The fire rises and a large face appears. It's the same fire spirit we defeated during our Rite of Passage. He spoke "I am pleased with all your sacrifices" SCORE for me! He said all the fires in the area will stop and disappeared.
I won't get into to many details, but Indu has a couple legs on the way, and I get to go work on the Farm with Jeb for 2 weeks. I was told to stay in homid so I wouldn't be breaking any Litany rules.
I'm excited to get back to work!
Going Down On the Farm- 7/15/2013
Jeb gets Face First up well before dawn. "BoyI hear you are mine for the next two weeks. This ain't gonna be no walk in the park. Now git yer ass up and lets get movin'. I got cows that need to be fed, a stable that needs to be mucked and then we are gonna get that still put back together." Jeb doesn't wait for a response, he just turns and walks outside heading toward the barn.
Face First gets up smiling as he is reminded of his childhood. Something about being yelled at constantly always seems to perk his spirits. He sits up in bed recalling the events the night before. He thinks to himself "Indu is so nice to have seen his overwhelming respect for her to reward him with working with some kinfolk!" He rushes to put on some clothes and steps out into the dark new day looking for Jeb.
Jeb puts Face First to work with clear instructions on what he wants done. The list of chores includes: Feeding the cows- Feed in the Tack room. Cup for measuring the food is in the gain bin. No more no less than the two level scoops. One feed pan for each cow. After the cattle have been given feed the tack room is to be cleaned. Everything is to be taken out. The leather cleaned with saddle soap. The sacks of feed are getting low and more should be brought down from the hay loft. (Jeb will remind Face First not to break his fool neck toting bags of feed down the ladder) After the tack room is cleaned the cows are to be let out of the barn into the fenced pasture. Then the stables are to be mucked. There is a manure pile out back and to the side of the pasture area. Once the mucking is done, lay fresh saw dust down on the barn floor and then a thick layer of fluffed hay.
Jeb walks out of the barn and calls back over his shoulder with the sun just peeking over the horizon beyond, "I'll be back to git you fer lunch, boy. Have it done by then 'cause yer list is just gonna get longer if you don't."
Face First starts work. Luckily, remembering all the instructions was an easy enough task for him.
Feeding the cows: He walks around the barn looking for a room called "Tack". Nothing... That won't deter him. Face First can adapt and overcome. He looks around for some cattle feed and finds the grain bin. "This must be the Tack room." He proceeds to etch the words "Tack Room" in big bold letters above the entrance. "At least now, no one else will be confused." he says to himself. He looks for the cup in the grain bin. It's not there. "How much do cows eat?" He peeks outside looking and listening to see if anyone is around... There is a boy about 12 years old looking after a particular cow. Over the stall are 4-H ribbons.
The tack room is about 15 foot by 10 foot with a large wooden bin about 5 foot long, 3 ft high and 3 ft deep. There are harnesses, bridles, and a few tools hanging on hooks on the wall, a large tool box in one corner and three grain sacks on the floor. The measuring cup is hanging on a peg above the grain bin and there is a stack of galvanized metal buckets and another stack of black plastic round food pans just inside the door. The food bins have bits of crusty grain inside.
"... There's a little boy. Well, there goes the idea of changing to my breed form and dumping the whole grain bin into the cow pen." He heads back into the Tack room smiling as he passes the etched name above the door. He notices a cup above the grain bin and decided that might be the measuring cup Jeb was talking about. He fills up a few feed pans, 2 level scoops each, and carries them out to the cows. Task 1 done! This is fun!
Cleaning the Tack Room: Of course the first thing to do is take everything out. Saddles, helmets, horse feed bags, the grain bin, tools and sacks of grain. He picks up a broom and set out to clean all the cobwebs. "Start from the top down" his mother used to say. He sweeps everything into a pile and then looks around to find a trash can. "hmmm. . . Jeb sure isn't clear on his directions." Face First starts bringing everything back in one by one. Before he brings in the grain bin, he sweeps the dirt pile under the location of the grain bin, then sets the bin on top of the pile.
Sacks of Feed: Face First climbs the ladder and inspiration hits him. He throws down bag after bag of feed. Only a couple broke at first until it provided enough cushion to support the rest comming down. "How much do I bring?... I guess I'll just fill up the bin" He climbs down the ladder and picks up a few bags and places the bags in the grain bin. Little trails of feed can be seen from the bottom of the ladder all the way to the feed bin.
