Post by Sarah on Oct 24, 2013 21:54:33 GMT -8
The moonlight dances between the branches and trunks of the trees. The tension in the air belies the peacefulness of the scene on both sides of the gauntlet. Small animals dash from place to place trying to hide and stay out of sight. The larger animals have already left the area taking the game that the garou hunt to further regions. The spirits on the other side are even worse, concealing themselves if they can’t leave or going off the bawn if they can.
The protectors of the Sept of Endless Paths find themselves tense and nervous. It’s something that has slowly crept up their backs ruffling their fur and setting them on edge, though not against one another. The feeling is familiar to them, it is the calm just before a savage battle.
Those that have been there the longest realizes that they haven’t seen Sabertooth in a while. The place where the graceful cat normally watches over her domain are curiously vacant. Those other more hidden places where she plays her deadly games are decidedly too quiet.
The only comfort that they have had has been the familiar but changed form of Llue. The large spread of antlers atop his head lends him a certain level of nobility. A stag’s head torc wraps around his neck, the tattoos that decorate his torso are ever more apparent with the mantle that graces his shoulders pushed back and out of his way, a bow at the ready in his hands.
The protectors of the Sept of Endless Paths find themselves tense and nervous. It’s something that has slowly crept up their backs ruffling their fur and setting them on edge, though not against one another. The feeling is familiar to them, it is the calm just before a savage battle.
Those that have been there the longest realizes that they haven’t seen Sabertooth in a while. The place where the graceful cat normally watches over her domain are curiously vacant. Those other more hidden places where she plays her deadly games are decidedly too quiet.
The only comfort that they have had has been the familiar but changed form of Llue. The large spread of antlers atop his head lends him a certain level of nobility. A stag’s head torc wraps around his neck, the tattoos that decorate his torso are ever more apparent with the mantle that graces his shoulders pushed back and out of his way, a bow at the ready in his hands.