Red Light, Green Light
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<<Don't have rite>>
Hector's powerful jaws struggled with the First Tongue. His posture gave an irritated shrug and his eyes shot a challenging glance.
Yes, the Alpha probably needed some Rites. He had other priorities.
His posture shifted as he muscled slightly to the fore, recognising Bleeds Well advice as he passed.
The Alpha huffed once in excitement, then snorted loudly as he blew the tension from his body.
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Presence
Contacts
Striking Looks
Site"A forge, huh?" The Crescent replies thoughtfully. "I mean, there's not much space in the garage itself, even after the expansion. It's all full of cars and equipment, but.... out back we could probably put something together. I've been playing around with the principles of Fetish Crafting, but not made something yet." She clucks her tongue, musing. "I didn't know you were a fetish-maker," she says to Bleeds Well questioningly. "What kind of things did you make?"
She turns to Hector. "Well, that's what I'm getting at, Chief, because I do," Emily grins. "Doing it Old School. We can even offer sanctuary in my patch of the Hisil. I'm sure Rachet won't mind."
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Presence
Primal Urge
Danger Sense
Fast Reflexes
Fleet of Foot
"Weapons," is the mountain man's one word response. Then he falls silent, as they near the intersection.
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Rapidly approaching the pack is what appears to be a traffic cop, in an antique formal uniform. The spirit has an odd lean to it as it floats forward, as if it were driving a segue, it's eyes bright flashing alternating blue and red lights.
It stops in the middle of the intersection, watching the pack intently, but remaining silent as they approach the boundary of their territory, the Tur.
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The Pale Wolf stops, her large head leveling with the spirit in the distance.
A huff sounds from Brigit's throat, signaling the presence of the creature before them to the rest of the pack. Her body tenses as she awaits the reaction of the Alpha and her peers.
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Six to one. They don't even need luck to be done here before any sympathetic spirits arrive. Still, Allen will not be the one to make the first move. This is his introductory hunt, and so the Storm Lord will emulate what his seniors and the alpha will do. If Hector gives the signal to attack, he'll attack.
If the Iron Master decides to try the gentle approach first, however...
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<<Good>>
Hector turned a beady yellow eye on Emily Makerith as he loped along.
The Alpha's eyes snap to the front as they reach the intersection. His hackles raise and he starts dropping closer to the ground.
A blank, lupine, stare is dropped squarely on the offending spirit. Watching him. Watching them. Watching It.
Forcing his posture to rise, Hector begins to walk toward the spirit. He will pass close by the entity and simply cross the street. And see what happens.
This time, Hector leads from the front.
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Animal Magnetism
Giant
Presence
Feet of Mist (Stealth Gift 1)
Strength
Matt’s fur around the neck goes stiff and erect and he snarls, a threatening, low rumbling sound erupting from deep in his throat! The huge near wolf moves at his Alpha’s side, focused on prey!
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Presence
Contacts
Striking Looks
Site
Emily slouches casually alongside the Alpha. She's in the best form for conducting a ritual, though there are powerful beasts all around her.
"Been a long time since I saw a flasher in the street," she quips brightly, ambling amidst her pack, but paying close heed to the spirit in the center, whispering to the Ithalunim choir for guidence.
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Read Spirit from the Crescent Moon gifts (WtF Core pg 105) gives Emily the Name, Rank and Type of spirit, and I get another detail - how much essence does the Spirit have?
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