

Seballah's SecretThe gentle chirp of a few lazy crickets drifted softly through the late Autumn air of Tallahassee. The suns heat, seemingly ever present in North Florida, did little to disguise the cool bite of oncoming winter in the breeze. All was peaceful. All was calm. In the material world, all was settled, if a touch mournful.Seballah's Secret
Less than a hares breath away, in the spirit-world, however, it was a wholly different story. A roaring maelstrom of chaos, the Talons of Horus spun madly through the ephemeral air outside of the Petrovenya home, birds of prey of every description whi


Dreams...Katya Petrovenyas hand trembled slightly as she held the phone receiver to her ear with all the steadiness she could muster. The call would be answered, of that she had no doubt; it had been arranged beforehand. Still, her last shred of uncertainty caused each unanswered ring to evoke in her heart a fluttering rise and a crushing sink, until the hollow click of a lifted receiver sent it soaring.Dreams...
Hello? the voice on the other end of the phone was severely hushed, thickly accented and gravelly-deep, tinged with a warriors primal pensiveness, a sort of raw mystery.  


Coming Home...The strong howl of Mia Fair-Hand rang out across the hectic expanse of the bawn. The tribes had been called to a great moot, an uncommon occurrence at any time. This time was truly unique, however. Not only had the Garou summoned one another, but, for the first time in millennia, the Garou had called their changing cousins, too. With the Concolation a mere week away, the bawn was a chaotic sprawl of birds and bears, cats and crocodiles. Rumor had it that even one of the Ananasi spider-folk was already in attendance, though no one was quite sure where she could be found. &Coming Home...


SoulmatesThe scent of cypress and night-blooming jasmine perfumed the sultry Louisiana air, as Dante Truth-in-Wires made his way slowly up the path to the bayou shack he shared with his packmate, Kaylee Gaias Light. Tonight, the clunkclunk of his oaken staff fell heavier than usual. Dante, born a metis, suffered a twisted right leg. Because of his parents passion, he had been left with the misshapen and gnarled appendage; forever a mark of Gaias disfavor.Soulmates
If he felt any misery or sorrow because of this, he certainly kept it to himself. He was always seen with a ready smile, and optimistic words fo
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