Asylum of Mother Moon. (Chapter one) The Red Dragon. (WtF)
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				Title: <strong>Asylum of Mother Moon. (Chapter one) The Red Dragon. (WtF)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 10:25:00</strong>
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				Asylum of Mother Moon. (Chapter one)<br><br>For various reasons, a number of young Uratha have been drawn to the City of Worcester in the Midlands of England. It is certainly a magnificent City with a great deal of history. The population is diverse as are the other supernatural races. Though not on what one might consider friendly terms with each othere, there is a tentative concord as each faction has its own trouble to worry about.<br><br>Though the territory is relatively large, with the new arrivals tensions are beginning to get a little frayed. With that in mind the alpha James Forester has come up with a solution. There is another territory that as yet is unused and has been uncontested, the reason being a place of power which is there. The Old Asylum on the outskirts of the village of Powick. Though it does have a great deal of power, it is certainly tainted in many ways and apparently the spirits there are more than restless, it has also been suggested that there have been a number of disappearances in the area.<br><br>The territory also includes part of the Malvern Hills, though there has been little trouble lately the Pure have been known to try to flex there muscles and claws to gain more of this beautiful and wild landscape. It is suggested that any pack that can tame the asylum will gain Malvern and its hills for themselves.<br><br>It is early Spring when James calls a meeting, they always meet and a pub called the Red Dragon. It is almost opposite Forgate Street Station, (Railway Station), and the renowned Public School where only the wealthy and the extremely bright can consider a place. <br><br>http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/87/Clock_block_rgs.jpg (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/87/Clock_block_rgs.jpg)<br><br>http://s0.geograph.org.uk/photos/43/78/437892_10b2a594.jpg (http://s0.geograph.org.uk/photos/43/78/437892_10b2a594.jpg)<br><br>The Pub itself is a relatively old building, it has a pleasant atmosphere, the two main spirits that reside here are a small red dragon about the size of a dog, who claims to be a part of ‘The Red Dragon.’ (Y Ddraig Goch.) the other seems to have no form but smells of gunpowder.<br><br>There is also a school boy wearing the old fashioned garb of the Grammer school(a ghost) that spends most of his time in the loo’s. A Scottish woman too that weeps most of the time for her husband. She is dressed as they would have been during the English Civil war.<br><br>The place is run by two blooded humans, Abigail and Mark White. They have too children.<br><br>When an important meeting of the Uratha is set up then the pub is closed for a private function. <br><br><br>(Thus tonight the Pub is closed and the Local pack are sitting and talking. Feel free to enter, your characters will all know them.)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Asylum of Mother Moon. (Chapter one) The Red Dragon. (WtF)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 18:36:59</strong>
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				In the last moments of sunset, a small girl with fiery red hair, fair skin, and green eyes scanned the rooftops while not bidding Helios a good evening.&nbsp; She wore a black leather jacket over a matching corset-top and snug leather pants, athletic shoes, and climbing gloves with ornamented knuckle studs.&nbsp; <br><br>When the darkness was upon her and her eyes had adjusted, she let urge to light up a cigarette with her father that always hit right about now pass, then scampered down the side of the pub and walked around and headed back inside, taking off the gloves.&nbsp; <br><br>At the bar, she asked, "Mr. White, I'll have a pint of Royal Crown on the rocks."&nbsp; She looked up at him, green eyes wide and inocent, and offered, "I have ID if you like."&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 02:27:05</strong>
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				As night began to fall Blood Fang approached the Pub. His entire set of clothes were made of leather and in such a way that they were close to his body. Simultaneously giving off the look of a muscled frame that still made him look slim due to his height and also the look of a vagabond who had no skills to offer the real world. His clothes were tattered with small cuts and holes here and there yet each one earned in battle just like the scars he bore. While he wore pants and a sturdy pair of boots, he wore nothing over his chest, only a long leather trench coat over his frame that was kept open to show his bare chest and abdomen, as well as every muscle beneath from the bulging pecks to the flawless six pack on his stomache and yet finally over his heart there was a scar. It was not a scar caused by knife, gun, or claw but rather intentionally put there to be a work of art and a marking that this man felt the burning passion and responsibility of a warrior. There was no mistake that all these things told those around him that he was a blood talon.<br><br>As they entered he felt something from his partner and looked back at the green duffel bag slung over his shoulder. "Easy now, were not here to kill or even fight. This is just a meeting, but you might get a meal later. Im going to fight every one of them eventually." He walked up to the bar and sat down on one of the stools, suddenly wondering how long it had been since he had been in such an establishment. "Water please." he said softly before looking over at the other one by the bar. He smiled, not in the way that one might smile at a beautiful woman but how a predetor might smile when its found prey. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Asylum of Mother Moon. (Chapter one) The Red Dragon. (WtF)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 11:31:37</strong>