Cleaning the Saddles: "Where's that saddle soap?" Adapt and overcome Tnegraes! He saw a movie on spit shining leather and decided now's a better time than any. He pulls a cloth he found while cleaning the room and sets to spitting all over the leather. They shines up niceley, but time is going by faster than he thought. He get's about halfway done and decideds that the cows need to go out.
Taking the cows out of the barn: Face First opens up the barn door and starts pushing all the cows out. Nothings happening... Not a single cow moved. He moves to the back of the herd, kneels down below all the cows and changes to lupus. He then bites one of the cows in the rump, taking a small chunk and it moos barrelling into the cow in front of it. Face First quickly changes back to homid and watches as all the cows start running into the pasture. "Look at that" Face First thinks "I got them all in the pasture and grabbed breakfast at the same time"
Cleaning the stables: Deciding this is the easiest, he grabs a shovel and pail and starts piling all the muck into the bucket. He spots a pile of crap on the side of the barn and starts piling it up there. He comes back, sees the sawdust and shovels some onto the ground. "Easy enough". He then grabs a bale of hay and slams it with all his might on the ground. It bursts open and sprays the entire area with hay. Still having a rather large pile in the middle, he picks it up and throws it up above his head hitting the ceiling before seperating again and raining down hay. Job done! Jeb is going to love this!
The young boy perches on a stall rail to watch the goings on. He doesn't speak, just watches with his legs swinging lazily. The boy watches as the sacks of grain are tossed from above and the leather is spit polished and still keeps quiet. He smirks watching as Face First struggles with getting the cattle out of the barn and gets vary wide eyed as one of the steers goes running past leaving a trail of blood on it's way out the door. Having seen enough the boy hops down and goes into the tack room. He gathers up liniment and the vet first aid bag and goes to tend the injured cow. Once the steer is no calmed, cleaned and treated with antibiotic ointment, the boy heads off to speak with Jeb.
Jeb's face is shinning with anger as he comes back to the cows. He inspects the bitten cow and finds the bite mark without any trouble. He strides into the barn and glares at Face First, "Git the HELL Out! NOW!" The old man takes a breath then points toward the Cairn. "Liam and Connor can deal with you now, boy." Jeb strides off cussing and grumbling.
Face First runs after Uncle Jeb. "Wait Uncle Jeb!! I apologize to the people of the farm. My behavior has been improper and I accept the consequences. I ask my fellow kinfolk for their patience and understanding. Life here can be difficult for me. After all, I am the only one of my kind. You deserve better from me. I can be better. I will be better. With the right training I coulda been great! You don't understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am, let's face it..." Face First lays all his TV knowledge to the situation with intense feeling and emotion!
Jeb continues walking as Face First keeps talking. He doesn't speak. The more Face First talks the darker red Jeb's face gets. He reaches his house and goes inside closing the door behind him.
Face First follows Uncle Jeb to the house. Uncle Jeb is quiet and looking a bit like a lobster by the time they reach the house. Walking closely behind Uncle Jeb they reach the door and Face First gets the door shut in the face making his nose bleed momentarily. Face First picks up the welcome mat and wipes the blood off his nose. He sets it down carefully back in it's exact place as if undisturbed and ponders for a moment, then speaks up "Uncle Jeb, does that mean I can stay? I like helping, it's fun. Just stay inside if it's ok for me to stay and I'll understand. . . Also, you mentioned something about lunch earlier."
Face First hears the sound of a riffle having a round chambered. The door opens with Jeb pointing the gun at Face First. "Boy, you head back to the Cairn or I'll send you there the hard way." A hint of a smirk appears on Face Firsts face. Today was turning out just like his childhood! However, I don't believe Uncle Jeb has the same durability that his ability required to put up an adaquate fight. "ok, ok, I'm going." he turns and walks back to the Caern. As he passes the little boy he sticks his tongue out and gives the little boy a rasberry. He's gotta go talk to Liam now. Perhaps he'll stop by Indu's to see how she's been doing this morning first.
Face First walks by Indu's house, or what passes as one in this area."Miss Indu!?! Are you around? How's the new leg? Has it come yet?" There's no answer from Indu and the house appears as if no one is home.
