10-13-2013, 03:14 PM
Keisha arrives with Phoebe and Sophia, ecstatic to see Winona standing where she did two months previous and Phoebe the month before that. Where the Black Fury is in lupus, Keisha starts the moot in Homid as always, her staff in her right hand and a simple, long white dress her only adornment. Her shoes were left back at the car. Phoebe's vibrations of exultations are met by the warm glow of Keisha's own love for her packsisters, with an edge of anticipation for the howl to come.
When the two members of the Baklava Republik show, Keisha smoothly moves with Phoebe to stand by the other pack. No one would ever accuse the ahimsa of being anything but peace-seeking and when the opportunity is made to show how the two packs that so recently came at odds stand tall together, she is only too happy to do her part. A warm smile is offered to both Ahroun and Theurge as she stands with them and finally, when it is time, she rises up into her Crinos form and joins her own keening howl to the chorus.
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Javed, of course, is also there. He comes with Avery, the two of them arriving together as they are often found. The one-eyed (and even that one defective) metis wears the same clothes as ever, though noticeably he is missing his jacket that he is usually seen with, despite the cooler temperature that the autumn brings. As is normal for the Ahround he doesn't approach anyone and greet them, not as a slight but as an inability. Instead he greets whoever Avery may say hello to for them.
Once the Moot Rite begins he shifts immediately into his breed form and lowers to a slight crouch, waiting for the right moment. Much like his normal voice, his howl has a bit of a rasp to it, some grit that dirties the piercing tone. It doesn't make the howl any less strong though and as he straightens and raises his muzzle to the heavens, his voice echoes along with the other Garou present as one.
When the two members of the Baklava Republik show, Keisha smoothly moves with Phoebe to stand by the other pack. No one would ever accuse the ahimsa of being anything but peace-seeking and when the opportunity is made to show how the two packs that so recently came at odds stand tall together, she is only too happy to do her part. A warm smile is offered to both Ahroun and Theurge as she stands with them and finally, when it is time, she rises up into her Crinos form and joins her own keening howl to the chorus.
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Javed, of course, is also there. He comes with Avery, the two of them arriving together as they are often found. The one-eyed (and even that one defective) metis wears the same clothes as ever, though noticeably he is missing his jacket that he is usually seen with, despite the cooler temperature that the autumn brings. As is normal for the Ahround he doesn't approach anyone and greet them, not as a slight but as an inability. Instead he greets whoever Avery may say hello to for them.
Once the Moot Rite begins he shifts immediately into his breed form and lowers to a slight crouch, waiting for the right moment. Much like his normal voice, his howl has a bit of a rasp to it, some grit that dirties the piercing tone. It doesn't make the howl any less strong though and as he straightens and raises his muzzle to the heavens, his voice echoes along with the other Garou present as one.
"The anger of a good man is not a problem. Good men have too many rules."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."