10-16-2013, 02:09 PM
The Strider comes for the Theurges and Baklava Republik and Phoebe ripples upward into the Hispo form. She is not so big as the Ahroun, not so stout, not so agile, but the fur all along her back bristles. The teeth of the Fury show pale bright against the jet black of her fur and she snarls back, ears flattening as she steps back, back, not away, not cowering but
joining with Erich, wherever he is. Side by side, back to back, however they end up, the Alphas stand together with their packs joined as one, united in this purpose.
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Tries. Anubis Sight tries to weave between the wolves of Stone Cold but Ingrid is a watchful woman with a predator's grace and instinct. Before he even reaches the duo, she has shifted smoothly up her warform. She is quick in all her forms, lissome. In a form that's made for brutal devastation, Dances With the Hurricane moves with an unnatural grace as she meets Javed wherever he goes, teeth snapping, muscles flexing, her own growl growing in her throat. The intent, the truth is this: Ingrid will not be separated from this Garou. Javed will not find this pack divided.
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And soon enough Dances With the Hurricane and Siren of Persephone join with the others, moving together or perhaps finally splitting up and separating. Running chasing biting biting biting, united with the septs and with the other packs. Howling their discordant unity into the night until, run down and worn out, their fonts of Rage tapped completely, they drop wherever they end up.
joining with Erich, wherever he is. Side by side, back to back, however they end up, the Alphas stand together with their packs joined as one, united in this purpose.
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Tries. Anubis Sight tries to weave between the wolves of Stone Cold but Ingrid is a watchful woman with a predator's grace and instinct. Before he even reaches the duo, she has shifted smoothly up her warform. She is quick in all her forms, lissome. In a form that's made for brutal devastation, Dances With the Hurricane moves with an unnatural grace as she meets Javed wherever he goes, teeth snapping, muscles flexing, her own growl growing in her throat. The intent, the truth is this: Ingrid will not be separated from this Garou. Javed will not find this pack divided.
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And soon enough Dances With the Hurricane and Siren of Persephone join with the others, moving together or perhaps finally splitting up and separating. Running chasing biting biting biting, united with the septs and with the other packs. Howling their discordant unity into the night until, run down and worn out, their fonts of Rage tapped completely, they drop wherever they end up.