Face First starts looking around the Bawn for Erin and that Gay licking fellow.Both Erin and McIntyre are likely not too hard to find at some point throughout the day. Undoubtedly they would be sharing a few drinks, kicking back by one of the storage areas of the Bawn. On Face First's approach, McIntyre had just been seen turning to scowl at the air to his side, seeming to growl at it in his Homid form. "Shut up, Horny." When he saw the approach of the Metis, he elbow-nudged Erin and got her attention to the arrival of the other. "Oy, ah see Miss Indu 'asn't killed ya yet. 'at's a good sign, ey?"
Upon closer inspection, Face First had blood around his mouth, reeks of cow shit, and is covered with pieces of hay..."Mind if I get one?" Asking as politely as he can for a little bit of drink.
Before Erin could speak up, he grinned poured a double-shot of Single Malt Highland Scotch for Face First. As he saw it, it was obvious given the smell that he'd had his nose to the grindstone, perhaps literally noticing the blood. It would be entirely inhospitable to not offer something to him. He held the glass out to the Metis, the scent of heather smoked scotch wafting through the air, along with the collection of other scents from Erin and McIntyre - most notably a menagerie of alcoholic scents. "Boyo', ye smell like ye've been doin' some... well. Shit work. Good thing fer ya. Helps one to appreciate all that Gaia offers, wouldn't ye agree?" The grin remained on his face as he waited for Face First to take the double-shot.
Erin was leaning over a cloth covered lump. It was a good sized lump, but she was pulling off the tarps and covering. One such time the lass was bent over, her ass in the air when her pack mate elbowed it, causing her to unbalance and sprawl over the lump. Standing back up she pushed her deep red hair out of her eyes and growled "Hey there ya bleedin' moron. I dun wanna scratch this. Wha' in th' hell are ya elbowin' me fer?" The Galliard finally turned around, the last tarp in her hand, ripping it off to reveal a very sweet looking deep green 2004 Kawasaki Prairie. The ATV looked almost brand new. Her eyes looked to both the male and she snorted and wrinkled her nose. "Well, Boyo', wha' th' hell have ya gotten yerself in ta now? Ya smell like ya met th' north end o' a south bound skunk" She turned back around to the ATV and stroked it lovingly a sad look crossing her face. Before slipping onto it, straddling it. With a twist and turn she started the thing up with a bit of sputter. It roared to life and she smiled.
Face First looks at the ATV and smiles "Well, Uncle Jeb didn't seem to like the job I did helping him out on the farm, athough I don't understand why" Face First tells them the story of his tasks and his perceived cleverness at completing each job, followed by Uncle Jebs uncalled for reaction. "So now I'm preparing to go see Liam shortly, but wanted a little bit of a break. You guys seem to get me... at least a little bit."
McIntyre "Rends the Defiler with Drunken Claws" took a moment after listening to the story Face First had told before he seemed satisfied with his understanding of what had taken place. Try as he may, he couldn't find anything specifically wrong with what he'd done, but then, he wasn't the most profound thinker the Garou nation had ever seen. After offering a bit of a shrug to the Metis, he spoke plainly. "Well laddie, this is as good'a place as any ta catch a bit o' rest and relaxing. From what ye've told me, I can't say that I saw anything wrong with the job ye did. But if Jeb has issue with it, maybe the man's got his reasons? I'd be willin' ta bet he just hadn't had the proper start ta' the marnin'."
When he spoke of the proper start to the morning, McIntyre motioned to the bottle that he'd poured the drink for Face First from, giving a knowing grin. "But eh. At least yer doin' somethin' to earn yer keep. S'more than some can say, ain't it laddie?"
Erin glanced at the two of them and rev'd the engine on the ATV. She listened thoughtfully and then shook her head. "Well, if'n ya made Grandda mad at ya, ya better be makin' yer apologies, boyo. An' if'n ya need ta see Uncle Liam, better come on. We'll head up ther'. Th' sooner th' better with Da and Liam. Ya don't need th' kinfolk angry wit' ya, lad." She jerked her head and motioned to the rear of vehicle. "Ya like it? Hop on, it was me brother, Neil's. When he died, Malachi had it, an' now, well .... it's me own."
There wasn't a moment's hesitation as the daredevil Ahroun found himself leaping at the chance to hop aboard. Once he found a comfortable seat on the back of the ATV, he glanced over at Face First and grinned before turning back to his alpha. "I don't know a thing about it yet, but if it moves fast, ah'll like it just fine. Do tell me it goes fast, right?"McIntyre sat on the back end, happily holding his position there as he waited, albeit impatiently for motion to spark. Face First pouts a bit as he never gets to use forward motion weaver tech. He shrugs it off and turns into Lupus to run along side them.
