04-07-2014, 12:03 AM
Phoebe arrives, and she finds a few others. Garou she knows, has known since childhood. Garou she's worked with or performed rites for or taught at Cold Crescent. Garou she's led and Garou she's followed. When she sees Hector she puts her hands on his shoulders, looks him somewhat seriously in the face for a moment (last time they saw each other she crushed a gourd into his forehead, and they shared a moment). Then her face splits in a grin as she drags him at her for a quick hug.
When Keisha begins her song Phoebe stands a little straighter, chin lifting, eyes turning bright. She doesn't know this song, but the words don't matter so much as the rhythm, the melody, joining her voice with the voices of those around her. Singing her spirit to Luna and granting her Gnosis to Earth.
There are new wolves in the crowd tonight, but then aren't there always? People come and people go in the city of Denver. Some stay, some are only visiting, some disappear without a trace, or they fall.
On the whole, no one's really heard of Eye of Muninn. Quite a few heard her howl her introduction at the boundary of Forgotten Questions. Those in Cold Crescent have seen her, felt her presence, seen her name written on a travel map taped to a white board. Some have spoken with her, and those who have can say that she has a powerful energy about her. But most of the city? Most of the city wouldn't know her from any other wolf in the crowd.
That'll change. Soon enough every Garou in this city will know her name.
She is not alone. However they get there, she walks side by side with a Gnawer Ahroun, herself in Lupus. They're still considering the formality of joining under a totem, but really, anyone who looks at them can tell it's just a matter of time. Or maybe it's just a matter of discussing with the Theurges what spirit might suit them.
The way she moves is powerful, as proud as any well bred wolf of her tribe. But there is a joy in her single bright blue eye, a joy that expands to bursting when she finds Hector and Tamsin. She dances around the other Galliards, bumping into their sides, completely shoulder-checking (or being shoulder-checked by) Echoes of the Lost.
Then there is a hush, as Still Waters begins her rite. Begins her song. And Sora lights up, but she doesn't immediately join in, doesn't match her voice or her spirit to the Theurge. She shifts into her Homid shape again to use her Homid voice, and when the time is right she adds emphasis.
Burn you to the ground!
Setting fire to the sky!
PUT ON YOUR WAR PAINT!
A pause, foot stomping, until she yells into the chorus.
Wearing our vintage misery
No, I think it looked a little better on me
I'm gonna change you like a remix
Then I'll raise you LIKE A PHOENIX!
The chorus repeats, repeats, until the Skald throws her head back in a loud WHOOOO! Which turns into an AWWOOOO! Howling in Homid, she melts not back into her small(ish) lupine form, but up, up! In Hispo Eye of Muninn lifts her voice to the sky, to the moon, lets it wash over the earth, and the other Garou. And at its conclusion she launches herself across the Gauntlet.
When Keisha begins her song Phoebe stands a little straighter, chin lifting, eyes turning bright. She doesn't know this song, but the words don't matter so much as the rhythm, the melody, joining her voice with the voices of those around her. Singing her spirit to Luna and granting her Gnosis to Earth.
There are new wolves in the crowd tonight, but then aren't there always? People come and people go in the city of Denver. Some stay, some are only visiting, some disappear without a trace, or they fall.
On the whole, no one's really heard of Eye of Muninn. Quite a few heard her howl her introduction at the boundary of Forgotten Questions. Those in Cold Crescent have seen her, felt her presence, seen her name written on a travel map taped to a white board. Some have spoken with her, and those who have can say that she has a powerful energy about her. But most of the city? Most of the city wouldn't know her from any other wolf in the crowd.
That'll change. Soon enough every Garou in this city will know her name.
She is not alone. However they get there, she walks side by side with a Gnawer Ahroun, herself in Lupus. They're still considering the formality of joining under a totem, but really, anyone who looks at them can tell it's just a matter of time. Or maybe it's just a matter of discussing with the Theurges what spirit might suit them.
The way she moves is powerful, as proud as any well bred wolf of her tribe. But there is a joy in her single bright blue eye, a joy that expands to bursting when she finds Hector and Tamsin. She dances around the other Galliards, bumping into their sides, completely shoulder-checking (or being shoulder-checked by) Echoes of the Lost.
Then there is a hush, as Still Waters begins her rite. Begins her song. And Sora lights up, but she doesn't immediately join in, doesn't match her voice or her spirit to the Theurge. She shifts into her Homid shape again to use her Homid voice, and when the time is right she adds emphasis.
Burn you to the ground!
Setting fire to the sky!
PUT ON YOUR WAR PAINT!
A pause, foot stomping, until she yells into the chorus.
Wearing our vintage misery
No, I think it looked a little better on me
I'm gonna change you like a remix
Then I'll raise you LIKE A PHOENIX!
The chorus repeats, repeats, until the Skald throws her head back in a loud WHOOOO! Which turns into an AWWOOOO! Howling in Homid, she melts not back into her small(ish) lupine form, but up, up! In Hispo Eye of Muninn lifts her voice to the sky, to the moon, lets it wash over the earth, and the other Garou. And at its conclusion she launches herself across the Gauntlet.