he does not recognise. The Alpha's eyes narrow. He sniffs again, switches forms - Essence burning within him; skin prickling as hairs sprout; muscles aching as they build miraculous mass; his back strains, then pops, and relief surges over him as the welter of new scents and aromas pour into his mind.
Hector continues his hunt. Slower now, more careful.
He senses an intruder - but whether hostile, neutral, or friendly is yet to be discovered.
He finds them. His pack - Emily-Dalu and Felix-Urshul stand shoulder to shoulder. Before them... Before them is the biggest fucking Urshul that Hector has ever seen - and he has seen some big ones. They bark questions. They got halting responses. A lone wolf (not yet a Lone Wolf for on this fleshly side of the Gauntlet the brands and markings do not not shine).
It could get ugly and right now Hector doesn't want the pack to waste its strength on pointless fights.
He steps out of the shadows with slow deliberation - coming at the three wolves from the side. He'll stand, framed by moonlight, shadows, and the side of an empty wagon, and let them see him with all the physicality he can muster. The Alpha has come...
"What is this?"
And while the theatric's play out, the Cahalith will look for signs.
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Animal Magnetism
Giant
Presence
Feet of Mist (Stealth Gift 1)
Strength
The huge, near-wolf is definitely intimidated, taken by surprise, he instinctively submits to the Alpha! He cringes, and is half turned to RUN away from the Alpha and the Pack!
<<This wolf is alone! Want to join Pack. Will fight for Pack. Will leave, alone if Alpha wants!>>
Circles Within Circles
Circles Within Circles
Full Circle
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