Erik at the Sept Compound

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The Sept Compound(#2075RAM)

It is currently 19:20 Pacific Time on Tue Apr 22 1997.
Currently on this windy and crisp spring evening in the general St. Claire
area, it is 60 degrees Fahrenheit (15.6 degrees Celsius). The wind is coming
from the northeast at 23.6 mph. The ground is normal. Skies are clear with a
possible chance of precipitation.
Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (97% full).

Blackstripe is settled off to the edge of the clearing, far from the fire, and
appears to be staring off into nothingness.
Soren enters the compound.
Erik stumbles out of the surrounding forest, twigs snapping underfoot. He
stops at the edge of the clearing, resting part of his weight against a tree.
Blackstripe is settled off to the edge of the clearing, far from the fire, and
appears to be staring off into nothingness.
Soren walks into the compound from the north, through the woods though with
less noise than Erik. He glances over at the bemasked Fianna, nods, and
proceeds to the fire. Once there, he looks over at Blackstripe, watching her
for a moment.
Erik shivers, pulling the huge coat about his tall form as he sits down at the
edge of the compound, ducking his head slightly to the other two Garou.
Blackstripe is surprisingly unresponsive as the two men come in, looking
fixedly at a spot to the side of the Groundskeeper's shelter.
Soren follows Blackstripe's gaze, puzzling for a moment over what she is
looking at, before he opens his satchel and pulls out two pouches, taking
from one what appear to be pale white tubers (a half-dozen or so) and from
the other what appears to be jerky.
Erik remains silent, sitting by himself like some awkward, ungainly bipedal
crow. He rests his head back against the tree, his eyes closed.
Blackstripe remains as she is probably well into Soren's doings with the food,
before shaking her head quickly, ears coming up alertly (they were relaxed
before) and looking around the clearing to gauge who is here.
Soren munches quietly on the tubers (spring radishes?), his attention on the
dull, unexciting fire.
Erik shivers againa nd sits forward, pulling the violin case into his lap.
Casper climbs out of the entrance to the buried shelter nestled among the
trees to the southwest.
Blackstripe pushes to her paws and shakes out her fur, offering greeting to
the three males. She approaches Soren, though, and greets him cautiously in
lupus fashion before settling down besides him. How are patrols? she asks
with no preamble.
Casper exits the shelter with his head down. He nods to all present and finds
a secluded spot by the fire.
Erik ducks his head again to the Fang lupus, silently. Thin, gloved fingers
move slowly over the surface of the violin case as though on an imaginary
keyboard.
Soren looks over as Blackstripe approaches and greets him. The one-eyed
Guardian theurge studies the silver fang elder for a moment and then simply
shifts, stretching into the wolf. The northern patrol runs clear to the
two-leg stone-path. But the stink of the stone-path blows east to the
mountains, thank the Mother.
Soren contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Soren shifts into Lupus form.
Blackstripe's tongue lolls with faint empathy. It smells like the great places
of oil. Only I could get away from those. It is good that nothing is wrong,
though.
Midnight sits attentive and respectfully on his haunches at the Silver Fang
elder's side. Has Blackstripe-rhya searched out the Bastet's den to the east?
Blackstripe's ears go forward sharply with surprise. I did not know there were
one of the catfolk here.
Casper's bright eyes turn up to gaze at Erik, then his violin. He smiles and
gives a small nod.
Erik tilts his head, eyeing Casper sidelong for a moment before nodding back,
warily puzzled and bemused.
Casper asks quietly, "Would you play something for me?"
Erik hesitates, his hands still over the closed case. "Er," he says. "Right
now?"
Casper shrugs and watches, "Is there a better time?"
Isaac pads into the small clearing from the forest to the southwest. He pauses
just within as he notes the others present and makes a formal, and properly
submissive, greeting to Blackstripe.
Blackstripe glances over briefly at Isaac's arrival, giving him a warm
greeting in return.
Erik seems oddly reluctant tonight. His attention flicks toward Isaac.
Midnight's own ears perk with his almost as much suprise, cocking his head
with curiosity. No one has told Blackstripe-rhya? She was brought here after
