02-12-2014, 03:47 PM
Keisha is there, of course. The Desert Oracle shows in simple white dress, dreadlocks falling free down her back and feet bare with her staff at her side. She appears with Phoebe, the two of them making their way in together. She is less reserved that she has been for the past several moots, with the spectre of the dark events that occured at the Beloved Horror finding increasing distance in the rear view mirror. She is not the young, overly naive Child of Gaia that she once was, but she is getting there. Or, perhaps, to a new equilibrium.
Once they are cross the Gauntlet into penumbra, Keisha ripples up into her Crinos form. The presence of the spirits makes her brighter, more ethereal and yet more present as well. She raises her head as one with the others and lets go her howl, a song of unity as her spiritual essence flows to help bolster the caern.
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Javed Anubis-Sight is, as much as he stands with the others, alone. And that's not really true, of course; in fact, it can be argued that it isn't even a little true. He does not feel isolated from his Philodox packmate as she positions the other Garou she knows around them into a large group. He does not even have a sense of solitude in terms of his pack, with his student Ruby at his side. Rather, he is calm on this night, as he holds himself most nights. He is an island--an island connected to others in inextricable ways, all part of one larger system. But he has no mental link to Avery (which is the way they both prefer it to be), and he stands tall in his hulking, jackal-headed natural form amidst the others, keeping his words and thoughts largely to himself. Each of them contribute to a greater purpose, yet each are individual as well. A beach may look like one entity, but each grain of sand is individual and sees themselve as such.
His words are short and brief; his greetings to others are largely nods and he speaks quietly to Ruby to remind her of the intricacies of the proceedings. It is reinforcement of what she already knows, so that it may sink in and become second nature without her having to think about it.
When it is time to howl, he is already in the right form. And his howl, guttural and ragged as his voice is gravelly, echoes among the many others that night.
Once they are cross the Gauntlet into penumbra, Keisha ripples up into her Crinos form. The presence of the spirits makes her brighter, more ethereal and yet more present as well. She raises her head as one with the others and lets go her howl, a song of unity as her spiritual essence flows to help bolster the caern.
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Javed Anubis-Sight is, as much as he stands with the others, alone. And that's not really true, of course; in fact, it can be argued that it isn't even a little true. He does not feel isolated from his Philodox packmate as she positions the other Garou she knows around them into a large group. He does not even have a sense of solitude in terms of his pack, with his student Ruby at his side. Rather, he is calm on this night, as he holds himself most nights. He is an island--an island connected to others in inextricable ways, all part of one larger system. But he has no mental link to Avery (which is the way they both prefer it to be), and he stands tall in his hulking, jackal-headed natural form amidst the others, keeping his words and thoughts largely to himself. Each of them contribute to a greater purpose, yet each are individual as well. A beach may look like one entity, but each grain of sand is individual and sees themselve as such.
His words are short and brief; his greetings to others are largely nods and he speaks quietly to Ruby to remind her of the intricacies of the proceedings. It is reinforcement of what she already knows, so that it may sink in and become second nature without her having to think about it.
When it is time to howl, he is already in the right form. And his howl, guttural and ragged as his voice is gravelly, echoes among the many others that night.
"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."