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				Mark smiled and shook his head, “Listen love, this is a private party so you can drink what you damn well please” He did get her drink for her however, “Once the meeting starts me and the Mrs will be buggering off anyways. So you can get your own. There you go love, I am expecting the boss will be here pretty soon.<br><br>It was Abigail that took out a bottle of water from the fridge and gave the man a glass. She said nothing, aster all she was used to the different types of Uratha even if she was not entirely sure of the specifics.<br><br>At present there were s few others in the&nbsp; pub too, the tall lean Rahu was sitting with his charge, and her own little pack of dogs.<br><br>“Look Marianne,” he said looking her straight in the eye, “You are going to have to promise to behave tonight.” His voice bore a soft welsh accent and he was certainly gently spoken.<br><br>She sighed and let out a teenage snort. “I mean it…I will call William to pick you up. I am sure he can find some school work for you. You know this is important cariad. Look go and get yourself a drink, and get me a pint too.” He nodded to the others at the bar and then leaned back in his chair. <br><br>The girl because that was all she was, was certainly small and very thin, waves of aggression though seemed to seep from her very pores. Still that could have been the fact she was a teenager.<br><br>“Whiskey for me, and a beer…make mine a double.”<br>&nbsp;“That will be two beers then,” Mark filled two pints of one of the local ales. “So how is William?”<br><br>“Boring as fuck, the bastard is trying to get me into school.”<br>She looked to the other two, “I suppose I should ask you to join us or something. Bleidd is trying to teach me manners”<br><br>If she was intimidated by either of the two it certainly didn’t show.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Asylum of Mother Moon. (Chapter one) The Red Dragon. (WtF)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 18:48:33</strong>
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				The redhead in black leather, jacket open to bare her neck down to a genearous bit of cleavage thrust high by her corest-top, saluted the two werewolves she knew with a lift of the pint and took a sip.&nbsp; She glanced at the newcomer, vaguely incestuous admiration dancing in her eyes for his muscles, though as they lingered on the mark, she made a sign of respect clear to those fluent in first tongue, little more than instinct to her.&nbsp; <br><br>Then she headed over to the pack.&nbsp; She paused by one of the four dogs and ruffled his hair, then scratched his nose.&nbsp; "Hey there, Red," she said before perching on a chair next to the young teen.&nbsp; "How's it going, Marianne?&nbsp; The old geaser giving you a hard time?"&nbsp; Bliedd, the soft voiced Welshman, probably had fewer years on the older redhead then the older redhead had on the yonger redhead, Marianne.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>MzNurse</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 01:51:53</strong>
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				Dina approached the pub nervously.&nbsp; She was still new to all this werewolf business, still learning, and now there was another meeting. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs leading to the pub and took a deep breath.&nbsp; There were people in here, people that only she could see.&nbsp; Ghosts.&nbsp; And they would talk to her and expect to her and expect her to respond. Not to respond would be rude. But to respond, to talk to them... She sighed.&nbsp; She'd been teased all her life for seeing and talking to ghosts, and she didn't particularly want it to start again.<br><br>She quit stalling and started walking again, hoping that, just this once, the spirits would be quiet. She knew, of course, she couldn't be that lucky. and she was right.&nbsp; She wasn't ten steps inside the door when the woman stopped her.&nbsp; "Please," the nearly transparent redhead asked, "'ave ye&nbsp; seen Himself, me 'usband?" Dina looked at her sadly and shook her head. The woman's shoulders shook and Dina couldn't resist reaching up to pat her comfortingly, regardless of how ridiculus it looked to others. <br><br>She walked up to the bar and ordered a Coke, giving the bartender a shy smile as she did so. She heard the creak of the door and the childish giggle when the bartender turned his back to get the soda, and instinctively turned toward the sound. She couldn't stop the return smile that came to her lips when she saw the shimmering blue-eyed blonde boy peeking out of the women's loo. She picked up her coke and pretended to hide behind it, chuckling softly as she was rewarded with a peal of laughter as the bathroom door slammed shut, seemingly, to all others, of its own accord. She still had a smile on her face as she headed into the back room where the meeting was held. The whiff of gunpowder made her stop, and she shuddered as the cold mist brushed past her.<br><br>She took a seat at the end of the table, sitting apart from the others. She sighed and reached down beside her, where no dog lay, and scratched behind the dragon's ears.&nbsp; She was rewarded with a deep purr. She didn't look at the others, simply sipped her soda and scratched the dragon's ears, waiting for the meeting to start.
