Post by Will S on Oct 18, 2009 23:37:24 GMT -8
The Bastet,
Nine Tribes of Twilight
The night approaching
To stand or fall
No
The night is here.
The Garou can not see
Luna bathed in blood
The pin jerked in Silverthorn's hand causing a line of ink to scroll off the page. he knew the end was here.
He thought in quiet contemplation. Secrets stolen, learned or what ever you called it.
Secrets do no good kept to ones self. it is the end of times. Perhaps those can be shared with some.
Silverthorn sat in homid. He called out in Bastet.
"King of Cats"
"I fallow you down this path. I enjoy the adventure and the life it gives me. I have tried to work with the garou to improve the bitter past all shifters share. "
"I have been banished by the foolish dogs.
I can not help them any more. I have taken there aspuce and aligned with Seline. I have looked for our Folk. I can not find them. what have I misted. Have they found the secret to restoring Cahlash to his former self. "
Silverthorn shifted into chrinose in the small apartment. His weight broke the chair and pushed the table away but just as it was about to fly away his huge arms came down shattering the table.
"WHY HAVE I BEEN FORGOTTEN BY MY PEOPLE!"
The large were-cat was on his knees now looking up to the heavens. He realized he had shifted and caused a ruckus. he shifted back to homid and started picking up the broken table.
( on a side note. I keep getting the everything is ok with the bastet. I need more substance from the bastet. I highly dout the bastet are just slacking and not caring that the end is here. this is pointed out to the STs. If the ST's want to reply feel free.)
Nine Tribes of Twilight
The night approaching
To stand or fall
No
The night is here.
The Garou can not see
Luna bathed in blood
The pin jerked in Silverthorn's hand causing a line of ink to scroll off the page. he knew the end was here.
He thought in quiet contemplation. Secrets stolen, learned or what ever you called it.
Secrets do no good kept to ones self. it is the end of times. Perhaps those can be shared with some.
Silverthorn sat in homid. He called out in Bastet.
"King of Cats"
"I fallow you down this path. I enjoy the adventure and the life it gives me. I have tried to work with the garou to improve the bitter past all shifters share. "
"I have been banished by the foolish dogs.
I can not help them any more. I have taken there aspuce and aligned with Seline. I have looked for our Folk. I can not find them. what have I misted. Have they found the secret to restoring Cahlash to his former self. "
Silverthorn shifted into chrinose in the small apartment. His weight broke the chair and pushed the table away but just as it was about to fly away his huge arms came down shattering the table.
"WHY HAVE I BEEN FORGOTTEN BY MY PEOPLE!"
The large were-cat was on his knees now looking up to the heavens. He realized he had shifted and caused a ruckus. he shifted back to homid and started picking up the broken table.
( on a side note. I keep getting the everything is ok with the bastet. I need more substance from the bastet. I highly dout the bastet are just slacking and not caring that the end is here. this is pointed out to the STs. If the ST's want to reply feel free.)