Tribe of Thunder

7/30/2007

07:59 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (92% full).
It is currently 19:55 Pacific Time on Mon Jul 30 2007.
Currently in Saint Claire, it's a sunny day. The temperature is 74 degrees Fahrenheit (23 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 8 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.07 and falling, and the relative humidity is 42 percent. The dewpoint is 50 degrees Fahrenheit (10 degrees Celsius.)

Thunder Cave(#1410RA)
Once you enter this cave, you see it is much larger than you originally thought. From the small opening it widens and takes a sharp turn, providing a natural windbreak. Looking around, you see a spacious chamber, long ago carved from the limestone by running water. Quartz veins scintillate in the light. In the center of the room, a small fire burns, more for light than heat, as the room is quite well insulated. Looking up, you see the smoke drawn through small cracks and holes that allow for more than adequate ventilation. This cave used to be the home of Distant Thunder, a Shadow Lord Galliard, and some say that his spirit still lingers here, protecting this spot.
You can leave the cave by crawling out the cave entrance to the south that leads down to the clearing below. A passageway leads deeper into the cave. No one is sure how deep it goes.
Contents:
Vera
Obvious exits:
Clearing  

Approaching the mouth of Thunder Cave, his mouth agape and tongue lolling in a heavy panting, Far-Cry draws close to the rocks from the clearing. His fur is a little wet, no doubt from crossing and drinking from some mountain stream. As he approaches, the philodox sniffs a few rocks, snooping out the scents of any other recent visitors.

Vera's scent is the most recent and a little more looking around reveals a human foot-print or two.

Far-Cry detects the scent of the adren, and it's like automatic that his ears start to tilt back and his hackles twitch. The full moon prickles the tips, but he manages to keep them down. The foot print is investigated a bit further, and then followed towards where it leads.

The footprints lead in the general direction of the mountains and it is not long until Far-Cry comes across Vera, a bag across her back and a canteen across one shoulder.

Far-Cry pauses as he sights the adren, stopping a short distance from her. For a moment of indecision, he just stands and watches. Then he wuffs thickly, announcing himself.

Vera is in the process of taking a drink from her canteen, when the other Lord announces his presence. Turning, she smiles at the Philodox. "Hello Far-Cry."

Far-Cry slips his tongue back in between his jaws, though he still looks as though he's come some way of traveling. The philodox maintains his distance. Greetings, Culls-the-Herd-alpha. His nose twitches with her scent, investigating. And then he glances about, before his gaze returns to her. Moon Otter-alpha is not here?

Vera shakes her head. "No, not at the moment. Do you wish to speak with him?"

Far-Cry swings his tail behind him in initial dismissal, but then he answers contrarily. No. Well, yes. There is something I would ask of him, but it is not important.

"Is it not something that I can help you with?" Vera asks, before taking a drink of water. "Would you like to know why I am out here?" She asks, a faint smile on her lips.

Far-Cry simply notes it's about the cub, Lost-and-Found. There's a mild irritation to the philodox's ear set when he mentions the lost cub, but that's replaced soon enough. This is territory of the Lord of Shadows. You are allowed to be on it for reason simply of being of the tribe, replies the halfmoon.

Vera's pleasant smile fades. "May I ask what the pup has done /this/ time? Moon Otter spent a fair bit of time speaking about him yesterday. I had hopped you would be a bit more curious." The Adren says in a light tone. "I am looking for a suitable place to hold a Shadow Moot."

Far-Cry spoke to him earlier, and he accused the Shadow Lords of deceiving him. Telling him things that are not true. His ears tilt back, hackles arcing up with the next note. Said he would rather be Ronin than be a Shadow Lord. Clearly this has touched some strings in the halfmoon's own thoughts, his posture indicating a discomfort and underlying anger. To stop the process though, Far-Cry shakes himself heavily and looks back up to the adren. What are you looking for, for a place that is good for a Shadow Moot? Why not the inside of the cave?

"Because it is not under the open sky," Vera replies easily. "Thunder's storms come from the sky. As for the whelp, he seems to be intent on spinning fantasies and being unable to sperate them from reality. We never took him in. He was never Claimed by the Children of Thunder."

But he claims Spits-Out-Nails to have taught him as one would a cub of the Shadow Lords, replies Far-Cry with a snort. It is only the whinings of a cub, perhaps, but he does so in front of others. She did not care to get involved, though, once it was clear it was between the cub and the tribe. The philodox sits, looking skywards then briefly before gazing back to the adren. The last Shadow Moot was held in a Weaver den, off the hard-black-river. Stands-in-the-Rain wanted it there.

Vera wrinkles up her nose in distaste. "Perhaps that is how it has been done in the past, but it is my hope to actually get Thunder's attention and the best way to do that is under an open sky. As for the whelp, Spits-Out-Nails was teaching him, having been told my the cub that Moon Otter wished to take him into the Tribe. He told Moon Otter much the same thing, only saying that Spits-Out-Nails had taken him in. Perhaps he believes he has been lied to, perhaps not. I can not say, I am no half moon with Truth of Gaia. What I find strange, is that he announced himself as an unclaimed cub at the Story Moot not long ago. Before, he decided we were a mass of liars," the last is stated with a smirk.

Far-Cry lashes his tail where the Sept Alpha smirks. He apparently doesn't find it as amusing. He may be only a Lost cub, but it was a Lost cub that part of what brought this sept low to the Wyrm, if that is how the story is believed. With another flank smacking whip of his tail, the halfmoon turns and stalks off a short distance to 'cool' down before returning. What of holding the Shadow Moot in the Shadow?

An eyebrow lifts, at the half-moons comments. "Really. Not a story that I have heard." Vera admits. "Still, the cub will be dealt with as necessary. Will you attend the Shadow Moot?"

Far-Cry answers with a dip of his head. Only if this one's presence is asked for, Alpha. If this one is not already engaged with honoring his acceptance to the Gaian elder's fostern challenge pack's duties then, then he will attend the Shadow Moot.

"You are a Shadow Lord," Vera replies with an easy smile. "As such, you are more then welcome to come."

Far-Cry looks up to the adren, ears splaying with a small flick of lingering unease in counter to her relaxed expression. What is it you seek to moot with the tribe for?

"We are a Tribe, we are the Children of Grandfather Thunder," Vera replies after only the briefest of pauses. "We come together to Honor Thunder, to grow stronger as a Tribe, to share news and Wisdom. Why else would a Moot be held?"

Far-Cry ducks his head again, expressing an apology. Of course, Alpha. It has simply been... a long time, since one was called. And never has this one seen so many Lords of Shadow gathered as the stormclouds do.

Vera grins brightly. "Yes, it is good to see so many Sons and Daughters of Thunder here. It has been far to long. We will Honor Thunder and he will here our words and he will answer us, with black clouds and his voice." THere is a certain light in the Adren's eyes, bright and excited. "Will you walk with me for a time, our do your duties call you elsewhere?"

Far-Cry looks once more undecided at first, but his reply comes faster, and a bit more accepting. This one can walk. And there is maybe a place that could suit the Shadow Moot's qualities around here. He pads up slightly closer, maintaining a little beyond arm's length distance from the adren, but walking with her.

Vera smiles and nods, as she once more makes her way towards the foothills. "A high place is best," she explains along the way. "I higher and more exposed the better." And off the two go, Vera sticking to Homid. Eventually, the Adren turns back, spends the night in Thunder Cave and returns to the Farmhouse come morning.

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