August: Opening Howl / Inner Sky

[Samael]

Javed is a newcomer to Denver as of this month, and has not attended one of their moots before. However, he is staying abreast of developments and knows well when and (generally) where to go. He shows up walking; he always walks. The sunset in the sky reminds him of distant places and times; wherever he goes, he always has the horizon to give him a sense of stability, of sameness.

He comes dressed in his sole set of clothes, his heavy jacket and worn travelling pants and heavy boots, a set that has held him through long journeys and lonely times. When he comes upon the gathering, he waits on the fringe, on his own. The lonely child of Owl. As the chanting builds, he closes his eyes (both eyelids work of course, even if one eye is functionally no more) and feels the energy of the place course through him. He is grounded, his energy building in his core.

He opens his eyes just as the cross into the Penumbra begins. He doesn't specifically note the absence of Cold Crescent; it's not something he would pick up on for many reasons, not the least of which is the wrong wiring in his head, the disconnection with optic nerves in his one good eye. He just notices that attendance is…lighter than he expected it might be.

And then it comes time for the howl. He erupts into his breed form, that visage of Anubis, jackal-god of the afterlife. It may seem especially appropriate with so many losses this month that the Strider has arrived. Or perhaps not. Either way, the lonely child is lonely no more, if just for a moment, as he sends his voice into the air. They are all as one in that moment, thanks to their Howls joining in unison.