Jastima Ves'Tacha Nadja

Thu 10:01PM EST
Evening prayers done to Sarrath on that too sweetly lilting voice. Even now it has that quality, even when she doesn't have it in her to play. So with the sunset some time past, the next prayer would not fall till sun rose once more. The night was her's. So why was it she sat beside the fire? Quietly watching it burn down, and adding fuel as it got low. She was real tonight. A real girl, perhaps alluring now for the lack of facade. No, when you traipse too close to the fire. . you will eventually get burned. .

and she was scorched. . .


Konrad Vrdoljiak

Thu 10:08PM EST
"I have not heard you do that before this week, yet this is the third night in a row already." These words come to break her contemplation of the campfire, called from some twenty or thirty yards away, behind her. Look and she will see the Knife standing between two of the large rocks her brethren has set in ward against him and his. Casually dressed, hands clasped behind his straight back, he regards her from afar, his feet are carefully on his side of the dividing line between his land and the small peninsula of territory he has ceded to the Striders. Seeing that he has her attention, he nods at the boundary between territories. "May I?"


Bobtail

Thu 10:09PM EST
Lurk. Sulk. Unseen/heard movement. Down wind. Eyes keen. Ears sharp. Nose alert


Jastima Gemile

Thu 10:15PM EST
The door to the Vardo opened, light spilling out into the snowy ground. Her eyes narrowed, pupils rounding to adjust to the lack of light. Figure was clad in black cargo pants and a dark turtleneck. Camel coat hung open, extending to her knees. She let dangle from one hand the leather satchel as the other held the door adjar.


Jastima Ves'Tacha Nadja

Thu 10:16PM EST
Startled. They were quite a ways out in the Barrens after all. Hazel eyes flying from glowing orange fire to the figure some yards away, on the outside of their camp.

Konrad

Shadowlord. Tribebrother to Simon, who she has not seen in some time now, since the night she went looking for Prala's hand in the city. Fixing that gaze on him. . she wasn't sure. If it could be imagined she wasn't sure what steps to take these days. What had seemed right before, or justifiiable had been wrong. . . and she was afraid of misstepping again.

So the silence between them lengthens after his request. It strings on and on, and she can't decide. . . the path I fear to tread . . and finally she opens her mouth to reply, when the vardo opens, and Gemile emerges. So the words halted. Would she have? He may not know now.

"She'enedra. . . We've a visitor requesting invitation to our camp."


Konrad Vrdoljiak

Thu 10:18PM EST
Tawny eyes, not quite human, shift immediately with the opening of the door. The tall Lord bows slightly and courteously to the emerging Strider. Old World manners, is all; there is no deference in his steady, though unaggressive, gaze. "Neighbor. I recall you from the club."


Jastima Gemile

Thu 10:21PM EST
Chewing the last bit of apple in her mouth, she stepped from the doorway, letting metal slam against metal. Suckling upon one tooth, her head swivled to catch just whom her pena was speaking of.
"And whom requests our firelight?"

Feet carried her to her mirror image's side. Brow quirking as she looked the man from toe to head. "Ah" nodding finally, "So you're Konrad of the Thunder's Children?"


Konrad Vrdoljiak

Thu 10:25PM EST
Casual, of course, is relative. Thick corduroys. Thick flannel shirt (not plaid. Solid-color: forest green). Thick dark sweater and black fleece-lined vest. Gloves. Boots. Dressed for the weather, to be sure, and every piece of exceeding quality and craftsmanship, though clearly and well-worn. He spends most his time in the great outdoors, after all.

Addressed, he inclines his head in acknowledgment. Pure blood runs in this one's veins, though he does not resemble anyone of recent memory. It would take a Galliard to remember his ancestors, but their deeds were great and many, that their aura lives on even in him. "That's right." No discernable accent in his voice, except for the slightest shortening of vowels that might or might not reflect Great Britain - though his features speak strongly of East Europe. "Cliath Full Moon of the Grandfather. I never did catch your name."


Jastima Ves'Tacha Nadja

Thu 10:30PM EST
Silence reigns in Nadja. They weren't talking to her anyway, at least now, so she watches from her perch beside the fire. A serious study of them both. Like looking at herself when she looks over Gemile, and seeing the smiling predator when looking at Konrad. A Garou is a Garou is a Garou. Its a bit hard to seperate that wolf from man, in them after all.


Jastima Gemile

Thu 10:31PM EST
Her eyes floated from him, to her twin sister. She let drop the bag from her nimble fingers, hazel orbs holding a ting of twinkle meant for the saddened chavi beside her, "Jastima Gemile, darkless moon Child of Sarrath." Her gaze finally raising to him, pressing a soft smirk upon her lips, "To what honor do we give your visit?"


