September 27, 2004
.09.27.04. - september moot [summary]

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(opening howl)

(decker)
The Modi stands with his pack. His howl is a discordant, rough thing, full of the barren spaces of northern fjords, southern salt-shores. Even after the howl is finished, he stands with the Eagles, white shoulder-ruff ruffled by the perpetual lake wind to show the dull, downy undercoat, greyfurred arms folded across his greyfurred chest. The stark blaze of white down the center is bisected by a thin blade-scar stretching from side to side: his one and only scar, a lesson well learnt.

The Galliard stands with his pack and family. Cousins and aunts: blood of the falcon. And being Silver Fang, his howl is pure and proud, with notes of arrogance and bloodborne nobility that only wolves would hear.

To humans, they would all just be howling.


(james)
beneath the face of September's Full Harvest Moon - four Full Blood's stand as Eagle's chosen

Silence.
Caidanieve.
Drums on Skulls.
Truth in Frenzy.

were it not for the brand beneath the fur on each chest
they could not appear more different if they tried
three born beneath the very same moon in the sky
fourth the lone balance of black moon's tricks to Ahroun's inherant war
stormy grey Modi bearing chords of the far North's chilled steel
mottled serpent-wolf Walker's song as affluently sleek as it is viciously fatal
ragged Bone Gnawer's song a battle cry from the lowest reaches of the gutter
joined in shaded harmony by the young Rotagar's full-throated voice

James stands with his pack, and his pack stands as equals before the rest
unbroken by rank, moon, tribe, or membership in the Elder's Council
Eagle's Chosen forming an impenetrable shield even at this time of Sept's peaceful unity
proud. defiant. fiercely loyal - they are Gaia's weapon in this scabworld war... and it shows
raggedyman's warform anthem a rugged sound echoing into the night

its tone jagged as the black/brown pattern of his jackal-blooded pelt
wildly free as perpetual dreads still hanging mantle across broad shoulders
dangerous as the primal fires that burn latent volcano in the depths of Rage-filled heart

to humans, they would all just be howling
to Garou, it is nothing short of inspiring

((*bows and scrapes for stealing Damon's line*))

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Posted by james at September 27, 2004 12:00 AM