Red Light, Green Light

[Emily Makerith]

The Crescent smiles warmly at Brigit's presence, scratching the Talon affectionately behind the ear with her free hand. "Hey, B. We need to hang again some time, girl." She nods at Matt, smiling. "Lurch."

Bleeds Well talks, more than she ever remembers hearing, with that boasting air she loved about Blood Talons. So Cocky. it was nice to hear it from him. She's been worried he was more wolf than man, now, and though wolves did just fine that way, he'd always seemed a little... separate.
A lone wolf. Ha! Hi-larious.
But here he was, finding prey, gathering the pack. It felt right. Pure.

Allen. Interesting. The Crescent manages to avoid rolling her eyes when he reveals being one of the Storm Lords, though an eyebrow does raise as the handshake ends and Allen turns to move with the pack. "Cool! Uh.... okay..."

Stuck-up assholes, usually. Well. Val wasn't too bad, I guess. Wait, was Roach a Storm Lord? Damn... that's gonna bug me....

Jolted from her revelry by the movement of the pack, Emily stalks after the rest of the pack, jogging alongside between Bleeds Well and Hector. "So... when you say destroyed, do you mean, Destroyed destroyed? Just for being a bit uppity? I mean, some tech-based spirits are about rigid control and timing - that's within their nature, and that certainy tracks for traffic lights. Or are we doing this thing properly? My Sacred Hunt is a little rusty, but should probably do the trick. I guess, does old Red and Green know we're coming, or not, and do you have a name?" The narrative is offered steadily and methodically as they walk along, looking between the one that found the prey and the one that will make the call.

[Bleeds Well]

The trotting wolf shifts to hishu as he walks. Her question is valid, but soft in approach.

"In my opinion, the spirit failed to show respect and should be shredded. Given time I'm sure it will coalesce and hopefully learn it's lesson. It's not like it can really die, at least not by claws and fangs. And it's not a sin, so destruction is my standard response to spiritual issues." It's not a sin. "But I leave the final decision to the specialists and Alpha. If you can Bless the hunt, I'd be all for it. Anything to help the Ralun see the purity of our actions."

The hairy hunter blows air through his beard. "No name, sorry. He just kept yelling at me until I left the area. I almost unleashed my wrath on him alone, but a pack should hunt together."

He looks over at the mechanic, not the most social of the pack he hasn't taken much time to speak to his brothers and sisters. "May I ask you a personal question sister, and maybe a favor?"

[Mark]

The pack walks south, having gathered at the northern edge of the Tur. Bleeds Well is leading them through the hisil's mostly barren landscape, small motes of rust occasionally stirred up by their feet. If this wasn't werewolf territory it's easy to imagine a spirit with a taste for rust grazing across the land, or perhaps the motes would have become a spirit itself, hunting the artificial and structure spirits that are common in industrial areas. The hazy grey reflection of an old railcar, that's likely sat for decades, is making it's slow creep into the hisil, maybe in a few more decades it will be more than a translucent outline, a reminder of how quickly the herd destroys the environment and then leaves its own constructions to fall to decay.

OOC

The walk toward to the southern edge of the won't take long as it's only a few city blocks away, but this is an opportunity for pack members to be pack social before doing a pack activity that is fairly routine in a werewolf pack dynamic. Ergo, this is not a multi-layered PRP, just a social with a little werewolf action. Have fun!

[Emily Makerith]

Emily huffs. "Of course it'll coaless eventually. Of course it won't really die. But it's a Spirit, Bleeds Well. They aren't bound by the Oath of the Moon, and just because it doesn't show instant deference that doesn't mean it merits destruction. The city is and ecosystem, just like anything else. I'd feel better if this thing had some protections after we tear it several new ones."

The Crescent jams her hands in her pockets as she walks along, blowing smoke into the air. A lazy glance is cast to the Rahu when he asks for a favour. "Sure, shoot. What's up, man?"

[Brigit]

The Urshul form remains capable of simple terms in the first term, but Brigit has rarely used the capability, focused as she was.

Brigit minds the formation of the pack, sticking close to Emily, though the dark eyes of the great wolf rests on Allen's own Urshul form as they move along. This was to be his test, was it not? However, the progress was steady and cautious. Thus, the great Pale Wolf walked alongside the Ithaeur as her gaze watched their surroundings.

[Matt Joule]

Matt lopes along with the Pack, his thoughts kept to himself except for the obvious eager anticipation in the hunt and the equally obvious glances at the newest member, keeping track of his position and intentions, observing his hunting style and not threatening but assessing.

[Bleeds Well]

Bleeds Well survey's the distance as Emily expresses her concerns.

"Of course. We're getting close to where it started harassing me. If Alpha wishes to offer it the Sacred Hunt, that's cool with me." He points ahead at the shadowy reflections of where railroad and the roadway meet.

Lower his his hand he slows his pace ever so slightly, "Your garage, it's a nice a space. My grandfather's packmate had a garage as well, in the back he'd set up a forge. Grandfather repaired weapons and crafted fetishes at that forge, and just like Shake and Bake, I helped. It costs $300-$500 to get set up, getting a good anvil is expensive, but I can make do without one. I can’t remember the last time I had any money, but I can still remember the feeling of a hammer in my hand. If you’re willing to acquire the equipment and give me a space inside or out back of your garage, I can help with the work there and fabricate and craft for the pack.”

He shrugs, “just a thought sister.”

[Mark]

Allen’s visual scan is drawn in the direction of Bleeds Well’s point. Following the roadway west with his eyes, a faint red and blue glow is seen several blocks away. It’s slowly growing brighter.

[Mark]

Allen’s visual scan is drawn in the direction of Bleeds Well’s point. Following the roadway west with his eyes, a faint red and blue glow is seen several blocks away. It’s slowly growing brighter.