06-23-2013, 11:49 PM
Sometime toward the latter half of the Cracking, when just about everyone else has gone, the newcomer with the Fenrir face and the ... somehow not very Fenrir feel gets hold of the Bone. He's sitting beside a girl who pretty much screams Silver Fang, and beside another girl -- a woman -- who is, really, every inch the Shadow Lord.
He's the one to get to his feet, though. And he clears his throat, looking around the circle at all the wolves. So many of them. This might be the biggest Sept he's ever seen, and it's hard not to feel the tininess of his rank here.
"Um."
That's not a good start. Erich rallies, he stands a little straighter, he tries again.
"I'm Erich. Called Storm's Teeth. Cliath Ahroun of the Shadow Lords. I'm new to town. Just rolled in a couple days ago with Charlotte and Ingrid here -- I'll let them introduce themselves. Anyway, we're a pack? Sort of? We don't have a totem yet. Not 'cause we're not committed or whatever. We just haven't really ... met the right one."
A pause. A deep breath.
"And I want to challenge for next month's Wyrmfoe."
He's the one to get to his feet, though. And he clears his throat, looking around the circle at all the wolves. So many of them. This might be the biggest Sept he's ever seen, and it's hard not to feel the tininess of his rank here.
"Um."
That's not a good start. Erich rallies, he stands a little straighter, he tries again.
"I'm Erich. Called Storm's Teeth. Cliath Ahroun of the Shadow Lords. I'm new to town. Just rolled in a couple days ago with Charlotte and Ingrid here -- I'll let them introduce themselves. Anyway, we're a pack? Sort of? We don't have a totem yet. Not 'cause we're not committed or whatever. We just haven't really ... met the right one."
A pause. A deep breath.
"And I want to challenge for next month's Wyrmfoe."
BECAUSE OF LIGHT AND DUTY AND REASONS.