When the howls have quieted and the bone is cracked and the last of the stories has met its raucous applause (or laughter, or groans, or tears), tonight's Wyrmfoe steps forward. She is a slight young woman, dark-haired, with a smattering of freckles, bright eyes, and veritably dripping with Shadow Lord breeding. More than a few deride her for her forthrightness, and plenty have said that she'd make a better kinswoman than wolf, but all the same, she is a Fostern Ahroun of her tribe.
Her black Adidas track jacket is zipped all the way up, the tip of the collar obscuring her jaw, covering her throat. She walks out after Bright Spear has brought the songs and tales to a close, looks out over those gathered,
then pins her eyes on another Fostern. Someone a bit bigger than her but someone that everyone there knows she could take in a raw fight, someone with a Real Purty Face, someone she knows is well-liked enough that no one is going to take this well.
Silhouette of Clouds, February Wyrmfoe, walks across the gathering to Siren of Persephone, gives her a sharp nod, says:
"Yuf," by way of greeting,
then punches her in the face. It's a solid blow to Siren's jaw, lightning-fast as one might expect from a Fostern Ahroun, so quickly delivered and so powerfully done that it comes as a shock and lands with an audible CRACK.
And that is how the brawl starts: in homid, with probably more than one wolf leaping at the Wyrmfoe to punch her rightback. Eventually some may shapeshift, but those who take crinos or hispo soon find the Wyrmfoe in their face, snarling a warning, snapping her jaws. That doesn't mean it's a bloodless fight. It doesn't mean it isn't dangerous to do something like this, but Silhouette is one of a few who makes sure to keep moving throughout the gathering as its going on. The moon is full and some of the garou here are young; more than few will wake tomorrow with injuries laid on them by those who had to put them down.
There's a lot of room for 'accidents', but Silhouette recruited several Ahrouns and others, some even Guardians, to help her keep watch over this Revel. They sacrifice their chance to completely let go so that everyone else can.
That doesn't mean they don't get into the bare-knuckled brawl a bit, though. At one point, the Wyrmfoe has leapt on the back of Thunder's Cry and clocks him upside the head before turning tail and bolting away -- cackling -- from the rest of Celduin, who may very well try to eat her.
Her black Adidas track jacket is zipped all the way up, the tip of the collar obscuring her jaw, covering her throat. She walks out after Bright Spear has brought the songs and tales to a close, looks out over those gathered,
then pins her eyes on another Fostern. Someone a bit bigger than her but someone that everyone there knows she could take in a raw fight, someone with a Real Purty Face, someone she knows is well-liked enough that no one is going to take this well.
Silhouette of Clouds, February Wyrmfoe, walks across the gathering to Siren of Persephone, gives her a sharp nod, says:
"Yuf," by way of greeting,
then punches her in the face. It's a solid blow to Siren's jaw, lightning-fast as one might expect from a Fostern Ahroun, so quickly delivered and so powerfully done that it comes as a shock and lands with an audible CRACK.
And that is how the brawl starts: in homid, with probably more than one wolf leaping at the Wyrmfoe to punch her rightback. Eventually some may shapeshift, but those who take crinos or hispo soon find the Wyrmfoe in their face, snarling a warning, snapping her jaws. That doesn't mean it's a bloodless fight. It doesn't mean it isn't dangerous to do something like this, but Silhouette is one of a few who makes sure to keep moving throughout the gathering as its going on. The moon is full and some of the garou here are young; more than few will wake tomorrow with injuries laid on them by those who had to put them down.
There's a lot of room for 'accidents', but Silhouette recruited several Ahrouns and others, some even Guardians, to help her keep watch over this Revel. They sacrifice their chance to completely let go so that everyone else can.
That doesn't mean they don't get into the bare-knuckled brawl a bit, though. At one point, the Wyrmfoe has leapt on the back of Thunder's Cry and clocks him upside the head before turning tail and bolting away -- cackling -- from the rest of Celduin, who may very well try to eat her.
my whole life is thunder.