Place : Farmhouse

Time : It is currently 14:03 Pacific Time on Wed Mar 30 2005.

Weather : Currently in Saint Claire, it is partly sunny. The temperature is 52 degrees Fahrenheit (11 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 12 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.34 and rising, and the relative humidity is 61 percent. The dewpoint is 39 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase : Currently the moon is in the waning Gibbous Moon phase (64% full).

Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room

All doorways in the front part of the house lead to the front hallway, a J-shaped area with the short tail starting at the stairs, the front door hitting the bottom curve, the doorless opening to the living room halfway up the long side, and the also doorless opening to the kitchen and dining room at the very top. The hall has a simple wooden floor, and decorated with a generic print of soft-colored flowers hanging on the wall to the right of the front door, and a tall table sitting under the print which serves as a place to toss keys. A closet under the stairs serves as a place to hang coats or to toss shoes.
The doorless opening to the living room is halfway up the side of the hall's J, and the word cozy might spring to mind when looking into is, as it seems to radiate comforting vibrations. A long couch sits against the south wall beneath a large bay window curtained only by sheers that manages to obscure the view in but only filters the day's light. A variety of out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which line the eastern wall. Three chairs sit about the room, focused inward, to allow group conversations. Large floor pillows are stacked in one corner of the room, except one, which lies carelessly in the middle of the floor, apparently left out the last time it was used.
An opening in the northern end of the hallway allows access to the kitchen and dining room at the back of the house, while carpeted stairs twist up at the other end of the hall, leading to the second floor. A door at the base of the J lets out to the front porch.

A nice afternoon, for the time of year at least. The sun is out, and though the air is cold it's quite pleasant. From outside comes the sound of footsteps up the path, followed by a sharp rapping on the door. Without pause for a response, the door swings open and a brown-haired girl steps in. In her hand is a long white envelope. She looks around the room and calls out "Hello? Anyone home?" in a bright, cheerful voice.

Kathryn-Laura(#3278PXc)

At a little over five foot tall and with a slim build, KL is hardly awe-inspiring on first sight. She appears to be around seventeen years old and still carries a teenager's air of disenchantment and irritation.
Her mid-length mousy-brown hair is brushed back out of her eyes and behind her ears. It's not exactly styled, as it appears to have been hacked at without any hint of hairdressing expertise, but it's at least had contact with a brush at some point recently. She would be quite attractive - in particular she has a very cute, upturned, nose - were it not for the sullen and aggressive set of her mouth and the hostility of her gaze. Her hazelnut eyes look out with disappointment and poorly hidden anger, as if the world were a holiday villa that didn't match the travel agent's description. Her skin is oddly pale, and on her right shoulder-blade a two-inch-square tattoo of a winged horse is visible. Physically, she's well proportioned, and her bare arms show a tight musculature that speaks of regular exercise.
She's got a habit of slouching and of leaning up against any available support. When she forgets to slouch, however, she moves with a surprising degree of grace and compact poise.
She is wearing a faded and beaten up pair of blue jeans that are just a little too large for her, and have holes in the knees, a pair of worn combat boots and a faded red tank top with "And your little doggy too!" emblazoned across the front. The tank top has a badly-repaired tear across the chest, causing the word "little" to be have its second "t" deformed. Similarly, the jeans have a set of unrepaired holes on her left thigh, pale skin showing behind the rents.

Basil

A strange sort of air hangs about this boy. At a mere height of 4'7" tall, he almost seems intimidating despite his shortness. Brown, straight and well washed hair has been combed in a simple fashion, reaching just past his chin. An blend of curiousity and hardness seems to pool in his blue-grey eyes, reflecting some of his nature. The boy isn't what one would call handsome but rather, pretty. Angular features, a small chin combined with a little nose don't exactly make him look manly. His build doesn't help this either. Saying he was lean would be generous, skinny would be more on target. A baggy grey sweat shirt and equally baggy matching pair of sweat pants with the strings tied tightly in front. Bare feet with long toenails move the boy here and there.

