Blackriver runs into Cedric acting strange. They start talking, Blackriver accuses him of being insane and a blot on the tribe's record (oh, and tells him he's not elder anymore). Cedric gets mad. Pain ensures. Much thanks to Pris for GMing.

( You are consumed by envy, or by madness, yourself to act thus. You will submit and show throat, or my teeth will make you show it from the inside out. )

Blackriver meets River. Short and sweet. BR can't understand half of what River says.

( Read more... )

BR and Cole meet on their pack territory, and start to take stock of things. Unfortunately two Garou who both think their alpha talking on a full moon never ends well....

( I am Alpha now, because Alphas do not leave. )

Blackriver bumps into another new Silver Fang on the bawn, and proceeds to show of her ability of making snap judgments.

( It is more honorable to stay away from places you have been banned from. )

Hal asks Blackriver to tell a story, and the Fang obliges. Later, the cub tells his own short story. Note my amazing inability to spell this evening! (Isn't it always)

( Half-moon stories aren't as fun to hear as gibbous-moon stories. )

Blackriver meets with Jacob, and the two agree to collaborate to kick some Spiral ass.

( And then there's a log... )

Blackriver teaches Reggie the Baptism of Fire rite, in exchange for a favor he did her pack way back when. Someday I'll actually think of a fun, creative way to teach rites.

( Water, blood, howling, ancestors. )

Blackriver meets Jack, and gives him a name. Decides he's not so bad, for a homid cub.

( Know. Know all. Not know what I am. No told. )

Blackriver teaches Stacey a small rite, finishing up her debt to Circle Keeper.

( First you must think of Gaia, and how much you love her. Think of this very, very hard. Do not think of anything else. )

Cedric brings Lucey, the new Fang kin, out into the woods for a meet and greet. Things go alright, considering.

( Alfred Lucey, Madam. How do you do. )

Blackriver meets Lefty and gives her a tour of the caern.

( Tell me, this is a good place to find such things? To find...family, friends? Something to die for? )

Three adult Garou sit around and talk about current events, while a Shadow Lord cubs sits off to the side and picks up gossip.

( Is there some kind of lupus convention we're tresspassing on here? )

Blackriver meets up with Fred and they discuss politics through the lens of being a half-moon.

( Anything new happening? )

Blackriver talks to Horace about Reggie and whatnot.

( It's not - it doesn't make fair. Sense. )

Blackriver runs into Saul again, and has a brief chat about why humans suck.

( Not hunting makes humans soft and lazy. )

Blackriver talks to Reggie about some glyphs he drew in Wendigo territory.

( I do not care why you carved it, you should not have repaid Pierces-The-Ice's wrong with your own. )

Blackriver looks for some clarification on something she knows little about: spirits.

[Unknown LJ tag]


You step out of the woods and onto the bank of the creek.
Small Creek
A small creek, no more than a mere trickle, winds through the forest. Small pebbles shine wetly as the water flows past them. The creek has worn a slight indentation into the forest floor and tree roots can be seen poking out of the soil near the creek. Moss grows on the banks of the creek, and the occasional mushroom can be seen sticking out from the soil near the roots of a tree. Scurrying sounds can be heard through the underbrush, probably from field mice or other small woodland critters.
The forest looms over the creek on all sides, looking mysterious and foreboding.
Obvious exits:
Forest
Lune-Calmer has arrived.

Currently in Saint Claire, it's a sunny day. The temperature is 42 degrees Fahrenheit (5 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.16 and falling, and the relative humidity is 85 percent. The dewpoint is 38 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius.)

Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent Moon phase (39% full).
The creek usually doesn't flow in the winter, showing its impact only as a slight indent in the snow-covered forest floor. But it's sunny and warm today, and some of the snow has started to melt, causing the creek to run with a trickle of icy water. Blackriver has taken advantage of the melted snow, she's down by the creek with her head tipped to the side to catch a few laps of water.

Perhaps it's the sunny nature of the day that has Jonathan wandering about. Whatever the cause, he's for once without his much-beloved duster and hat. In their place is a shabby sweater and equally shabby pair of denim jeans. He apparently doesn't spot his Elder drinking at the dream, because he moves on a course to pass directly through the small area opened by the creak.

Jonathan, homid
A quick glance at this man might lead one to think that he's well into adulthood. Indeed, the salt and pepper coloration of his hair points to an elder man. Someone taking a closer look, though might well realize that his face and bearing are that of a much younger soul. Forgiving that hair, he looks like he might be approaching his twentieth year. His blue eyes are alert, constantly moving back and forth to take in his surroundings.
He is possessed of fair features. While not especially attractive, he nonetheless has a nobility of face and form that stands out. He's of middling height, perhaps five foot nine, with a solid build. He wears clothing that is worn, but nonetheless of good quality. A duster normally falls over a button down shirt and a pair of designer slacks. He habitually wears a broad-brimmed hat angled low, to shade his eyes. Holy Western movie knockoff, Batman!

