08-10-2014, 09:57 PM
She's been quiet and busy for the last several months. With school out, Keisha Ballard has been spending her time thrown fully into her work as Keeper of the Land, and it's rare that you don't find a day when she's not in the Cold Crescent performing her duties. Well...we should say, it's either rare or it's the night of a Moot.
She comes as she always does, in her birth form. The dark-skinned woman approaches in a plain white dress, her hair loose and free and her feet unshod. She is quiet and peaceful as she approaches, giving little smiles her and there. For many the moot is a time to be rambunctious...and for Keisha there will be time for that too, during the Revel. But in the beginning--as she always is unless she's leading the opening howl--she is reflective and open the spiritual energies.
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Javed, on the other hand, approaches on four legs. He will take his birth form when the reach the final place and he is by his packmate's side, but before they reach that point he knows the value of discretion. So a jackal slips its way across the park, smaller than his fellow wolves but no less fierce. He relies on smell more than sight thanks to that one milky eye, and only when they have arrived at the final point does he melt up into Crinos to take his seat next to his Silver Fang packmate.
She comes as she always does, in her birth form. The dark-skinned woman approaches in a plain white dress, her hair loose and free and her feet unshod. She is quiet and peaceful as she approaches, giving little smiles her and there. For many the moot is a time to be rambunctious...and for Keisha there will be time for that too, during the Revel. But in the beginning--as she always is unless she's leading the opening howl--she is reflective and open the spiritual energies.
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Javed, on the other hand, approaches on four legs. He will take his birth form when the reach the final place and he is by his packmate's side, but before they reach that point he knows the value of discretion. So a jackal slips its way across the park, smaller than his fellow wolves but no less fierce. He relies on smell more than sight thanks to that one milky eye, and only when they have arrived at the final point does he melt up into Crinos to take his seat next to his Silver Fang packmate.
"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."