Thread: Something wiocked this way comes...

Ashalyn returns from Greeting the Sun, dressed in more contemporary clothes he kneels next to the fire and looks to the wolf spirits, glancing to them but not holding eye contact long enough to constitute a challenge.

He notices the black wolf's blood marred hide and turns his head quizzically, "Great Wolf spirit...why now do yeh bleed?"

The Guardians body seems to phase between this world and the umbra, causing the celtic spirals in its hide to pulse and glow softly.

It turns its head to look at him and utters the phrase "Wyrm Foes coming..." the tone of its voice intonates that there was a wyrm foe, but now it is dead. "There is time enough to prepare, but war is coming. Find your tales, remember your ancestors and prepare for war."

It lays its head down and seems to close its eyes...

Ashalyn nods and slowly rises from the ground, shifting to Crinos as he turns -- his body pulsing with ancient Rage, as a deep reddish fur covers his form. His muscles bubble and bulks beneath the skin, and the bones slide and twist and contort as they grow and change.

He howls, a resounding, powerful howl to call out all thirty miles of the bawn. The howl resonates through both the Tellurian AND the Umbra simultaneously. It is a call for War. It is call that it is time to go on the hunt. Let us find the blood of the Wyrm. Let us find Glory.

The door to Tala's cabin comes open, her hair is mussed up a bit and she's standing there in a faded t-shirt and boxer shorts, barefoot... klaive in hand. Looking around she makes note of the situation, mutters something and goes inside.

There is some noise that sounds like she's digging through stuff, the occasional grunt and oof, and then she emerges pulling her dedicated shirt over her head.

"DARK RIDERS! TO ME!" She calls out loudly, her words mingling in harmonious discord with the howls of the Galliard before her. "MOVE IT!"

As the howl comes to a close, she looks to Ashalyn and calmly asks him the following questions, "Have they been spotted yet? Do you know who's on bawn duty at the moment?"

Ashalyn's mind now is flooded with feral impulses of war and rage, his tendency for pleasantries now no longer part of his psyche. His ears lower for a moment as another predator approaches, and he issues a low growl, one wolf to another as Tala comes upon him.

He speaks in Garou tongue from his Crinos form, "Not yet. Has been near the bawn...the spirit wolves have sensed and fought it. It is time we gear for war. It is time we have Wyrmfoe. No more time for peace. Time for Alpha declare war."

He looks around, waiting for others to arrive. Ready to pursue those who do not come.

ayven had laid on the rooftop of the nearby cabin watching, as the call for war came he sat up scratching lightly behind the ear

fuck, ashalyn...

with a sigh he gets up as talas call came out as he fished out the well worn softpack he shook it lightly holding it up to look inside before finally fishing one out.

" oy so when we heading out?" he jumps down from the cabin roof straightening as he lights the cigarette " i need to talk with you two as well since your both from different packs itll make this easier "

Ashalyn chuffs as Ayven approaches, and his lips curl up again showing large, white Crinos teeth. He calms again and looks to Ayven, "Speak. We prepare for war."

" i was in town while your pack took the stone. i was at the town meeting. thier trying to find a way to take people into the fold start learning thier ways faster cause towns hurting for money. so i took the oportunity and now im slowly working my way in to find out more about whats really going on. what i find really odd is halfway through the meeting alarms start going off and half of em split outta there with shotguns and a fire under thier ass. also im not sure but i think thier tainting the food. they where really intrested in the time after i ate "

Ashalyn chuffs again and shifts to Glabro, giving him a better ability to speak and less bloodthirsty mental capacity, "They must have some alert that the stone was removed. They must know of it's supernatural nature...and the nature of Our People, since they hid it far in the Umbra, and had a means to know about it. The young may not be corrupted in this way...but it sounds like the majority of the town is compromised. We must now understand that they are on the side of the Wyrm, even if it is without knowing the whole truth of what they serve. They are foe."