10-21-2013, 11:39 AM
Sam was a thick wolf with long mottled grey hair and golden eyes. He came auspiciously from the south, following the hot air that had poured into the Cearn. The non-pedigree Fenris shook out his mane and alone howled deeply, joining his strong voice to those around in celebration of Gaia.
Mary was perhaps the last to arrive? Once she had spoken to the Guardians and passed into the Cearn, she took her time getting to it's core where the Moot gathered. She came auspiciously from the North, this black wolf with twisted hairs covered in earth and leaves. Without pedigree, it's features were hideous. Scars marred it's entire face in a thousand directions. It was a wonder it even had one left. This wolven creature with near white eyes and sharp white teeth, half exposed because the side of it's maw was so distorted by scars of the past. (app 1) She stopped. And snarled just before an eerie howl ripped out of her scarred throat, joining the sacred Rite.
Mary was perhaps the last to arrive? Once she had spoken to the Guardians and passed into the Cearn, she took her time getting to it's core where the Moot gathered. She came auspiciously from the North, this black wolf with twisted hairs covered in earth and leaves. Without pedigree, it's features were hideous. Scars marred it's entire face in a thousand directions. It was a wonder it even had one left. This wolven creature with near white eyes and sharp white teeth, half exposed because the side of it's maw was so distorted by scars of the past. (app 1) She stopped. And snarled just before an eerie howl ripped out of her scarred throat, joining the sacred Rite.