10-10-2013, 12:13 PM
Winona stands before the multitude of Denver's Garou, gathered together to share information and celebrate Gaia and revel in Luna's grace. Out in that crowd, her sisters are gathered, watching.
A little ahead of their small cluster, their Alpha stands in lupus, her fur pure black and unbroken but for the line that runs from her right shoulder across her side. Siren of Persephone stands tall on four legs, her body leaned forward, still but not stone-like. She is no obsidian statue. The other Oracles feel it most, that Phoebe practically vibrates with excitement, with an eagerness for the proceedings, with affection for her sister.
She stands that way until Erich and Charlotte find them, drawn perhaps by the odd mix of breeding - Sophia a shining beacon of Falcon, Phoebe a considerably dimmer glow of Pegasus' blood. When Volcano's children arrive Phoebe looks over to the Ahroun and the Theurge, ears pricked forward. She gives a warm whuff of greeting and sidles closer, drawing her pack with her so that all can see. Despite the tension at the warmoot, Desert Oracle and Baklava Republik stand together, united.
Winona shifts, lifts her muzzle, and a chorus of howls joins her voice. Siren's voice wends and weaves, finding harmonies and shifting, accidental melodies.
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The haphazard looking duo that is Stone Cold is there, as well, the tall lean Glass Walker beside the small, lithe Shadow Lord. Ingrid's howl isn't much to speak of, but she lifts it gladly, pleased to be in the presence of these many wolves and to stand beside her Alpha.
A little ahead of their small cluster, their Alpha stands in lupus, her fur pure black and unbroken but for the line that runs from her right shoulder across her side. Siren of Persephone stands tall on four legs, her body leaned forward, still but not stone-like. She is no obsidian statue. The other Oracles feel it most, that Phoebe practically vibrates with excitement, with an eagerness for the proceedings, with affection for her sister.
She stands that way until Erich and Charlotte find them, drawn perhaps by the odd mix of breeding - Sophia a shining beacon of Falcon, Phoebe a considerably dimmer glow of Pegasus' blood. When Volcano's children arrive Phoebe looks over to the Ahroun and the Theurge, ears pricked forward. She gives a warm whuff of greeting and sidles closer, drawing her pack with her so that all can see. Despite the tension at the warmoot, Desert Oracle and Baklava Republik stand together, united.
Winona shifts, lifts her muzzle, and a chorus of howls joins her voice. Siren's voice wends and weaves, finding harmonies and shifting, accidental melodies.
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The haphazard looking duo that is Stone Cold is there, as well, the tall lean Glass Walker beside the small, lithe Shadow Lord. Ingrid's howl isn't much to speak of, but she lifts it gladly, pleased to be in the presence of these many wolves and to stand beside her Alpha.