[Morgeruat]

This is the thread for the WereWolf side of the White Wolf game.

A grand moot was called by a Child of Gaia Elder, he was an aged theurge, who spent much of his time in the glabro form, but even in that skin he was only average size for a human. Several elders came to the foothills of Boise Idaho, of the 13 tribes there were representatives from eight, a large gathering in werewolf terms.

Each elder brought a promising young cub, someone who had impressed their sept, but was not eligible for a Caern position, due to youth, inexperience, or lack of Rank, and so the eight elders met howling to the night sky, singing to the great Luna, the spirit of the moon.

The cubs understood a little of what was going on, the red star approached nearer in the Umbra (spirit world), and the Apocalypse was near at hand. They spent several hours of the night discussing their rites of passage, and how they had been inducted into the world of the supernatural. among the cubs are Darious MacDowel, a Stargazer, he and the Elder that brought him were some of the few to remain in the west, many had withdrawn, and joined with the Henjeokai, the asian shifters that worked well with their cousins (unlike the werewolves who tended to tear their non-wolf cousins apart when they met). Representing the Uktena was Martin SoaringEagle, he seemed to take in every word, and spoke little himself, he had introduced himself as a theurge, the seers and magicians of the Garou.

Next was Eric the Blacktooth, a Get of Fenris, Ahroun. He sat in his lupus form, nearly four feet tall at the shoulder, he spoke the garou tongue or wolfspeak if he spoke at all. From the Shadowlords, was George Fritz, a Ragabash, he listened as well as Martin SoaringEagle, but his eyes reflected cunning, not insight. Two werewolves appeared at ease with their human forms, and rather less than easy with those in wolf form, the first was Lucy Digs for trash, a Bonegnawer Ragabash, who smelled like she had earned her name many times over since she last bathed, she wore a thin tattered coat over a thin T-shirt, and ragged looking jeans.

The other city dweller, looked quite the oposite, Zorana Caynus, Glasswalker Philodox, obviously a well off woman from her bearing and clothes, but she moves like a stalking cat, well trained and deadly if underestimated, few make that mistake, and even fewer can walk afterwards. She listened to the goings on with a mix of excitement and fear.

Representing the Silent Striders was Speaks till Dawn, a Galliard known for his longwinded speaches. He looked at ease, and unbothered by the goings on and was cheerfully swapping stories with the other werewolves, he is also completely without hair, a deformity he contributes to his metis heritage, but he knows more werewolf lore than most Garou forget due to him being raised in the society of werewolves, He has a large sword on his back, and it is carefully bound to it's leather sheath, the hilt is much larger than a normal man would be able to wield effectively, but in Crinos or Glabro (1/2man and 3/4 man forms respectively) it would stop being unwieldy and become a deadly instrument of destruction. The assembled werewolves can sense the uncomfortable metal, Silver.