08-18-2013, 01:34 PM
Sophia was ecstatic with the very idea of spending any time she is allowed to spend with this Caern! So it was only natural she would head out with the members of her new found pack. There was excitement and wonder in her eyes as she took the time to settle in and watch Kiesha at work.
She would be unassuming if it weren't for the breeding of the creature, that alone was enough to draw attention in her direction. Her blond hair was a bit of a mess as she hadn't bothered to straighten up after going for a run out in the area. She wore a pair of shorts and a tank top to the affair, and it left the ink work that covered her skin proudly on display. The tattoos that covered her body were vibrant and colorful and likely drew as much attention to her as the her breeding did. Each image seemed to flow into the next as if each one had it's own unique meaning and was somehow closely associated with the other. Though she wasn't completely covered in tattoos, and none marked her head and face, hands, or feet, she was quickly running out of spaces to put the work! Her greyish blue eyes seemed to linger on Kiesha more than anything else right now, this was her time and her moment and she intended on supporting her through it, even if all that meant was being here!
She lets her eyes wander over each and every detail as the Theurge took to the task of appeasing the spirit of this caern. Oh how she loved this dance, and the more she did it the more she seemed to love it! This communion with the spirit both brought them closer to who they are, and brought them together as a people. It was one of the few things the Garou did these days that did not directly involve warfare.
Somewhere within her mind the cacophony of sounds seemed to coalesce into something both powerful and meaningful to the young theurge. She gave a little smile as music took shape in her head, it was almost as if the sounds around her had brought to mind some familiar tune that only now began to take shape within her mind. It was beautiful for her to be here, to commune with her kind and the spirits in a ritual nearly as ancient as the Garou themselves. It was here the Garou truly remembered what it was to be Garou.
As the voices began to lift she could hear herself beginning to hum the tune to the song that had been playing within her head. That voice mingled within the howling voices as she let the tune catch within the air, as she drew closer to the earth... That spirit which is most ancient of all the Terrestrial spirits. That spirit who makes up the very flesh of creation herself...
She allows her hands to touch at the spiritual manifestation of the earth and she closes her eyes as she listens to the howls of the others who have already started before her. Slowly she feeds the caern with what it needs to nourish itself, gnosis, and in the process shares a little piece of herself with it before allowing herself to slowly shift forms.
Her size grows larger, heavier, and that slender form soon begins to sprout muscles as if from out of nowhere. The slight creature which had been sitting there moments before now had the build of a body builder or linebacker but more than that her golden hair began to lose it's color and take on a silverish hue. Fur sprouted from her body fingers began to curl and elongate as claws took shape on the ends. Her teeth extended and her nose and mouth stretched outward and soon the slight figure that had stood there was replaced by an image that seemed plucked out of the very nightmares of the Wyrm creatures of olde. The spitting image of the beasts who once rightly ruled the Garou nation. Not the ever deteriorating creatures who claimed the legacy of the tribe of kings, this woman looked as if she had been plucked from the past itself and placed within their midst. Then again... Didn't they all?
As soon as she could Sophia's howl joined the others. A song as ancient and pure as the wind and earth itself. They were bit a part of all things and this ritual is what reminded them of that place, and so her chest swelled with pride as she let her own voice join the others.
She would be unassuming if it weren't for the breeding of the creature, that alone was enough to draw attention in her direction. Her blond hair was a bit of a mess as she hadn't bothered to straighten up after going for a run out in the area. She wore a pair of shorts and a tank top to the affair, and it left the ink work that covered her skin proudly on display. The tattoos that covered her body were vibrant and colorful and likely drew as much attention to her as the her breeding did. Each image seemed to flow into the next as if each one had it's own unique meaning and was somehow closely associated with the other. Though she wasn't completely covered in tattoos, and none marked her head and face, hands, or feet, she was quickly running out of spaces to put the work! Her greyish blue eyes seemed to linger on Kiesha more than anything else right now, this was her time and her moment and she intended on supporting her through it, even if all that meant was being here!
She lets her eyes wander over each and every detail as the Theurge took to the task of appeasing the spirit of this caern. Oh how she loved this dance, and the more she did it the more she seemed to love it! This communion with the spirit both brought them closer to who they are, and brought them together as a people. It was one of the few things the Garou did these days that did not directly involve warfare.
Somewhere within her mind the cacophony of sounds seemed to coalesce into something both powerful and meaningful to the young theurge. She gave a little smile as music took shape in her head, it was almost as if the sounds around her had brought to mind some familiar tune that only now began to take shape within her mind. It was beautiful for her to be here, to commune with her kind and the spirits in a ritual nearly as ancient as the Garou themselves. It was here the Garou truly remembered what it was to be Garou.
As the voices began to lift she could hear herself beginning to hum the tune to the song that had been playing within her head. That voice mingled within the howling voices as she let the tune catch within the air, as she drew closer to the earth... That spirit which is most ancient of all the Terrestrial spirits. That spirit who makes up the very flesh of creation herself...
She allows her hands to touch at the spiritual manifestation of the earth and she closes her eyes as she listens to the howls of the others who have already started before her. Slowly she feeds the caern with what it needs to nourish itself, gnosis, and in the process shares a little piece of herself with it before allowing herself to slowly shift forms.
Her size grows larger, heavier, and that slender form soon begins to sprout muscles as if from out of nowhere. The slight creature which had been sitting there moments before now had the build of a body builder or linebacker but more than that her golden hair began to lose it's color and take on a silverish hue. Fur sprouted from her body fingers began to curl and elongate as claws took shape on the ends. Her teeth extended and her nose and mouth stretched outward and soon the slight figure that had stood there was replaced by an image that seemed plucked out of the very nightmares of the Wyrm creatures of olde. The spitting image of the beasts who once rightly ruled the Garou nation. Not the ever deteriorating creatures who claimed the legacy of the tribe of kings, this woman looked as if she had been plucked from the past itself and placed within their midst. Then again... Didn't they all?
As soon as she could Sophia's howl joined the others. A song as ancient and pure as the wind and earth itself. They were bit a part of all things and this ritual is what reminded them of that place, and so her chest swelled with pride as she let her own voice join the others.