Bobtail

Thu 10:36PM EST
Sluk... sneak. Yeah.


Konrad Vrdoljiak

Thu 10:37PM EST
His eyebrows rise, but deliberately. So too does he speak: gently, but deliberately. "Come again?"

There's a balanced pause. Then he continues, "I'm looking for your packmate. Ra'gon."


Jastima Gemile

Thu 10:40PM EST
She shrugged a shoulder, "Yeah, what for?" The politeness did not leave her tone nor the smile which played her lips.


Khepera

Thu 10:40PM EST
Fleet of paw and resilent against the bitter snow. It drifts lightly across wide meadows and desolate glens, through tall, skeletal graveyards of barren trees. Small paw prints leave a trail in his wake, the underpads numb from the long trekk, in snow, but he does not seem to care. Those paws have scraped over worse terrain. A small, blackish-grey and tan jackal-wolf made his way across one of the snow-covered fields, the city left behind hours ago. His ears, like two antennae stand; atop his head alert to the sounds of the night. Amber wolf eyes scavaging across the terrain for any signs of moving shadows or other things that might draw his curiosity. An odd makeshift pack slung across his shoulders, with a special canine harness.


Jastima Ves'Tacha Nadja

Thu 10:43PM EST
She doesn't look sad, persay. She looks thoughtful, serious. . .

diminished

Catching Gemile's eye, the twinkle, and one brow arching in question. Her conversation non verbal. ~What now Pena~ is nearly audible in that look. But Gemile is occupied in conversation and the gaze drops to refocus on Konrad once more. Intent, green flecked brown eyes, making 4 hazel orbs on Konrad. The power of twins.


Khepera

Thu 10:53PM EST
His speed remains at a constant pace, breaking into a run as he darts across the meadow towards the bleak line of trees. Only to slow down as he breaches the forest. A small series of murrs, ebb in his throat then. He feels a small breeze suddenly blow across his back. A small frigid wind cutting into his short winter coat, sending chills down his spine. He hears the wind-spirit tickle at his ears, twitching them back and forth, listening to what it had to say. The jackal quietly began to pick his way through the woods, moving along the edges of the Shadow Lords domain. His small presence, unseen, under the guise of Blur.


Konrad Vrdoljiak

Thu 10:53PM EST
Tawny eyes pass between the sisters and twins, thoughtful, before returning to the one that stands. "Would I be interrupting? If Ra'gon is otherwise occupied, I can easily seek him another time."


Jastima Ves'Tacha Nadja

Thu 10:56PM EST
Was he interupting anything? Not apparently on Nadja's side. She's just sitting there after all, and had been for a short time before he had appaeared at their camp. Whether he was interrupting Gemile, was yet to be seen by her mirror.

"I was not engaged in anything you were interrupting Konrad."

First words she has utered to him that evening. Her prayers in romani some time before the last speech she had had. But who do you talk to in the middle of nowhere?


Jastima Gemile

Thu 10:57PM EST
Shaking her head, weight shifting from one foot to the other. Her hand absently flutters down to rest upon the shoulder of her twin, "Your presence is no interruption, Thunder's child." She gave no further inclination upon her prala, nor did she make haste to show either hatred or love for the one before their eyes.


Konrad Vrdoljiak

Thu 11:06PM EST
A faint smile traces over the Lord's strongboned features. "As you say, then," he replies, and crosses the border between his land and the Strider's. From there it's only a few dozen yards to the Striders' fire, where he sits on a lawn chair, a log, a stone, anything that's available, after a silent question with the raising of his eyebrows.

Settling himself, the tall Lord, whose attire today makes no attempt to hide an intimidating Ahroun physique, casts a single curious glance at the door of the camper. "I take it Ra'gon is otherwise occupied."


Bobtail

Thu 11:09PM EST
The stocky inky black wolf decloaks at the edge of the border. Sounds fill the night for a few moments. twigs and leaves russeling s the rite is dropped too. He heads to his alpha's side. Walking on 3 legs and holing his right rear off the ground.


Jastima Ves'Tacha Nadja

Thu 11:10PM EST
She had not seen Prala since the other morning, but as exhausted as he had been, he would be sleeping for days. Eyes heated by the flicker of flames at her side of the fire. They turned up to Gemile at the hand on her shoulder. . . warning. . . comfort. . .merely casual. She couldn't read her mirror these days.


Bobtail

Thu 11:12PM EST
He sniffs at the twins and sits with a soft whimper to his leg.


Jastima Gemile

Thu 11:12PM EST
Her eyes grace his movements, turning to place her own body beside the quiet kin. Settling into one of many lawn chairs around the fire's light , "Well, have you ever known a Satarma not to be?" One leg crossing over the other.