Basil hears the entry into the house and the casual way the door swings, the way the person's feet fall on the floor. Probably not an intruder. Basil walks back in from the kitchen, holding a coke in one hand and the last piece of a peanut butter sandwhich in his mouth. He holds up one finger to her, swallows the last bit of bread, then chops his lips. "Hey. Yeah, I'm home. So are some others, I think. You live here or... ?" He gives her the once over, studying the lady and her features.

"Fuck no." KL replies, looking the boy down and up...well, as far up as he goes. "I mean, not that this is a bad place or anything, just a bit crowded at times." She pauses, and lets the door slam shut behind her with a loud bang. "I've not seen you about before, have I?"

Basil says "If you think this is crowded, you haven't spent enough time in the city. To me?" He raises his hands up and takes a deep breath of air. "This is paradise. But nah, you haven't seen me around before. I'm... 'New' here. So what family are you from?" The boy ask, sitting down casually on a couch. "And are you lookin' for someone in particular?"

"Well, Megan actually, but I've got a note" - she waves it helpfully - "if she's not about." KL says, with a grin. "I suppose I should give you an introduction. I'm KL Cole, Cliath Ahroun of the Black Furies, rited Escapes-From-Money." She gives a little bow, without taking her eyes off the cub.

Basil says "Megan... Megan. Nope, doesn't ring a bell. See? Really new. She might be around and I haven't seen her... Or maybe she'll just turn up." He sprawls his body out on the couch, leaning back and yawning, running a hand through his now untangled hair. He smiles when she introduces herself though, and he bows his head to her. "Good, so you are safe to talk about then eh? Didn't want to worry about breaking some of the rules on accident. Pleasure to meet you, KL Cole-Rhya. Never heard of that family before... Believe it or not though, I'm an Ahroun too. Girly, but supposedly I'm supposed to be a warrior."

"Tribe?" KL asks, leaning on the back of a sofa. "How new is new?" She smiles pleasantly. "And I'm only moderately safe to talk to." Her lips part to bare some teeth, a curiously hostile gesture even with the grin that she's still sporting.

Basil says "Ain't got none. I'm lost, and waiting for someone to claim me, just like luggage at the airport. I'd say I've been furry for about a week now, maybe less. Still learning the basics. Trying to figure out things. Wondering where I belong and who wants me. All that fun stuff." He grins back at her and gives the woman a thumbs up. "Well, you can't be too much more dangerous then Emma. If you are, I guess that'll make talking all the more fun."

This gets a massive grin from KL, and she bobs her head a couple of times. "I'm almost exactly as dangerous as Emma, only two inches taller. How are you coping? Don't be afraid to ask for help or for things to be explained. Most people will go out of their way to help you out." She looks around the room for a second, as if considering something. "Where're you from?"

Basil smirks a little bit at her. "Yeah, but the difference is, you don't seem so pissed off and as much of the 'Cub be quiet, or I smash!' type like Emma. I will give her this though, she punches plenty hard." He sits up a bit more, leaning now with his elbows on his knees, watching her as he talks. "Eh. I guess it could be worse. The Werewolf thing, I mean. To be honest with you, I'm mostly just happy to be out here. With the wind, the grass, and all that nature type stuff." Basil just shrugs his shoulders on the last part. "I know that, but I'm not really sure what to ask about. Good to know there are friendly types about though, heh. I'm from the city. Not the 'burbs, or the places with the clean sidewalks. Just the dirty, grey city. You know?"

The Black Fury slides around the couch and sits down opposite Basil. "Oh yes, I'm the pleasant one. Emma's the snarly one. Yeah." She smirks and chuckles quietly. "It's a lot to do with Luna." she waves at the sky vaguely. "She's slimming at the moment. Easier to be nice. When she's fat, like she was a week ago, then it's light blue touchpaper and stand well back." Resting her elbows on her knees, she props her chin on her hands, her hair dropping down over her shoulders. "Yeah, I know the city. Not well, but I'm getting there. I'm from Denver originally. So, what happened with your first change? Anyone die?"

