04-15-2014, 08:31 AM
They come, Denver's wolves. From Forgotten Questions. From Cold Crescent. Visitors from other lands. They rise up in answer to Eye of Muninn's challenge.
For each tale and each song Sora sits at the edge of the gathered, in the shadows cast by wolf and fire alike. When they finish, between each tale and each song, she lifts her muzzle to the sky, and she howls, repeating a name, a pack, a deed, a word. Her howl for each is low, solemn, almost mournful. Gifts for the moon as she is hidden by the Earth's shadow.
And when that shadow covers the moon she rises to all fours, and when the current teller-of-a-tale finishes Eye of Muninn paces once around the open space before pausing, raising her muzzle, and she howls to the blood moon. She howls for the loss of Luna's light, even temporarily. She howls for those lost to shadow. And maybe she howls alone at first, but other voices join her eventually, pulled to the sound of her wolf-voice, joining their own in the dirge.
Which makes for a rather difficult act to follow, but follow someone must. And it's then that Sora really steps into her role as Talesinger of the blood moon moot. She shifts into her human skin to make it easier to call, to goad, to push, to shove when someone seems too quiet, too meek. All with her voice and the power of her presence.
"And what did they do?"
"And how did that help?"
"And who did that lift?"
And so on and so forth. Pushing harder as the shadow on the moon begins to lighten, until just when it seems the first shining sliver of Luna's silver light is about to edge out from behind the shadow. Then Sora's on her feet, four feet, zipping through the crowd. Nipping at Garou, bumping them, pushing them, UP UP UP!
Back to the front, where she paces heatedly again, yipping and barking, firing up the crowd. A one-wolf spirit squad.
"Howl! Howl! Cast back the darkness!"
The energy of the masses builds and builds, with Eye of Muninn fairly prancing with it, dancing from paw to paw to paw, until she judges the crescendo has built just right. Has reached just the right pitch. Has whipped these wolves very close to frenzy - but not quite. She is careful. This is the closing of the stories and songs, they are not quite to the Revel yet.
Just when it seems they can't hold back any longer, she lifts her head and she leads them in another howl, boisterous now, a loud cacophony of mingled voices. Pushing back the darkness, casting off that shadow.
When the moon glows like a silvery thumbnail in the sky, Sora cuts off that howl.
It's time for the Revel.
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[[Okay, so I've got the opener and the closer for the Stories and Songs, but there's still some time to get your stories in! They will just obviously be between those two posts. Never mind!]]
niko @ 8:09AM
[Roll the first: charisma + exp + PB]
Roll: 10 d10 TN4 (2, 2, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10) ( success x 8 ) VALID
CourtCat @ 8:09AM
AMEN
niko @ 8:09AM
[Roll the second, same as the first but spirity, and a WP for effort]
Roll: 10 d10 TN4 (2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 8) ( success x 6 ) [WP] VALID
CourtCat @ 8:10AM
PRAISE
CourtCat @ 8:10AM
Ahem.
For each tale and each song Sora sits at the edge of the gathered, in the shadows cast by wolf and fire alike. When they finish, between each tale and each song, she lifts her muzzle to the sky, and she howls, repeating a name, a pack, a deed, a word. Her howl for each is low, solemn, almost mournful. Gifts for the moon as she is hidden by the Earth's shadow.
And when that shadow covers the moon she rises to all fours, and when the current teller-of-a-tale finishes Eye of Muninn paces once around the open space before pausing, raising her muzzle, and she howls to the blood moon. She howls for the loss of Luna's light, even temporarily. She howls for those lost to shadow. And maybe she howls alone at first, but other voices join her eventually, pulled to the sound of her wolf-voice, joining their own in the dirge.
Which makes for a rather difficult act to follow, but follow someone must. And it's then that Sora really steps into her role as Talesinger of the blood moon moot. She shifts into her human skin to make it easier to call, to goad, to push, to shove when someone seems too quiet, too meek. All with her voice and the power of her presence.
"And what did they do?"
"And how did that help?"
"And who did that lift?"
And so on and so forth. Pushing harder as the shadow on the moon begins to lighten, until just when it seems the first shining sliver of Luna's silver light is about to edge out from behind the shadow. Then Sora's on her feet, four feet, zipping through the crowd. Nipping at Garou, bumping them, pushing them, UP UP UP!
Back to the front, where she paces heatedly again, yipping and barking, firing up the crowd. A one-wolf spirit squad.
"Howl! Howl! Cast back the darkness!"
The energy of the masses builds and builds, with Eye of Muninn fairly prancing with it, dancing from paw to paw to paw, until she judges the crescendo has built just right. Has reached just the right pitch. Has whipped these wolves very close to frenzy - but not quite. She is careful. This is the closing of the stories and songs, they are not quite to the Revel yet.
Just when it seems they can't hold back any longer, she lifts her head and she leads them in another howl, boisterous now, a loud cacophony of mingled voices. Pushing back the darkness, casting off that shadow.
When the moon glows like a silvery thumbnail in the sky, Sora cuts off that howl.
It's time for the Revel.
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niko @ 8:09AM
[Roll the first: charisma + exp + PB]
Roll: 10 d10 TN4 (2, 2, 6, 6, 7, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10) ( success x 8 ) VALID
CourtCat @ 8:09AM
AMEN
niko @ 8:09AM
[Roll the second, same as the first but spirity, and a WP for effort]
Roll: 10 d10 TN4 (2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 8) ( success x 6 ) [WP] VALID
CourtCat @ 8:10AM
PRAISE
CourtCat @ 8:10AM
Ahem.