[Karl Holds the Line] [Ok, Karl is waiting at the shrine, rest of you post in and get there. im tired so dont make me lead this little thing! LOL ]
[Marni] Marni’s been quiet. It’s almost disconcerting, really, but at least she’s been busy. The shrine never looked so good, really. She’s been concentrating on doing things that won’t put the little bean she carries in danger, so the Shrine, and even the Great JunkHeap Mama’s been growing – well, they’re all in fine, FINE condition.
She wanders up – and no, that’s not waddling up, not by a long shot, not even close yet! – licking the remnants of the Chicago dog she ate on her way over from her fingertips. Mmmmmmmm yummy. She’s dressed as always, tattered jeans and a tank top, though the top button of those jeans has to remain unbuttoned now, and the top stretches over the beginning baby belly that’s starting to show. Flip flops on her feet give a tattooed warning of her arrival, as she approaches the shrine.
[Mama Ankle-Biter] They stand in the penumbra of the caern grounds, a multitude of shrines dedicated to various totems and packs, some have fallen into decay and disuse as packs have disbanded and died off… among those left is the one for the Moonrunners’ totem. Hummingbird has grown recently, becoming more than just a singular creature, it is now a family – a Glittering Charm. Marni has been keeping up with it, the umbral gardens glisten with plant life, the spirits of the flora and fauna blooming with the very breath of the Wyld in this little piece of serenity.
Ankle-Biter gathers with the others, looking about at the spirits that are starting to nestle into the spiritual essence of the flowers that are a reflection of their mortal counterparts on the other side. She settles in her wolf form, all black and gray speckled fur, clean for once. She sits idly by, watching Marni and Karl, waiting for Faith. She does not command the presence of a station within, merely waits quietly like a den mother over her cubs.
[Faith Brooks] She had her sleep. Finally. Somehow. She’s not anywhere near as drag-ass as she was earlier. And when she wanders up, it’s with fascination in her eyes looking at all the movement.
She pads close behind Mama, though they didn’t quite arrive together. Just close in timing. She cocks her head a bit, watching the grouping of creatures flutter about. She sits down, eyes going to each of the others then and waits quietly.
[Karl Holds the Line] Karl is there. He is wearing his war form and crouching in the middle of the garden. The Charm flutters about him, buzzing and their wings beating in a low thrum that makes his fur shift as if under a wind.
He waits in silence for the others to join in the shrine. Once they are there he turns to Faith, looking at the diminutive theurge.
~Are you ready to embrace the Charm Sings-to-spirit-spiders?”
The charm seems to grow in numbers and strength, all the shifting, colorful and flashing birds seeming to focus on Faith.
[Mama Ankle-Biter] She sits idly by, quiet and waiting, an ear flicks back on her head, tilting it to the side as she looks to Faith, and then back to the others.
[Marni] Marni, still homid, settles near Mama, fingers reaching out to brush through her fur, ruffling fondly before she settles to sit, listening, watching.
This is Karl’s show, as Alpha, and Faith’s time to shine, to join with the Charm.
[Faith Brooks] Her eyes go over to Mama, then Marni, and then she stands up and pads forward, eyeing the big war form that is Karl. Ears perk up and she fluffs a little, her tail flicking into a low wag.
~I am ready~
[Victor Oseragighte] Victor was there all along. Of course! He would hardly miss this! He’s just so quiet it’s easy to overlook him. He is wearing the new plugs Faith got him, the only thing new about his wardrobe really.
[Mama Ankle-Biter] The small Gnawer straightens up, her tail tucked down, pressing into the inner thigh of her hind leg, she extends her head out, muzzle raised to the sky as she begins to howl. A loud haunting sound that erupts from the Theurge’s throat, commanding in its pitch as it caresses over the ears of those Moonrunners that are present, and further still, as it demands the Spirits in the area to pay attention; the Charm beckons to Ankle-Biter’s summoning.
The umbral reflection of the garden around them grows still, not even the barest whisper of a spirit is uttered as they seem to hold their very breathes in anticipation. Tiny strobes of light appear, pulsating in vibrant shades of colors, like an iridescent rainbow to the rapid heartbeat of small wings. They materialize – the Charm – twinkling like stars in a twilight sky, it reminds Faith of the flashing lights she might see at a rave.
At the head of the large band of hummingbirds is the original. The matron of the Charm as it was, the very first hummingbird that the pack had summoned. Its cerulean body shimmering brightly, the tiny blue bulbs that juts out from it like tiny specks of light shine. It hovers near the Theurge that called them, the other hummingbirds that appear taking on different characteristics and looks of their realistic counterparts. They float above the pack, swaying on invisible air currents as if they were riding waves.