The Fianna smiled at the metis and then spoke to her beta, "Hold on ta me waist, wolf." With that she gunned it, turning the wheel and heading down a small game path. She was reckless as she flew down the trail bumping along, and making a few nice jumps. She slowed down for a bend in the pathway. This would go on for a few minutes as she tried her best to scare her Ahroun out of his mind. It didn't take long for them to reach the large farm house. To which she pulled up to the house and cut the engine, letting out a howl for her uncle. She slipped off the atv and patted it. Perhaps she should get that thing awakened... an ATV in the umbra that would be down right fun."Uncle Liam!!! Th' mule pissed off Grandda. He needs yer help"
The Ahroun never found himself even remotely scared - which was either brave and carefree, or possibly foolhardy. Maybe all three at the same time. But as he held on to Erin's waist, he found himself hooting and hollering as the ATV made its way along the trail. Finally when it had come to a stop, he hopped off after his alpha had, almost dropping into a sulky look for a moment. The adrenaline hadn't left his system and he hadn't wanted to stop. Turning to wait for the Metis to catch up, when finally he did, McIntyre said, "Boyo, you're gonna need to catch th' next ride on that thing wi' Erin. That was every bit as much fun as anythin' ah've ever done before."
Connor comes out of the house only wearing a pair of jeans. The scars that riddle his body are numerous and strech for all the skin that you can see. His red hair tousled in every direction, he squints at the three with a foul mood on his face. "What is it that you rouse me for? What has the metis done now?"
Erin blinked in surprise to see her father answer the summons. Then her face lit up like a christmas tree. "Well good mornin' ta ya, Da. Ya look like hell. Ya shoulda joined th' party I had last night wit' McIntyre. Then ya migh' na look like th' wrong side o' th' Gaffney Peach, turd included."
The Ahroun swallowed a bit, feeling that another beating was in his near future. As he watched the scarred man come walking out, he took note of the number of scars that he had, a respect for the Adren welling up within him as only another Ahroun could feel. But still, he had a task ahead of him. "Aye, ye should'a been there. Er. Well, maybe not. Ye've been very busy, ah understand. Wouldn't want to take away from yer sleep with a few hours'a drinkin' an... well, other things."
Snaping is eyes and full attention to the lupis, "What other things? I swear if you so much as think about touching my daughter, I will skin you and have your hide as my cloak." Turning back to Face-first, "Speak up boy, I don't have all day." Connor cringes at the enthusiasm and volume of Erin's voice. "I had my own issues to deal with." Looking to others, "Now it seems that I have the metis problems to deal with this morning. Speak up mule, what did you do now?"
He looked at Connor for a moment, piecing together what he felt were the proper words.
"Not that I'd try an' deny ye a new cloak, since by the looks o' the one ye had on th' other night ye might need a new one some day... but ah don't think throwin' away the life o' someone who's here to help protect yer Caern and to fight fer Gaia would be the best o' decisions. Besides, I ain't harmed yer daughter none. Even got her out of some trouble a hand full o' times before gettin' back ta this Caern." With that, he waited for Face First to answer for his part in this, hoping it might take some of the aggro off of himself.
Face First looks at Connor with surprise, but more for the expectation let down then any form of fear. He brushes off a few pieces of straw, bends his knees to seem as short as possible and speaks as respectful as possible "Good..." looks up at the sun and then back down "...afternoon Connor, Alpha and most repected garou of the Sept. I'm not quite sure what the problem is. I believe Uncle Jeb thinks my talents lie more in the sept than tending cattle and cleaning. I've come back to see what I can do to help. Helping the sept is, of course, my main goal. I..." He pauses thinking about what to say. He decides not to waste Connors time with trivial details. Then nods as if to say he's finished, even though he knows it's a bit awkward to stop talking mid sentance.
Connor's eyes flare as the metis speaks. When he trails off, Connor moves like lightning. In one motion he shifts to crinos, grabs Face-first by the throat, and pins him to the earth. Bearing all of his teeth, he growls,"I suffer not fool lightly. Speak in clear words the deeds you did that brought you here. Jeb would not send you hear unless you have wronged the Sept. And before you give into your moon, know this. You have one.... last.... chance.... " Staring the metis in the eye, "Speak."