Blackriver's ears twitch as she hears the Jonathan approaching, and she raises her head to glance at him. Her nose quivers as she tries to place his scent, and her gaze is inevitably drawn to his third eye. She blinks in surprise, and then gives a soft chuff to get the knife-moon's attention.
Jonathan looks over, and there's a moment of unfeigned surprise that widens his eyes. "Oh! Blackriver-rhya, forgive me. I didn't mean to intrude on your privacy. I can go if you wish?" All this comes out in a rush, the Metis apparently eager to show his subservience.

Blackriver blinks once more, ears flicking up and down. Too fast monkey-babble. She comments irritably, tail coming to curl up over the lupus' head.

Jonathan's expression falls and he nods. A moment later, his body falls as well as he shrinks down to take the wolf-skin. Can leave, if you want to be alone, he reiterates glumly. His tail droops low and his head is ducked as well.

Blackriver answers Jonathan's question by striding over to the Theurge and beginning to sniff him over, tail wagging slowly. I have a question to ask you about Falcon. She states bluntly once she's done with her inspection.

Lune-Calmer stands still for the sniffing, reciprocating in a cursory, 'polite' way. It's when the question is asked that he perks up somewhat. What do you wish to know, comes his immediate answer.

Blackriver's ears twitch side to side in uncertainty. Falcon tells some of us to do things. She states matter of factly, although she seems a little disturbed by this. But, does Falcon always tell his follows to do things to help /them?/ She comes to a stop after this and blinks, somewhat aware that what she just said made no sense.

Lune-Calmer cocks his head to the side, ears flicking upward. I...do not understand, forgive me. You wish to know if Great Falcon tells us to do things that do not help us?

Blackriver flicks her ears in a yes, and then pauses and adds an addendum. Things that help the Garou and the Silver Fangs, but not the person who is told to do the things. She explains.

Lune-Calmer appears somewhat relieved to have guessed the correct interpretation. Cannot speak for Falcon, but I believe he may. It is our jobs as kings to sacrifice for those under us. If it helps the People and the Silver Fangs, but harms one Silver Fang? Falcon might ask it. Has he asked something of you?

Blackriver huffs out a no. I speak of Promises-Kept. Lightning-rhya said he should be allowed to join the sept because Falcon sent him here. But I think maybe Falcon sent him here to be turned away. Or to teach us a lesson. She pauses. But I did not know, so I asked you. Another pause. It's stupid to ignore the bad things that he's done, but Lightning-rhya wants us to ignore them. He says Falcon wants us to ignore them. She stops her train-of-thought and lets out a soft whine, looking confused again.

Lune-Calmer flops down onto his belly with a grunt. Lightning-rhya is wise, he starts, his ears flicking back. But Promises is a fool. Does Falcon say keep Promises, or does Lightning just think that is what Falcon wants?

That is what Lightning-rhya thinks Falcon wants. She replies, tipping her head to one side.

Lune-Calmer chuffs a breath, causing a puff of snow to rise up in answer. Then we must believe he knows what he speaks of. He has one of Falcon's children with him. He told me. Perhaps he knows more than we.

Blackriver's head tips to the other side as she considers this, and she reluctantly chuffs out an agreement.

Lune-Calmer looks up, briefly meeting Blackriver's gaze. I hope I have helped, he offers in a quite tone.

Blackriver huffs a soft thank you, and wags her tail once before turning and heading off into the forest.

Lune-Calmer rises to his feet, letting out a question as his Elder turns to leave. Blackriver-rhya. I have searched for the Daughters of Pegasus, but I have not found their knifemoons. Where do they live?

Blackriver turns back to glance at the Theurge, ears flicking in annoyance at being called back. They have a den they live at. I do not know where it is.

Lune-Calmer's ears droop and he leads out a sound to show he understands. He's quiet, then, and looks down at the melted snow of the small stream.
Blackriver waits for a moment to see if the metis has anything else to ask her, and then heads off towards the south.

Blackriver heads to the mountains to investigate a noise she heard earlier. More proof that the quickest way to lupus' heart is through her stomach. And like a good little Russian, BR knows her alcohol. Kinda.

( Jus' a mess fer me ta clean up. )

Blackriver heads up into the mountains and proceeds to attempt to both investigate and avoid a group of people talking up there.

( Real wolf or um, you know, one of yours? )

Blackriver takes a little hike away form her territory, and runs into a very untrained cub. She might have gotten of to a better foot with him, if he'd been able to tell her his name.

( I'm telling you who I am. )