[Karl Holds the Line] Faith voices her acceptance and Karl raises his muzzle to the sky, joining in with Mama’s howl to their spirit patron. The massive war-form slowly lifts from the ground to float up and into the swarm that hovers above them. Dozens of the tiny forms dart in and out through his fur, circling the massive Fenrir like beacons through his midnight fur.
He extends his spriit and his mind tow elcome the newest hummingbird to the flock.
[Marni] It is now that she finally shifts. Mama howl, Karl howl,s and soon enough, after a slow easy shift to her lupine form, she lifts her head, her nose to the sky, and howls her welcome and dedication to the Charm above…
As she does so, she too extends her welcome to the newest packmember, her dedication to those she has chosen to follow, work with, fight along side clear in every undulating note of her howling song…
[Victor Oseragighte] Silent before, he isn’t now as he shifts, the tips of his ears a pale silver on this night. He takes the war-form and raises his heavy head, his howl rising to the heavens he so loved to soar with those of his packmates, to welcome their newest sister.
[Faith Brooks] She turns to glance at each of them, and the movement of the Charm. Ears dance up and down at so much movement. She lowers down onto her belly as they each take their turns in howl and welcoming, her tail curling up and around on her side.
She closes her eyes and opens herself, welcoming it with every part of her being. Opens herself to the sharing they’ve all shown her. The dedication and the trust. She pushes back up into sitting position, her nose turning upwards to join with them, and give her dedication over to the pack and totem through her howl.
[Mama Ankle-Biter] The howls raise in chorus, joined by each member as the Charm of hummingbirds begins to swarm around the tiny Glass Walker, they buzz past her ears, hover in front of her face, their wings tickling her nose and they dance through her fur. She can feel their wings beating wildly in her ears, mimicking the pulse of her heartbeat. They flood her thoughts, their tiny beaks poking and prodding into her fur with their lance-like beaks, taking of the Glass Walker her spiritual essence.
She can feel her mind open up to the totem bond that the other four garou share. They fill her mind and she becomes a part of the collective conscious that is now the Glittering Charm.
[Marni] WHen the link clicks in, and the bond is completely, only then does Marni quiet down, and settle to her haunches. Well – relatively quiet, as her belly is rumbling again, complaining that it’s been almost a whole 20 minutes since she last ate. Unsurprisingly, the parts of the Charm that are nearest her, are often distracted by the sweet nectar awaiting them in the garden, swarming about her, then darting off to get a treat, before returning again.
[Karl Holds the Line] Karl closes his eyes as he feels Faith join them with the totem link. Feel her strength shared with their totem and with them, making the Charm grow stronger. There is a deep sense of the Rotagar in that bond. Open, brutally honest. He is happy to have her there with them. She can feel it. Then it fades to nestle in the back of her mind and Karl the Fenrir is now a part of her, as she is of him.
Once it is done, Karl flies upwards into the sky together with dozens of the Charm, darting with them and spinning in the air as if playing, and in truth, he is doing just that, riding the exaltation of their totem about their newest member.
((and with that, I am out. Jaw hurting, and need sleep terribly. Nite nite!))
[Victor Oseragighte] His voice fades last, even though he’s already lowered his muzzle, as if the wind itself could not quite bear to release the sound immediately. The Wendigo reclaims his birth form and lifts away from the earth, floating lightly as he zips forward, whisking over the garden and about his pack, past the individual glittering birds that made up their patron.
[Faith Brooks] Her ears twitch with all the movement, the small creatures taking of her. But her eyes are alight with excitement. Puppy-like as the the happy and often light-hearded looks her homid form shows often.
She bounces to all fours, tail starting in it’s happy wagging again. She pads over to Mama first, head nuzzling at her, and again to Marni. Bounding circles around each of them.
Her ears stay perked, and her head almost comically as she feels the others within. It’s something new, something different. And she’s very excitable about it. She watches Victor and his zipping around, and Karl. Nose turning and starts sniffing at the air, as she sits back down, watching them.
((Past my bedtime folks :) ty soooooo much!))
[Mama Ankle-Biter] Her voice dies away, the howl drowned out by the others. She leaning her body forward into a long stretch of short limbs as she watches them. The small Gnawer shakes out her fur, yawning and snorting quietly as Faith bounds over to her and nuzzles up against her. She turns her head on Marni, flicking an ear and smirking, her tail wagging as she moves to brush up against the other Gnawer affectionately, nipping playfully at Marni’s muzzle before washing her tongue across her face.
[Marni] (looks like a good place to fade here, ya’ll. Thanks!)