Cougar's Incarna asked Cerberus to bring Her children here. Thunders Claws
brought her.
Casper nods placatingly to Erik and grins, "No need, no need... later then."
Isaac sits down rather heavily near Blackstripe and looks toward Erik and
Casper, sniffing the air curiously.
Casper turns from Erik to Isaac. He nods, "I am Casper Edgewalker. Stargazer
theurge cub."
Erik pulls his knees to his chest, wrappinf his arms around them. He seems
aware of Isaac's interest, but doesn't meet the large wolf's eyes.
Isaac inhales audibly and then licks his nose. I am a Philodox of the Silver
Fangs. I don't have a wolf name but some people call me Stands Alone and
some people call me Chews Rocks.
The masked' figure's voice, though musical, is also muffled and low. "Erik
Sings-in-Shadow. Galliard of the Fianna."
Isaac turns an ear backward. Why do you have a white leaf on your face?
Blackstripe's ears lay back with unease. No, I did not know of it. She does
not live on the Bawn, does she?
Erik sighs quietly at the male Fang's question.
Sepdet climbs out of the entrance to the buried shelter nestled among the
trees to the southwest.
Blackstripe is settled on her haunches somewhat between Isaac and Midnight,
but facing the Get of Fenris.
Falcon's Wing enters the compound.
Erik lowers his head, half burying it in his folded arms and showing no sign
of answering Isaac's question about the mask.
Sepdet stretches and shakes herself vigorously, sniffing and glancing around
the compound warily.
Midnight chuffs without distress to Blackstripe, flicking an ear casually. No.
She is well clear of the bawn. In fact, this one thinks the Bastet provides
some protection from the banes who lurk in the old mines.
Falcon's Wing pads in quietly, snuffling about to find who's done what where
lately.
Isaac's attention is drawn immediately away from Erik by the appearance of
Sepdet. Hope Star. He stands, some tension building in his body.
Sepdet herself relaxes, seeing no immediate crisis, and giving Isaac a wry
smile. ~Heya. Want to give me an extra pair of eyes tonight on patrol?~
Isaac's ears pull forward and his jaw opens slightly. Help you? His grin
broadens. Yes. I wish to help.
Sepdet strolls over to Isaac and kneels, setting her hand lightly on his
shoulder. ~I know,~ she murmurs. As she draws in closer to the others, her
eyes drop automatically and briefly as her gaze passes by Blackstripe. It
comes to rest upon Casper.
Casper notices the gaze as he has been watching Sepdet himself. He nods and
says simply, "Hello, I'm casper Edgewalker. Stargazer theurge cub."
Erik lifts his head slightly to fix shadowed eyes upon the elfin Strider, his
gaze flickering across her face without actually touching and meeting her
eyes. He shifts his weight slightly, vaguely disturbed by something.
Isaac pushes his nose into Sepdet's shoulder. I want a pack, too. Like you
have. I want to always be there to help and to have a pack. Dropping
slightly and pulling back a step he allows his eyes to look at Sepdet's
face. I want to be with your pack.
Blackstripe relaxes a little, but still doesn't seem entirely comfortable with
it. She motions reluctant assent. It is good that I know this, too. It would
not do to be surprised that she is here.
Sepdet replies evenly to Casper, ~Sepdet Swims-through-silver, Strider Seer.~
There is a brief awkward pause, as if something were left out. ~Harbinger of
Hope, sometimes. Well met.~ Her attention is abruptly drawn back to Isaac.
She holds his gaze searchingly.
Midnight watches Sepdet for a moment before looking back at the Silver Fang
elder. The cat's den is a place of strength. Many who know little of the
Shadow can even sense the bastet's den. But a few can and
this-one-and-others watch it carefully. Perhaps Midnight could take
Blackstripe there one night when the moon pales.
Sepdet tilts her head curiously to one side and eases off before she makes him
too uncomfortable. ~I know your worth,~ she says, not unkindly. ~Why the
Wind?~
Falcon's Wing pads back out, just as quietly.
Falcon's Wing leaves the compound.
Blackstripe's ear flickers once. Perhaps. I am reluctant to leave the Bawn,
though.
Midnight studies the Silver Fang elder for a time. Blackstripe-rhya is not the
Warder is she?
Jessie climbs out of the entrance to the buried shelter nestled among the
trees to the southwest.
Blackstripe answers simply. I am not.
Erik pushes to his feet, rather suddenly and without much warning, and slips
as unobtrusively as possible out of the compound.