The Crescent Moon of Wisdom [attn.: EVERYONE]

[Samael]

Javed is not asleep when the call sounds. The Strider finds his rest when he can; he has a series of buildings around the environs of the Denver metropolitan area that he rotates between. It is a practice that he began when he first arrived in the city in the wake of the Beloved Horror threat and he has continued it, as it proves useful to ensure that there isn't one location he can be tracked to by enemies of Gaia. When the call does go out, he is out and about, traveling his way through Aurora. It is serendipitous, as it means he is close to Ruby's house. Within a few minutes, Javed is knocking on her door.

"We must go," is all he tells her. And then they are off, heading to the location that they are called to. When they are able to in a place that doesn't risk rending the Veil, he bids Ruby to take her wolf skin and does so himself, so they can travel there quicker.

Upon their arrival, the Metis grows in bulk, up into his breed form. A time of judgment is not a time for wearing false skins, and Javed was born in war form. He will remain in such throughout, as he finds his place next to Reverence of Dawn, Radiant Honor. His packmate.

He has been wanting to introduce Ruby to Avery. There will be a time to do that; now is not that time.

There are no words from the metis to his new charge during the rendering of the judgment. Javed stands there, watching impassively, as the judgments are levied from the merciful through the harsh, and even into the final. There is no sympathy in the Strider's eyes for any of those judged, nor is there hatred. When he had argued against their lives at the most recent moot, he did so because he felt they had betrayed their Honor. He was explaining his opinion, arguing his beliefs. And he feels passionately about those beliefs, as much as any of them in attendance do. But while his convictions are strong and his inner, Gaia-born fury high, he does not take pleasure in these sentences. The judgment of any Warrior of Gaia must be just and not vengeful; it must serve a purpose beyond simply sating a call of blood for blood.

These are things that he will tell Ruby once judgment has been rendered and the wolves and kinfolk have scattered away. He will travel with her back to her home and he will explain exactly what each of those judgments were, what the purpose of them are and the crimes for which they were rendered in more detail than was delivered that night. Ruby will be told the long and detailed history of the Beloved Horror saga, and all of the losses that lay upon those elders' heads. He will point out to her that, unlike her own actions during her First Change, those elders' actions were made by choice. He will tell her that justice among the Garou is harsh, but it is fair. And that those who can earn their redemption will have that chance; the one that cannot, whose name will never be spoken again…that one is a rare thing indeed.

But those are words for later. This night, in this moment, the Anubis-headed Garou watches. He came from the Old World…the oldest of Old Worlds, the cradle of civilization itself. He has seen harsh judgment rendered before, and he does not flinch away, even when Curved Sky is subjected to that hideous, nightmare-inducing death sentence. And a war-formed hand comes to rest on his charge's shoulder…not harshly, not painfully. But not exactly comforting either. It is merely to steady her in the face of this, and a silent notion:

Do not look away.