The Crescent Smile
My name is River Anewt. This is my journey with my pack. The twists and turns that shape us Garou into the beings we need to be to defend and fight for Gaia.
~*~ Disclaimer: This is a blog about an ongoing RP from the perspective of one character. No images belong to me (unless otherwise stated). 18+ blog. ~*~
Sunday, November 20, 2016
Chapter Three
As we all gathered back together, Lee went into further detail about the documents that he had found. He had noticed a symbol upon the top of the lineage sheet that he said he had copied. It took me a few long moments but I did eventually recognize the symbol; after all, I should. It's one that should be known well among the Garou.
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Thursday, November 10, 2016
Chapter Two
Grandfather told us that we were to stay here and wait for our new pack mates; that here we would get to know our new pack more in depth. On the third day the others showed up; each one appearing out of the Umbra one after the other. It was at this point that I had started to get anxious; going from the metal cage, the the uncomfortable flying metal tube and then to a larger metal box (this time without windows) had started to take it's toll. I had done the only thing I could to keep sane, I had shifted to my natural form and paced. Even as the others introduced themselves.
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My Story Begins....
Born and raised for two years in a pack located on a Wildlife Preservation in the lush lands of Ireland, I was a normal wolf. Learning and growing through the guidance of my Den Mother and the pack leaders. That is, until one night when I awoke to a mostly foreign metallic scent and, upon glancing around, the alpha and other pack leaders missing from the den. Short of a quick curiosity as to why they weren't in the den sleeping like the rest of us, my attention was claimed when our Den Mother came rushing in to quickly usher us out. The metallic scent grew stronger once we were out of the den. And a glance back to the area before our den granted me the sight of this lumbering and large bipedal creature. While the sight didn't scare me as it seemed to do for the rest of my pack mates, it was still confusing. With little prodding I turned and ran, only to find that, in the panic of everything, I had become separated from the rest of my pack. As I moved through the the thick trees to try and find them again, I heard a metal clink. Before I knew what was happening, I found myself trapped within a cage. A cage that felt as if it was shrinking around me. In a confusing turn of events I found myself standing far taller than ever before with the cage pieces littering the ground around me. My front paws had changed along with the rest of me; elongated with fingers and even longer claws. My momentary confusion was enough to distract me long enough that I didn't sense the evil being that came up behind me until I heard his voice.
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