Face First speaks calmly, head facing down as respectful as he can in the current position. There is not a tense muscle in his body as he lays throat showing to Connor "I can be nothing but my moon just as you, but I will try. Jeb woke me up and we both went to the barn. He rambled off a list that was to be done before walking off. I remembered each instruction and performed them as asked. I fed the cows exactly ask asked, cleaned the tack room, shined most of the saddles, sent the cows into the pasture, brought more feed down without breaking my neck, and mucked and refreshed the stables. That's when Jeb walked in and told me to come see you and Liam. This is why I responded and still do with confusion."
Still holding him by the throat, the Alpha looks to his daughter,"Erin, get Jeb so I can get the real story." That said, he throws the metis against the house. "Stay there and don't move till Jeb gets here. McIntyre, you are so eager to ward. Make sure the bastard doesn't move til Jeb or I says he can move." Shifting back to his breed form, he walks back into the house with a slight limp in his left leg.
Luckily, Face Firsts head hits the house first and cushioned the blow. He doesn't stand because he knows this routine well. This was what happened when he didn't meet up to his fathers expectations. He shifts to wolf form and huddles where he landed, doing his best to look small and dreadfully uncomfortable. He starts preparing himself mentally for the inevitable assault. He must not move, he must not howl, he must be still and accept it fully. He prays to Gaia quietly to see him through as he waits.
McIntyre found himself nodding to Connor's request, moving over to lean against the house where the Metis had adopted his lupus form. Thinking he might be a bit more comfortable with similar company, he shifted down to his own Lupus form - for all intents and purposes it looked like a fiery red blaze was set about the fur of a near-direwolf. The Fianna guise was menacing, but he hadn't expressed any volatility. He just sat there, performing as he was tasked by the Adren. He still hadn't figured there was much hope of getting out of the situation with all of that lovely fur in tact, so he felt he should get some use of it while was still able to. Then he heard Erin speak and blinked, wondering if anyone would have any fur left.
She moved over to the two lupus and stared at the Metis. She knelt down and scratched his head. "Are ya alright ther', lad? Anything broken? Ah'm gonna get Grandda. McIntyre, do na let me Da hurt the boyo." Her face was set in a scowl as walked back to the Atv and hopped on. The engine fired up and as she guided it through the forest, down the game trail, towards Jeb's house. She pulled up to the house and cut the engine. Vaulting off of it, she ran up to the house, yelling... "Grandda, Da is abou' ta kill Face First. He wants ya up ther' ta tell yer side o' th' story."
Jeb looks up from a near empty mason jar of clear liquid and shows obvious signs of being well into his cups. He shakes his head and takes another swig before speaking... "Well good for him. Last thing we need around here is that there metis. Indu said I should give him a chance and I did... he bit one of my cows. I don't mean he just bit 'em on the ear either. He took a right big bite outta that rump. Ifin' I loose one of my cows because of that sad excuse for a Garou he better hope yer Da killed him cause I won't be so kind." Jeb takes another big swig almost emptying the jar. Even in his chair he wobbles a little from side to side.
"Well wha' did ya tell him ta do, Grandda? Exactly? Ya know how stupid a metis can be. If'n it will make ya feel better, Ah'll tend ta th' chores this afternoon an' finish 'em. The poor lad, is so confused like he dun know wha' he did wrong. Ah'll teach th' city boyo how ta do 'em properly." The galliard offered as she went inside and retrieved a second mason jar for the old man. She handed it to him and smiled brightly. "Ah dun wanna see 'im breakin' the litany. Tha' will lead 'im down th' wrong path."
Jeb cracks a grin at the sight of the mason jar. Opening the lid he drinks down a good shot then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Yer such a good lass. I always knew ya would be. Since ya was a youngin' ya always know how to make an old man smile" Jeb, looks down at the jar and back up at you, takes a deep breath and starts. "Indu said the boy was supposed to help me. She wanted him to build some character and wanted me to baby sit his fool ass. I told her I would but he had to stay in his human state. I ain't dealing with my cows gittin' all spooked with him shifting into a fuzzy hulk. So's I gave him very clear instructions, but I knew he was a city boy so I made double sure he knew what he was expected to do. I told Jacob to stick around the barn and answer any questions the fool asked. I told the boy not to interfere, just answer questions unless the fool did something that endangered the cows or the barn. Well, Jacob come and got me a couple hours later. It seems that the Metis, took ta bitin' one of my steers. Jacob took care of the steer before comin' to git me. I checked the steer before goin' off on the idiot. The bite mark was from a wolf. I ain't havin' it!" Jebs voice starts to get louder and he wobbles a bit in the chair. Taking a big gulp of the shine he squints his eyes at the door. "So I told him to get the hell outta my barn and to go see yer da and uncle. He didn't do what I told him. Noooo. That damn fool follows me. Starts spouting nonsense and drivel tryin' to get on my good side. I came back here and he just stood on my porch spouting more crackpot shit. Well I chased him off with 'Ol Betty there." He nods to the rifle next to the door. "An' I ain't seen him since. Be better if'in I don't. I ain't got no use for that shit." Jeb kicks back rocking his chair onto it's two rear legs and laces his fingers over his chest.