Basil says "Yeah... I heard about the moon thing. I feel a bit more relaxed now too, but generally this is how I am. Which made it a little disturbing when I started flipping out over stupid shit." He shakes his head a bit at that. "I have a lot to learn about the whole controlling the beast thing. I don't want to be at my friend's throats or anything, when I make them." He takes a sip off of his soda. "Mile high huh? I heard it's nicer out there then these cities. But I think all cities are like where I came from. They are just nicer where the money flows." He does smile at the last part and shakes his head. "No. I didn't kill anyone. Thank God."

"I did." KL says, simply. "At least, I think so. I wasn't really paying much attention. Yeah, Denver's nice. The Rockies are nicer. I'm much less comfortable in cities than I used to be, but that's what spending all your time running around woods will do." She puts her head on one side. "Megan's the Sept Alpha - she's in charge of everyone - so be polite if you meet her, hey?" KL blinks a couple of times. "Well, try to be, anyway."

Basil says "Heh... Well, you didn't do it on purpose. Everyone makes mistakes or does something wrong in their life... But they aren't important. The mistakes, I mean. It's what you do with your time, or more importantly... If you care when you do something. Atonement, all that fun stuff." He shakes his head a little bit. "Haven't been in the woods yet. I'll go soonish, though, I think. Depends on if the warden lets me out to play, or where my trainer, or trainers take me. But I'll try to remember that. And besides, I live in a house full of people that can change into monsters and kick my ass. I'm polite to everyone. When I can help it, anyways."

"Best to ask before you go out." KL says. "Especially this early on." She pushes herself up out of the seat and walks around behind it. "Who's looking after you? Anyone particular?" She looks at the envelope in her hands again. "I better go to pin this on the fridge."

Basil says "Yeah, I know that. Kenneth made that clear. And I don't want to break any rules or do something stupid, or else people will never listen to me. And Tribes won't want a fuck up." He just shakes his head again and leans back so he can continue to watch her. "Nope. No one. I'm allllllll alone. But yeah, I can wait a minute while you hang up your message."

KL grimaces hard. "Really need to find someone to talk at least temporary responsibility for you. And it can't be me." She pauses. "Because I'm not officially part of the sept yet, and because you can't be in my tribe, before you ask." With a swivel on her foot, the Fury heads for the kitchen, envelope held to the fore.

Basil shrugs his shoulders and chuckles quietly to himself, glancing out of the screen door. "Whenever they come, they come. I'm sure the grown ups have all sorts of important wolfy things to do, much more important then me. I can wait." He drains the last of his soda and sets the can on the table, tapping his fingers on his thigh. "Alright. What is a Sept, why aren't you part of it, and why can't I be in your Tribe?"

KL, returning from the kitchen without the envelope, grins widely. "Right. A Sept is a group of Garou, usually formed around a Caern, which is a sacred place of Gaia. Has anyone mentioned Gaia to you?" She doesn't wait for an answer. "The Caern here is over there a few miles." Another hand-wave, covering east to south, roughly. "The Sept Alpha is in charge of all the Garou in the Sept. Including, ultimately, you. Anyway, I'm not a part of it because I'm from elsewhere, and to join I have to pay something called chiminage, which I haven't done yet. All clear?" This is rattled off a quite a pace. "What was the other thing?"

Basil says "Ah... I sort of get it then. The group of 'Roo guarding the holy land from the infidels. Yeah, I've heard a little about her. The Triat. The Triat kind of sounds like the typical set you'd find on a sitcom. I see though. The Alpha is the high poobah. Like the alpha in a wolf pack. Isn't surprising really, all groups of people need a leader. Even democracies have a president or so on." He shrugs. "She must be something if she's at the top of the heap though. So, you have anything shiny to give in chiminage? Crystal clear. The last bit was why can't I join your Tribe."

This gets a bit of a sigh. "I don't know that I do have anything to give. I guess Megan might think of something. I'm kind of useful, but only in limited circumstances." KL says, slumping back in her seat. "Oh, you can't join my tribe because we're all women. No men allowed."

Basil says "I'm sure you have plenty to give. Time'll tell what the alpha wants though, then you'll get your chance to give it. Don't worry." He looks at her when she says the last part, then starts smirking like the devil, finding it vastly amusing for some reason or another. "Well, thats awfully sexist of you. You aren't going to start preaching about how women are superior to men, or if women ran the world there would be no wars, are you? I've read books that have had that opinion, and it's really... Mind boggling."

