09-30-2014, 02:31 PM
Phoebe arrives, tall and willowy beside her sister. She is dressed simply in a dark turquoise t-shirt with loose lines that outline a Paris skyline and dark skinny jeans tucked into a pair of hiking boots. There was once a time when she was a tall and skinny clumsy creature. Tonight, however, it's obvious that the Fury's figure is beginning to shift and change. Becoming more strong, more solid. Her posture is straighter, even though she moves beside Still Waters with ease and a friendly smile.
When Desert Oracle finds a place, Phoebe looks around as more and more and more gather around them, filling in the spaces between bodies. Across the distance, on the other side of the Caller from where they stand, she sees the familiar gleam of Radiant Honor and lifts her hand in a wave.
Then she shifts, down into her lean and long-limbed, black-furred lupus, rests back on her haunches, and calls out a ululating howl to the heavens. When Siren's song is snatched from her muzzle she does not start or stammer to a halt, but keeps howling.
When Desert Oracle finds a place, Phoebe looks around as more and more and more gather around them, filling in the spaces between bodies. Across the distance, on the other side of the Caller from where they stand, she sees the familiar gleam of Radiant Honor and lifts her hand in a wave.
Then she shifts, down into her lean and long-limbed, black-furred lupus, rests back on her haunches, and calls out a ululating howl to the heavens. When Siren's song is snatched from her muzzle she does not start or stammer to a halt, but keeps howling.