Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (86% full).
Big Red Barn
The barn is built in the old style, a vast three level structure that is greater in height than a mere three stories, actually closer to five. Great wooden posts support the weight of the upper levels and roof, sunk into the hard-packed dirt floor of the first level like a sparse forest of regularly spaced, naked trees. The stalls and flagstones which once were here have been torn out to leave a rather open area where even crinos Garou may roam freely without fear of running into anything but the supports or the walls or the ladder at the back which allows access to the other two levels.
The first two levels are relatively open to each other, the second being only little wider than a catwalk going around all the walls but the front one, which has massive, twenty foot tall doors set into it. The third level is a true second floor except for a place cut out that allowed hay to be tossed down to the ground floor when the farm was actually worked. Now, it is a hayloft where Garou can sleep outside of the house.
Obvious exits:
BarnYard

Christopher opens the door to the Barn and walks inside, letting the barn door shut behind him. He then stops and looks around for a moment."

Three-Blades lies atop a haybale, dozing slightly. The shutting of the barn door wakes her, and she looks directly at Chris with her amber gaze. Her ears flick a few times and she yawns widely, fangs flashing in the dim light. With a swish of her tail, she chuffs to the galliard. Hello.

Christopher grins slightly. "Heya. How's it going?"

Not too horrible, replies the Gnawer in lupus. Blades rises to her feet and hops off the bale. How are your lessons?

Christopher shrugs. "They're doing alright. I'm now focused on the wolf tongue, now that I got my shifting down packed.

Three-Blades flicks her ears again as she circles around the Fianna, sniffing ruefully. You may think you know the language, but do you really know what it is to be wolf? She settles down back in front of the galliard and opens her jaws in a lupine grin, her tail settling around her forepaws. What about the tongue of the mother?

Christopher thinks for a moment and then blinks his eyes. "Uhh... I don't think so." He scratches his head lightly.

Three-Blades snorts softly. No one has taught you the language of the Garou? Her ears splay dubiously, then prick back upwards. Well, I suppose I can teach you a little. With that, the lupus begins to grow and blur in size, shifting upwards until she is in hispo.

Christopher blinks his eyes. "Wait a minute... I don't think anybody taught me that form. What is this form?"

Three-Blades quirks her head to the side. You don't know? Her jaws click together as she rises to her paws. In this form, she stands nearly 4 feet at her withers, adorned with powerful jaws, lean muscle and sharp claws all compacted into a beast like those of legends, the direwolf. After a few moments of growls and snorts around her fangs, Blades concentrates, and manages to growl out in a human tongue, "Hispo."

Christopher blinks. "I thoughts that the forms consisted of Homid Glabro Crinos and Lupus. I never knew there was a Hispo.

Three-Blades shakes her head, a rather human-like gesture. Padding closer on huge paws, she looks much like a great hulking prehistoric giant wolf, complete with jaws that look strong enough to crack open elephant bones. After another bout of growling and a little hissing, she says another human word, hopefully understandable to the Fianna. "Try."

Christopher nods and begins edging backwards towards one of the Haystacks. "Okay. Let me change my clothes so they won't get shredded. Okay?"

Three-Blades whuffs lowly and backs up, turning at the same time with her back facing him.

Christopher disappears behind the haystack and strips off his clothing, then closes his eyes and concintrates on the new form. A few seconds later, his body begins to change shape. It's a lot more smoother in transition than it was when he first started out, however the sounds of bone popping and flesh changing shape is still there. After a few moments he finally achives the form and pads out from behind the haystack. I did it.

Three-Blades growls in approval, padding over and sniffing. Feel the power? Her fluid form circles around the other hispo with a lean flow of movement. Practice this form as well. Good to fight in. Quick, smaller and faster than Crinos. Her ears flick as she looks over him, even though she is a little more miniscule than the cub she holds her head and tail high. I must go now. Need to speak with another. You practice moving, shifting, speaking in the wolf's tongue. Her strong jaws open in a comical hispo grin. And when you shift, try to think of silent change. Bones popping and flesh moving, not good when you want to be quiet. It is possible.

Three-Blades chuffs and circles around the hispo once more before grunting. Good bye, String-Singer. Gaia watch over you. With that, she nudges open the barn door. A last minute thought forms in her head and she turns, whuffing to the cub. And remember, even this form is not allowed where twolegs are. Unnatural. Be cautious of the Veil. Her long legs then take her out of the barn and into the forests, the sound of padding paws fading.

Brown Dire-Wolf wags his tail and whuffs to her in return. Thank you for showing me this form rhya. I will do my best to use your words wisely.

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