Post by BadWolf on Feb 12, 2016 23:56:59 GMT
A loud, deep, beautiful howl will invite everyone to gather in the Caern Heart minutes before sunset.
thewanderlust-wta.freeforums.net/thread/46/caern-heart
Oscar, in his huge red lupus form is standing on top of the stone in the very middle of the room. Still and proud like a statue he waits patiently until every last of Sept Garou and Kinfolk are present. Earlier that day, you could see him and Dagwood walking the borders, new faces replacing the Warders: Garou from both Sept of the Setting Sun and Seattle HQ Sept.
People started arriving. The Warders pack took place near the entrance.
Drake along with Raine stood by the wall in the back. He wears a white button up shirt today and black jeans, his hair in a man bun.
Helen arrives shortly after the couple, standing close to them.. and oh my god..she is wearing a dress, her long fire red hair free.
Oscar keep standing still. Waiting. He only makes a step when everyone is there, glimpse and nod towards Cerridwen and any Galliard is in the room then stomp his paw down on the rock. It is not loud, but anyway should catch your attention.
The big red wolf muzzle raises up, he takes a big breath then send the howl that just dig it's way towards the hearts of everyone in the Caern, if not in the whole Sept. You can not be sure if there are words, the Fianna voice is melting in harmony turning the words into images, images into emotions. Even the Kinfolks can feel it, understand it somehow, even those who don't know the language. The howl is long, making Oscar take more then couple of breaths to keep it going. In the melody of the wild, you can feel the greeting, his full introduction, the gratitude of your presence and announcing of the Moot start. It goes deep and low, almost mourning after that, and the feel of something passing away, meaning the past of the Sept, before the howl gathers in strength and joy once again in the note of the Caern Rising and gaining the great Diarmuid as it's protector. At the third breath, the Howl seems to strike everyone in a different way. It is not pleasant, nor sad, no joy or anger.. but everyone can feel the deeds and the failures that had happen until now. With every second it passes you can feel the air changing, the nature and green on the cave's walls seems to glimmer, gain life, awaken slowly.
Oscar stomps once again. His eyes finding Silent Alarm and nods before raising his head up again, and sing one of the most sad howls you ever heard. Again, it's not words, it's pure emotion in sound. It's grief, for the dying wild, mournful song for the constantly reducing numbers of the wolf kin. The howl just slowly dies in the throat of the Fianna.
He stomps again. He takes a long look, to include every single person in the room in it, before raising his muzzle once again. This time tho, it is not as melodic as before. It is stern, clear and solid. The words are crystal clear this time, and echo in each of the Sept members ears and mind.
"Garou Shall Not Mate With Garou."
"Combat The Wyrm Wherever It Dwells and Whenever It Breeds."
"Respect The Territory of Another."
"Accept an Honorable Surrender."
"Submission to Those of Higher Station."
"The first Share of the Kill for the Greatest In Station."
"Ye Shall Not Eat the Flesh of Humans."
"Respect for Those Beneath Ye: All Are of Gaia."
"The Veil Shall Not be Lifted."
"Do Not Suffer Thy People to Tend Thy Sickness."
"The Leader May Be Challenged at Any Time During Peace."
"The Leader May Not Be Challenged During Wartime."
"Ye Shall Take No Action That Causes a Caern to Be Violated."
The howl echoes through the room then dies.
thewanderlust-wta.freeforums.net/thread/46/caern-heart
Oscar, in his huge red lupus form is standing on top of the stone in the very middle of the room. Still and proud like a statue he waits patiently until every last of Sept Garou and Kinfolk are present. Earlier that day, you could see him and Dagwood walking the borders, new faces replacing the Warders: Garou from both Sept of the Setting Sun and Seattle HQ Sept.
People started arriving. The Warders pack took place near the entrance.
Drake along with Raine stood by the wall in the back. He wears a white button up shirt today and black jeans, his hair in a man bun.
Helen arrives shortly after the couple, standing close to them.. and oh my god..she is wearing a dress, her long fire red hair free.
Oscar keep standing still. Waiting. He only makes a step when everyone is there, glimpse and nod towards Cerridwen and any Galliard is in the room then stomp his paw down on the rock. It is not loud, but anyway should catch your attention.
The big red wolf muzzle raises up, he takes a big breath then send the howl that just dig it's way towards the hearts of everyone in the Caern, if not in the whole Sept. You can not be sure if there are words, the Fianna voice is melting in harmony turning the words into images, images into emotions. Even the Kinfolks can feel it, understand it somehow, even those who don't know the language. The howl is long, making Oscar take more then couple of breaths to keep it going. In the melody of the wild, you can feel the greeting, his full introduction, the gratitude of your presence and announcing of the Moot start. It goes deep and low, almost mourning after that, and the feel of something passing away, meaning the past of the Sept, before the howl gathers in strength and joy once again in the note of the Caern Rising and gaining the great Diarmuid as it's protector. At the third breath, the Howl seems to strike everyone in a different way. It is not pleasant, nor sad, no joy or anger.. but everyone can feel the deeds and the failures that had happen until now. With every second it passes you can feel the air changing, the nature and green on the cave's walls seems to glimmer, gain life, awaken slowly.
Oscar stomps once again. His eyes finding Silent Alarm and nods before raising his head up again, and sing one of the most sad howls you ever heard. Again, it's not words, it's pure emotion in sound. It's grief, for the dying wild, mournful song for the constantly reducing numbers of the wolf kin. The howl just slowly dies in the throat of the Fianna.
He stomps again. He takes a long look, to include every single person in the room in it, before raising his muzzle once again. This time tho, it is not as melodic as before. It is stern, clear and solid. The words are crystal clear this time, and echo in each of the Sept members ears and mind.
"Garou Shall Not Mate With Garou."
"Combat The Wyrm Wherever It Dwells and Whenever It Breeds."
"Respect The Territory of Another."
"Accept an Honorable Surrender."
"Submission to Those of Higher Station."
"The first Share of the Kill for the Greatest In Station."
"Ye Shall Not Eat the Flesh of Humans."
"Respect for Those Beneath Ye: All Are of Gaia."
"The Veil Shall Not be Lifted."
"Do Not Suffer Thy People to Tend Thy Sickness."
"The Leader May Be Challenged at Any Time During Peace."
"The Leader May Not Be Challenged During Wartime."
"Ye Shall Take No Action That Causes a Caern to Be Violated."
The howl echoes through the room then dies.