Post by Will S on Dec 27, 2009 21:31:22 GMT -8
Zephyrus sat there by the stream. The crisp cold air biting his skin. He was in homid as he didn't have the long hair to keep him warm in the winter. The water trickled past on its way to the ocean. he had cleared the debris and trash. He calmed himself sitting cross legged on a nice bench of rocks he had prepared to sit on. the human looked deeply into the water letting it loosen his mental state into the here and now. his shape slowly started to fade out he slipped into the umbra on his stone. the stream spirits still before him he began to mediated regaining the large amount of gnosis he had lost healing others and preparing tallens. he had thought hard about what the Macole had said. the garou needed to grow. How much had they learned from there defeat. Had they learned to prepare what would there new totem be. War was now strange to them, odd for a garou, but not all are made for war, some are built by it, but it was an acceptable war fed by the wyrm. That war had its place, But hopefully the war of rage that the makole had shared with the pack had been a harsh reminder that the garou had large hurtles to overcome before peace would come to all changing breeds.