[Mature]Werewolf: The Forsaken - Preludes

[Shalimar]

"I uh...I thought we got choose what tribe we wished to belong to...was I wrong about that? Or is it because she got to see your tribes totem and promised to do whatever it was that a ban is? And is a ban what it sounds like? Something that a werewolf can't do, or must do? Is there a ban for each tribe just like there is a totem for each tribe?"

"Hey...uh are there werewolves who just aren't part of any pack or tribe? Like if they don't want to be and no one wants to be with them? It doesn't sound safe if we always get attacked by spirits and stuff, but are there werewolves like that?" Faith asks, sounding like she is slightly afraid of being one of the ones without a pack or tribe.

 

[Festy_Dog]

“Max Roman, he is the alpha of the Silver Syndicate, hell he found the ban for Gurdilag… and led the fight against the idigam. The man is a living legend, and that is saying something for an Iron Master. He got some weird ideas though about unity, and making some kind of uratha nation,” Buzz replies.

“It just ain’t natural, but he keeps trying,” Buzz adds with a wild smile.

"Silver Syndicate... Gurdilag... Idigam... Iron Master... Those went over my head. What I understand is that werewolves -uratha I mean- are not unifed. So they fight each other? The carnage from earlier happens often?" Piotr asked.

He tugged his packet of cigarettes from a pocket of his borrowed pants, only to find he lost his last few cigarettes when they were flung somewhere during the fight.

 

[Graf]

Camera perches happly on the side of the group.
Five new ones...
That's me....
I'm one of them...
I have my own crew now...

He looks aprehensively at the two women.
What if they don't like me?"

 

[DrZombie]

"Silver Syndicate... Gurdilag... Idigam... Iron Master... Those went over my head. What I understand is that werewolves -uratha I mean- are not unifed. So they fight each other? The carnage from earlier happens often?" Piotr asked.

He tugged his packet of cigarettes from a pocket of his borrowed pants, only to find he lost his last few cigarettes when they were flung somewhere during the fight.

Drake takes his pack from his coat and offers them to Piotr. "Here you go, Watson. Have one of mine."
He takes his hip flask and takes a swallow, then hands it to Piotr as well. "And I think you could use a feckin' drink as well"

"Feck this feckin' mess."

He looks pensive for a while, not saying mutch.

"This feckin Roman better have some feckin' answers."

 

[Tokiwong]

Max Roman’s Estate

Isaac replies to Faith, “The choice of tribe is a personal one, sometimes we choose for ourselves sometimes that choice is made for us. Every situation is unique and there are those among the Forsaken that seek the less traveled path, that of the Ghost Wolf… one without a tribe. I chose the Bone Shadows, but that does not mean that Camera must follow my path. In some bloodlines this is so, but not mines. In the end the tribe you choose, is a personal and spiritual choice.”

Max adds, “It is never safe to go alone, but some try… the path of the lone wolf is dangerous but not entirely impossible.”

Outside an old white utility van pulls up behind Isaac’s Cadillac.

 

[Tokiwong]

Black Moon Extreme’s Van

Buzz shrugs, “You don’t got to understand it all right now dude. You just need to understand that yeah we fight each other all the time. We fight for respect, territory, and all kinds of $#!+ like that. If someone has what you want, you either ask them for it, or you take it. If they are too weak to hold it then they don’t deserve it.”

Moriarty brings the van to a halt, “We are here.”

Buzz opens the back door, and steps out, “Answers?” she looks at Drake, “You want answers, hell we all want answers. Max Roman, the Silver Syndicate, they got a lot of answers but they don’t have all of them. You want answers you go find Father Wolf… course he is just a corpse now, so that may be a little difficult.”

Outside is a baby blue Cadillac Deville in front of the van; both parked in front of rustic and large estate. Buzz grins, “Come on follow me.”

Drake and Piotr make their arrival with Buzz.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Piotr gratefully accepted the cigarette and the swig of drink. It made accepting the unusual somewhat easier.

"I'm a slow learner Buzz, so I'm glad that I don't need to take it all in straight away," he admits.

Walking into the room with so many others present Piotr can't feel a little self-conscious about his appearance. Piotr is in his mid-thirties, but his eyes give him the look of an older man. His hair is an even mix of black and brown of about shoulder length hanging unkempt about his head, with a thick streak of grey for a fringe.

He is clean-shaven and a cigarette hangs from his mouth. His clothing is dirty and doesn't seem to be the correct size, and while one boot seems intact the scraps of the other are tied to his foot with the laces that must have once belonged to it. He notes the presence of the two young females whose clothing situations more or less resemble his own, but otherwise draws a blank on how he should behave at that moment.

Piotr defaults to his military training and stands at ease, waiting for someone to start explaining things to him.

 

[Shalimar]

Faith listens intently to Max and Isaac's explination of wolves going their own way, it didn't sound at all like what she wanted to do, it made her even more certain that she wanted to belong in a pack, either in the new pack, or in Max's if the other pack didn't work out, or Candace's even. "Do you want to be packmates?" she asks Ariella, her eyes wide, and her face very anxious not wanting to be rejected and end up the only girl in a group of older guys.

When the next group of werewolves arrived Faith looked\d them over quickly, and couldn't exactly pick out who was a new werewolf and who wasn't, they were all a lot older then her, and they all looked rather scruffy, not that she was a princess or anything at the moment. "Hi...I'm Faith, nice to meet you." says the youngest person in the room, the girl isn't close to being out of her teens. The thing that really jumps out at people seeing her is her pink hair, it screams notice me almost as much as her looks do, beautiful now, the girl looks like she'll be a complete knock out in a few years after she matures a bit more.

 

[Tokiwong]

Max Roman looks around at the gathered uratha. He clears his throat and begins speaking, “Welcome, Faith already knows my name but for the others, m name is Max Roman, alpha of the Silver Syndicate pack. These terms may seem alien to you but they are important terms that will you come to learn.”

“Each of you are uratha, the people, or in more common terms, werewolves. This may seem scary, exciting, or even unnerving but this is the reality of your new lives. Obviously, you are here because we can help you; it will be a difficult process for all of you but in the end it is my desire that we can create a new pack from the young uratha assembled here today. I think it is the will of the Firstborn that we bring you all together.”

“You will not have to go this alone though, I have the word of Isaac Shadow Sage that he will do what he can to aid this young pack… but as with all packs you will have to learn to function on your own,” Max finishes.

 

[Shayuri]

Ari shrugs at Faith's question and says, "Yeah, sure..." absently, though most of her attention is on the newcomers.

"Damn. Werewolves coming out of the woodwork tonight." Abruptly she holds up a hand and says, "Wait a second. Is this all related to me hearing little girls on the police radio and getting weird phantom bloodstains all over my hands?"