12-10-2013, 06:23 PM
Celduin didn't always attend moots. No, correction - didn't usually. Usually they blew through a sept long enough to catch wind of dark places and loose ends and to chase those loose ends into dark places and then leave again before anyone could learn their names or where they were from or where they were going. Vagabonds led the pack a year ago.
Sometimes they went just to see what they were like. Like they didn't all remember from their fostering. How the elders would scowl to ensure the fosterns and the adrens kept the cubs and the cliaths in check.
They come upon the Caern this night and Hector at least is in his human skin because as they draw nearer he hears not yipping and barking and lifted wolf-voices but stomping and clapping. He wears a puzzled expression when he leads his brother and sister to the gathering. But he's the Wyrmfoe tonight. His job is to get everybody all riled up so they can go crashing snarling raving through the woods after the last tale is told.
So he starts going around jostling the lone wolves and war-beasts he finds even if he does not recognize them. Steam rising up from his lungs as he shouts along with Phoebe. Circles around the sisters of Desert Oracle right up in their business like they're not shouting loud enough. Like any one of them couldn't slap him into next month. Louder louder be louder.
Oh hey here comes Avery he likes Avery he followed Avery into a fight a couple weeks ago.
"SING IT!" he greets her before he turns around to jostle his way over to Baklava Republik. All of them. Erich he practically headbutts in greeting he's so wound up by the time he makes it over there.
Then he winds up back with his own pack in time to end the chanting refrain in his wolf skin. To tilt back his head and howl an exultant and eternal howl.
Sometimes they went just to see what they were like. Like they didn't all remember from their fostering. How the elders would scowl to ensure the fosterns and the adrens kept the cubs and the cliaths in check.
They come upon the Caern this night and Hector at least is in his human skin because as they draw nearer he hears not yipping and barking and lifted wolf-voices but stomping and clapping. He wears a puzzled expression when he leads his brother and sister to the gathering. But he's the Wyrmfoe tonight. His job is to get everybody all riled up so they can go crashing snarling raving through the woods after the last tale is told.
So he starts going around jostling the lone wolves and war-beasts he finds even if he does not recognize them. Steam rising up from his lungs as he shouts along with Phoebe. Circles around the sisters of Desert Oracle right up in their business like they're not shouting loud enough. Like any one of them couldn't slap him into next month. Louder louder be louder.
Oh hey here comes Avery he likes Avery he followed Avery into a fight a couple weeks ago.
"SING IT!" he greets her before he turns around to jostle his way over to Baklava Republik. All of them. Erich he practically headbutts in greeting he's so wound up by the time he makes it over there.
Then he winds up back with his own pack in time to end the chanting refrain in his wolf skin. To tilt back his head and howl an exultant and eternal howl.
Look. I have school. And RP. And all my other time is taken up by sheer, unreasoning panic. I don't have time for Reddit.
-- ixphaelaeon
-- ixphaelaeon