01-29-2015, 11:25 PM
Morgan's there, of course. It probably goes without saying she is -- she's yet to miss a gathering, the tall redhead. In her wolf skin she's a long limbed red creature with strikingly clear eyes. A machine of destruction, according to some. Probably built to become something entirely more fearsome some day, if you asked others, if Gaia permit it.
If she lasted that long. It was the lament of the full moon; their legacy to be things of glory but only fleetingly so. Here for the briefest of forays before they passed on. Firebrand has no true affiliation as of yet, but she mingles amongst the other wolves without hesitation; brushes against sides; snaps her teeth playfully at others. Takes up her decided position and howls with the solemnity and reverence of a Garou who knew too well, already, the cost of their War.
The fine thread they clung to, survival on the raggedy edge.
If she lasted that long. It was the lament of the full moon; their legacy to be things of glory but only fleetingly so. Here for the briefest of forays before they passed on. Firebrand has no true affiliation as of yet, but she mingles amongst the other wolves without hesitation; brushes against sides; snaps her teeth playfully at others. Takes up her decided position and howls with the solemnity and reverence of a Garou who knew too well, already, the cost of their War.
The fine thread they clung to, survival on the raggedy edge.