Suddenly her brow arches as she watches Simon, who has been warned before, come unvitingly inside her boundry. Casting her disapproving gaze back towards Konrad, whom by Simon's action alone as cast this Lord's honor into sudden question. Sucks a tooth.


Khepera

Thu 11:14PM EST
Another soft murr rumbles in the jackal's throat to the small wind, as he speaks to the spirit again. It blows away from him to race ahead towards the kumpania. His nostrils flare, tongue rolling out to wash along his muzzle. He can taste and smell the presence of Others. Amber eyes remain watchful, still under the guise of Blur he breaks through on the edges of the camp, stopping in the shadow of a large oak tree to view them all from a distance.


Konrad Vrdoljiak

Thu 11:18PM EST
"Satarma?" echoes Konrad, mild perplexion coloring his tone. At the rustling Konrad's head comes up and around in a turn too quick for his surprise to be feigned, relaxing only as he recognizes the Ragabash wolf.

Relaxing, but not exactly...pleased.
"Bobtail..." nearly growled.

Turning about, then, he shoots Gemile an apologetic glance marred by his rather obvious annoyance. "My Beta," he says, "also requests, belatedly, permission to sit at your fire. I apologize. We are not yet...totem-bound. That is why I've come to seek Ra'gon."


Bobtail

Thu 11:19PM EST
He looks up and flicks an ear ~ws~ Alpha.


Jastima Gemile

Thu 11:22PM EST
Eyes, just as suddenly as that brow, go wide as the wind picks its way thru the camp. The firelight flickering shadows upon Konrad's face with the sweep of the chilling breeze.
She sighs a breath, narrowing her gaze softly. Nods in acceptance of his apology, now knowing that those that follow under him as alpha will bear that honor and dare not tarnish its seeming evermore with such callouse actions. "Totems are a tricky thing. You have a particular one you have already gone to invest in that has invested himself in you as well? These are the questions Ra'gon will ask of you."


Jastima Ves'Tacha Nadja

Thu 11:23PM EST
Her eyes have gone from Konrad, to Simon. The oft times visitor turned stranger of late. It seemed his leg still troubled him. Still sitting though, eyes intently watching Konrad's packmate. What was it she was seeing there, thinking about? A study in nothing. .no emotions, words, or gestures to give away her inner workings.

Then a smile. The first that night. any have seen and its soft for all of them but the second time her mouth opens, wors for Simon.

"Its been some time, Simon. . ."


Ruv Ra'gon

Thu 11:26PM EST
Johannus was a tiresome spirit. One who never knew quiet to quiet jabbering relentlessly. As he carried the now corded and threaded remains, like a fireman, the full skeleton folded over his shoulder; That spirit talked aimlessly on and on over those 'savages' who so claimed his bones Ruv now returned him upon.

He was only a few yards away on the other side of the Vardo when he smelt the scents upon the air of others. Eyes flickering this way and that. Ears like antennea twisted round. He was in his full birth form. Tall and sleek. Powerful and lethe. The Black God of Annubis began to round the front.


Bobtail

Thu 11:27PM EST
He leans down to lick his favored leg. a soft whimper to go along with it and then looks up to Nadja and his ears flicker forward. His little bob tail wags gently in the night.


Khepera

Thu 11:29PM EST
Where Ruv was the visual ebodiment of Anubis, Khepera remained as his lupus counterpart. Statuesque and vigilant as he remains by his shadowy perched, disguised and watchful. Curious as to who they were.


Konrad Vrdoljiak

Thu 11:30PM EST
Konrad shakes his head, which bows for a moment as he idly rubs the mark of treesap from the heel of his hand. He may dress in fine clothing, but a mark like that only comes from chopping and hauling your own wood. Even Lords had to keep warm somehow.

"We have not yet contacted a totem, though we intend to summon an avatar of the great dragon Typhon. That is what we hope the Theurge Ra'gon would do for us, though," catching sight of Ra'gon now, he nods to the other and continues to speak, "we would understand if this were too much to ask. For the Totem Rite itself, we will seek a Crescent-Moon of our own tribe." A brief and startling grin flashes white. "We wouldn't dream of burdening you and yours with that task."


Jastima Gemile

Thu 11:35PM EST
She turns her gaze momentarily, following the nod of Konrad's. Her lashes fluttering at the sight of Prala.
Scratching her cheek as her eyes return to the Alpha Lord speaking, she nods her head. "A burden as you say I cannot forjudge, as is" the hand lowering from her face to gesture towards the Anubis incarnate, "for my Prala to determine."