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 10:53:39</strong>
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				Dina had been blessed or perhaps cursed from birth, for there were times when the dead ones of the spirit world became apparent to her. One could not be sure whether it had been her wolf blood or something else entirely…<br><br>However since her change under the crescent moon and her patronage of the death wolf, the one known as Kamdius-Ur her talents were more apparent. Still at least she had control over it now which was something rather useful for there were times when one did not wish to see spirits. Or the half world of shadow. <br><br>Something was niggling slightly though at the young woman, the sense of needing to belong, Anna had explained it to her, it was the need for pack, for without pack an Uratha&nbsp; will become as nothing, as they loose touch with themselves.<br><br>The dragon wandered off it was a proud creature and had business to attend to. Slowly then the images from the hisil faded, though occasionally the woman caught a glimpse of a distant echo of the past, though they were not sentient beings. The others too were aware of the passage of the past within the confines of the place. The veil was weak here.<br><br>Marrianne turned to look at Shana, she curled her lip slightly and said, “Did anyone never tell yeah that yeah dress like a fuckin’ slapper. A dirty bloody…” It was then without warning Bleidd grabbed her he was fast and agile without further ado, as he apologised he dragged the girl out by her collar.<br><br>It was about that time that another three of the local pack came into the bar from upstairs. There was Anna and Sam, and also Amelia. The three were in deep conversation as they as they walked through the pub. They smiled at the new comers as they approached the bar and ordered drinks. Amelia watched Bleidd dragging out the young Uratha and chuckled. “Poor bugger has his work cut out.”<br><br>From the conversation it appeared that James was on his way and should not be long, and that he was with the other two members of the pack.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 10:46:36</strong>
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				Giggling, Shana reached over and snagged the rude girl's beer, toasted her, then waved good bye to her dogs.&nbsp; "See ya, Red."&nbsp; <br><br>She took a long drag on the house brew, then grnned happily and turned to toast the barman.&nbsp; "A most excelent ale!" she called, and slapped the table three times.&nbsp; <br><br>She turned back to the incoming and grinned ear to ear at the sight of Amelia 'Death Wish' Lightfoot, sable haired with eyes like liquid night.&nbsp; The one who bungee jumped.&nbsp; <br><br>Green eyes met those wild, liquid black eyes, and she grinned a winsome grin before turning to the barman and asking, "oi, will you take my money if i want to buy someone a drink?"&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 04:23:55</strong>
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				He drank the water in a few swift gulps before placing the glass down on the counter again, asking for another as his eyes scanned over the others present. He hated these meetings how it was a "hurry up and wait" feeling that they often had. He would much rather be out training himself to fight, hunting down a meal, or preparing to perform a ritual. 
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 21:53:20</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“I am sure I can take your money …why is it your rounds love?” The barman smiled back at her, he was a jovial enough man, and though most respectful of the Uratha, he certainly knew his place, but was also aware of the value he had for the aid he gave the local pack. <br><br>Amelia did look at the young wolf, gave her a smile and then returned to her conversation with Anna. After all this now moon was young, she would learn soon. Hopefully. Anna drank her water slowly , and the Iron Master with her finished her juice.<br><br>Abigail quietly got the blood Fang another bottle of water without fuss or ceremony, though she did smile politely. Occasionally the muffled sounds of a ‘telling off’ and perhaps even a fight could be heard outside. However it was ignored as this was obviously not something uncommon.<br><br>After a short time, a female of perhaps 17 walked in the had a large scraggy dog at her side, she also, she was also carrying something bloody in her back pack. Her hair was dark as was her complexion though her eyes were blue. Her hair was worn long and there was a hat pulled down over her head. Her clothes were serviceable and practical, yet she wore more gold than one might expect.<br><br>Anna turned to look at her, “Ahhh you made it, the Alpha will be here soon…”<br><br>The girl had a motor mouth it was difficult to understand her with the speed that the words spilled from her mouth and her rather strong accent. <br><br>James was not long in coming though, he was still dressed in a suit and was finishing a phone call, and with him was Abigail and Robert. He looked about the pub, Mark was already getting his ‘usual’ his eyes flicked towards the noise outside and he sighed.<br><br>It was then he spoke, the Elodoth was had an educated accent, and an authoritative demeanor, her certainly drew the attention of all those present.<br><br>“So, shall we begin?” He looked to the two humans and they instinctively left from behind the bar. This was no longer a place they should be.<br><br>Bleidd returned with a quiet Marianne and they both sat down. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 05:52:51</strong>
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				He downed his second glass of water and picked up the small duffel bag he had brought in, slinging it over his right shoulder as he walked with them. He didnt have any words yet, he would wait till they had begun the meeting to talk though he hoped that the meeting would be quick and that a pack would reveal itself with some space. That would be perfect, able to challenge potential pack members to ritual combat to test them and see if they were worthy of his skills. 
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