10-05-2013, 03:17 PM
Phoebe loves light and life. She loves her packsisters (strong, steady Keisha, quiet, intelligent Winona, moon-mad Falcon-mad Sophia) and she loves her blood family, those that remain of her bloodline in Denver, brother, parents, aunt and great-aunt and cousins. She likes to lay in the grass and look up at the sky no matter how the stiff stalks poke and stab at her skin. She loves to sing and throw clay around and make lovely things, and doesn't care a whit if these appreciated or not. She loves the wolves of Forgotten Questions only a little more than those of Cold Crescent, feels more bound to them, more connected to the Caern than the city sept.
She's still getting used to the weight of her rank and her place as an Alpha. She would rather let things slide, had tried to let things slide, but Erich. Would. Not. Stop.
And so it's come to this, which is far too far. A burly young Cliath Ahroun stalks over to a tall, willowy Theurge, but she does not back down, does Phoebe Stavros. She lifts her chin and she meets that stare.
And she hopes that Javed will be enough to stop this if the boy loses control.
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[I can't find staredown rules that aren't a Gift in the book, what are they (Sam pointed me in the right direction!), and who would like to mod this?]
She's still getting used to the weight of her rank and her place as an Alpha. She would rather let things slide, had tried to let things slide, but Erich. Would. Not. Stop.
And so it's come to this, which is far too far. A burly young Cliath Ahroun stalks over to a tall, willowy Theurge, but she does not back down, does Phoebe Stavros. She lifts her chin and she meets that stare.
And she hopes that Javed will be enough to stop this if the boy loses control.
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