"I don't know about no wars, but it's men that have led the world to where it is today. Led us away from the natural balance, and left us with all that you see around you. Vast sprawling cities. Pollution. Disease. Malnutrition. Roads everywhere." KL says, a sudden vehemence behind her words. "Women abused and mistreated all over the world. We fight to make things a little better. Just a step at a time."

Basil shakes his head a little bit at her. "Nah. It isn't a man problem. I don't think so. I think it's more of a human problem, a problem with cultures so different from each other coming into contact. And greed. Kind of our fault too, isn't it? We let the human population kind of explode. No predators for a species kind of makes it explode, like with deer." He lifts his hands, spreading his fingers wide then lets them drop again. "I've seen plenty of women with black eyes though, so you don't need to tell me. And I was always taught not to hit girls, but uh... If they hit, and it hurts... Well."

"I'd expect even a cub to know the difference between a fair fight and abuse." KL snaps, her eyes suddenly hard. She folds her arms across her chest, and then continues in a quieter, tenser voice. "There's a lot of things you don't understand yet. And there are probably some that you never will. But this is a man's world that we live in, and that's what's led us to where we are now. And if it is the Garou's 'fault', then it was done over the objections of the Black Furies, by the Get, and by the Silver Fangs, and the Shadow Lords."

Basil lifts a finger up, still maintaining a casual, friendly smile despite her change in demeanor. "I didn't know if you did. I know of more then a few that think a guy shouldn't hit a girl no matter what. It may be a man's world, but at least it's better here. We've made progress in the world. In the first world at least. Some of the stuff I've read about Africa, and the Middle East? Man, now that is a fucked up culture. I'd be all with you if you wanted to go castrate some dickheads like that. But... It could be the same in a society run by women with men in the back seat. It probably just worked out with men being the leaders, because... Well. By nature, most men are physically superior. I don't mean that makes it right, or that we're better then girls because of it. I'm just saying. If humans were like spiders, and the females were bigger, well." He shrugs. "But yeah, I know I'm a new guy. I'm looking to learn, and find my place though... And I'm sorry if I offended you, Cole-Rhya.

"KL." The Fury corrects. "My name is KL. It's short for Kathryn-Laura, but don't ever call me that. The Cole bit is my surname. And don't bother with the -rhya with me, though it's good form." She's still speaking that slightly hushed, slightly hurried, slightly tense voice. "And yeah, it's pretty bad in the middle east, though many of the Striders are OK. But if you think it's "OK" here, where the pa...where the weaver has gone mad, then you're very much mistaken. And yeah, many men are fucking well physically superior, and they can beat the fuck out of women left right and centre, but the vast majority have shit and fucking testosterone for brains." Her voice rises a note or two as her language coarsens. "So, Mr. I-understand-the-fucking-world-even-though-I'm-a-fucking-cub, I suggest you hand in your fucking Get-of-Fenris application form real fucking quick, as they'll just fucking well love you." Her cheeks are flushed and she suddenly stands, and walks towards a wall, her arms tense and squeezing her chest firmly.

Basil lifts his hands again, looking up towards the ceiling with a sigh as he stands. Arms fully out, he lets them drop to his sides with a soft 'clap' against his pants. "I wasn't saying it was OK here. I was sayin' its better then those barbarians that make then women walk around in sheets, then hide behind the shield of religion when someone attacks their ways. I wasn't even saying it was ok to... Nevermind. I'm just being a stupid cub that doesn't know anything, again. I can't offer views on anything, or theories, because everyone around here just gets too pissed." He shakes his head and runs a hand through his long brown hair. "I don't even know who the Fenris are, but I've been thinking of the Children. See, they listen to me even when they disagree so far. And they don't start cursing or hit me when they get mad. But I'll leave you alone, because I don't want to get sucker punched again. See you, KL." He walks into the kitchen, then out the back door.

KL forms her hand into a fist, and is about to smash the wall when she obviously thinks better of the idea. Or, perhaps, remembers that it's someone else's wall. She swivels on her heel and strides for the front door, opening it and storming out, letting it crash behind her, even louder than when she came in.


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