Jastima Gemile

Thu 11:35PM EST
She turns her gaze momentarily, following the nod of Konrad's. Her lashes fluttering at the sight of Prala.
Scratching her cheek as her eyes return to the Alpha Lord speaking, she nods her head. "A burden as you say I cannot forjudge, as is" the hand lowering from her face to gesture towards the Anubis incarnate, "for my Prala to determine."


Jastima Gemile

Thu 11:35PM EST
She turns her gaze momentarily, following the nod of Konrad's. Her lashes fluttering at the sight of Prala.
Scratching her cheek as her eyes return to the Alpha Lord speaking, she nods her head. "A burden as you say I cannot forjudge, as is" the hand lowering from her face to gesture towards the Anubis incarnate, "for my Prala to determine."


Ruv Ra'gon

Thu 11:35PM EST
Unintelligeble mumbles filtered to his large twitching ears. Eyes seeing.....only four...another was lurking. Quiping his brow. Holding his tongue for now as he came closer. It seemed his destination with the skeleton was for the graveyard past them a ways


Jastima Ves'Tacha Nadja

Thu 11:38PM EST
Likewise dos Nadja's eyes turn from Simon to Prala, and a barely perceptible nod by way of greeting. With his skeleton she hardly doubted he wanted to be interrupted right now. Listening to the conversation around her. Its not as if she had much to contribute so she gathered the long hair over her shoulder to finger comb it smooth.


Khepera

Thu 11:39PM EST
His tongue lolls out to lick along his muzzle, jaws spread wide to yawn. He shakes his small head, blinking a few times. He lowers his body down to the snow to get more comfortable. His ears fold back along his skull, hearing the silent chatterings as the small wind that was with him, starts to buzz around his ears again. It pricks at his winter coat, spiking it up along his back.


Konrad Vrdoljiak

Thu 11:46PM EST
"Of course." Anubis incarnate, so different now from the drunken (lunatic) man of a few nights past. There's a hint of amusement on the Lord's face as he watches the Theurge pass across their vision, and past to the graveyard.

Striders and their skeletons in the closets.

"But it does appear that he is, indeed, occupied." Wonder what tipped him off. Couldn't possibly be the carcass he bears. With that Konrad rises to his feet, six feet and two inches of not ungraceful strength towering over his apparently crippled packmate. The pup must have other talents to serve as Beta to this one. Maybe he makes Konrad laugh. Who knows?

"We've availed ourselves of your generosity long enough. I'll return another time, when your - " experiment, " - Prala does not have the spirits of the dead to put to rest."

A pause, as his tawny glance sweeps even the kin into the offer before returning to the Ragabash(?). "We are neighbors, now. Don't hesitate to seek my pack out should you ever be in need. I have seen our people cooperate brilliantly in the mountains of my ancestral homeland. There's no reason why we cannot have the same here."


Ruv Ra'gon

Thu 11:48PM EST
There was no color to his eyes. Where most of his people hued a brillant gold, some more feline than most, his were pools of black. Deeper than even the pitchness about his back. They looked upon the gathered as he neared to pass. Curving his path, the God-like Jackel strode to the fire. There settling into a crouch. Hands pulling the skeleton from him.

~GS~
Evening to the two of you. And how are the Stormcrows this eve?

Having not heard a word of Konrads spoken


Bobtail

Thu 11:49PM EST
He Stands quite ungracefully on t3 good legs. Chuffs softly to Nadja and hobbles over to her Sniffs her from about 5 feet away and wags his nub again before hobbeling over to his alpha.


Jastima Gemile

Thu 11:49PM EST
She shifted her legs, uncurling and crossing them again, one foot bobbing up and down. Her eyes never waning from the noble Lord as he stands and speaks their departure.
Gathering herself to her feet, she nodded her head, "As in the past so shall be present, Thunder's Child. I bid you both a fare night.." smile perched on her lips, she bowed and sat herself back upon the lawn chair.


Jastima Ves'Tacha Nadja

Thu 11:51PM EST
"A good evening to you Konrad. . Simon."

A look for the 3 legged wolf, but what it measn is hard to say, though she doesn't stir from her perch. Watching the two of them go before giving Ra'gon a measure of her attention. . . and finally the fire. Its a pleasant way to relax.


Ruv Ra'gon

Thu 11:52PM EST
Oh! Oh! Those dark pools recognized. ~Leaving?..~ An obvious assumption at the rate in whiched they both gave rise. A side glance to Gemile..right ear twitch..a huff from the nostral and a sputtering roll across one shoulder. *strider communication* ~All said and done?~


Konrad Vrdoljiak

Thu 11:54PM EST
"Gathering to flee the fire, Owl's Child," spoken with a touch of humor before he nods to all three, deeply enough that it is close to a bow. "But they'll return when the dead are buried. Goodnight, Striders."

With that, he turns with his limping packmate, and crunches through the snow back to his own land.