Erin leaned against one of the posts as the old man spoke, crossing her arms over her chest. "Thank ya Grandda, Ah'll go handle it. An' if'n ya are willin' Ah'll handle th' chores afterwards. Ah still think th' boyo needs ta learn how ta do 'em. Is ther' anythin' tha' might be a good way ta say he's sorry ta ya? Perhap mowin' the yard, gettin' th' firewood chopped? Ah'll baby sit 'im. Ah'm sure he meant well." She cringed at the thought of that last one, he would owe her for cleaning up this mess.
Jeb makes a disgusted sound and puts the lid back on his jar. "An' I don' need help doin' the chores. I been doin' 'em before you were a trickle down yer Da's leg." Jeg gets up. Steadies himself then grabs his hat and heads for the barn grumbling and only staggering slightly as he goes.
"Thanks, Grandda" Erin smiled and nodded, she watched the old man totter off and ran back to the ATV. It didn't take her long to come back to the Farm house and dismount the dark green vehicle. "Da! Grandda basically said ta kiss 'is arse"
Face First perks an ear to hear Erin's words. He would never speak that way to his alpha, but something inside him tells him to stay quiet. He recalls the order from the alpha to get Jeb here and is confused. Face First would have put him kicking and screaming (or mumbling in Jeb's case) into a sack and carried him here against his will before he ever thought to not fulfill a direct order from the Sept Alpha. While still in the same position as before, his ears perk slightly as he listens intently for the alphas response. "There could be a lesson here" he thinks to himself.
Looking back at the metis with disgust,"You took a BITE out of one of the cows? What in all the bloody hells where you thinking? Did you not get enough to eat? You have to destroy our livestock to fill your gut?" Turing his back to walk to the other end of the house as the Rage tries to over take him. After a moment he turns back around and walks toward those that are gathered. "You have taken Indu's legs and burned them. You may have destroyed Jeb's livestock. The way I see it, you have two strikes against you. You know what happens if you get three strikes, or do I have to explain that one to you?"
3 Strikes? ...Face First knows this! With a small raise of his snout Face First speaks up with a squeeky submissive lupus voice "3 strikes... means I made a turkey?" looking at Connor's feet for approval. Luck my be going his way thanks to his knowledge of bowling. He'll never forget that!
"Turkey.... you will wish you were a turkey." Turning to head in the house. "Take him to Liam. If he pisses off Liam, he will have no place in this Caern." Connor slams the door shut.
(To Be Continued...)
6/15/2013 - While I was a cub, I was punched in the face by a Cliath while trying to stop a very menacing wolf from running away. Grudge created. More to follow on that. I'll get his name.
6/30/2013 - One of our cubs raped a wyrm tainted snake spirit. No he's not a Metis, and no he wasn't frenzied.
6/30/2013 - Eye of Anubis, and Soft Truths, both left to help open a Caern in Florida.
7/11/2013 - The new Cliath den parent from Sept of the Shrouded Spring told an Adren to fuck off, and that he was a Nazi, and wyrm tainted. Sounds like a great role model!
These are true stories of events from the roleplaying in the Sept of Flowing Courage. It is the Werewolf venue S.A.L.T. located in Spartanburg, SC. Please feel free to contact me if you'd like to come play, visit, or proxy a scene with me. I can be reached at email@example.com.
These stories are meant to add flavor to already existing storylines. While they are stated first person in character, they are not always in character public knowledge to other characters. Feel free to jump in and correct any misspellings as I write these stories directly into the wiki and don't edit or proofread. Also, my coding is not the best in the world, so also feel free to fix the many mistakes I've made.
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- Face First - 06/26/2013 - Your Sept is so cool, I love you guys!
- Eye of Anubis - 07/03/2013 - A Rotogar who keeps stories much like a Galliard, and fights with a similar fury! You SURE you're not a Gibbous moon?