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It is currently 17:00 Pacific Time on Sun Feb 5 2012.
Currently the moon is in the waxing Full (Ahroun) Moon phase (89% full).
Edgewood House: Meadow
Tim has taken advantage of the nice day out and is in the meadow, minus his leather jacket and any shoes or socks. He has a long black bamboo staff in hand and is moving through something that looks like it's probably a form for a martial art. If the sweat in his hair is any indication he's been at it for a while now, and sometimes the pole lands funny and he stops, cursing under his breath.
Bright Eyes emerges from the woods, irritably shaking brambles from her coat and undoubtedly leaving bits of herself behind. She's followed by Thunderstrike, and gives the Lord a ta-da before shifting back to homid. "Ten percent rule, Tim," she calls in one of the pauses of the Strider's exercise.
Tim finishes out a wide sweep with the staff that stops in the muddy grass with a thud. "Ten percent what?" He runs his hands through his hair and nods a quick hello to Eli.
Eli looks over at Tim, nods, tugging his clothing down and into place after he's shifted back to homid himself. "Yeah," he says, looking at Shelby for a long moment before he turns to the side, pacing slightly and raising a hand to rub at his brow.
Clear blue and curious eyes have been watching the Strider from behind the safety of a pane of glass, no recognition of the man given. However, watching from afar is never as much fun as being around the action, so he takes one of Tim's mistakes as opportunity to slip outside. Off the porch he jumps and onto the ground, crossing toward the center of exercise. Movement also closing in on Tim pulls the boy's gaze that way. Likewise, he doesn't show recognition of Shelby, though she and Eli are both given a small grin.
"You have to be ten percent smarter than whatever you're working with," Shelby answers with a bright grin. "--So this is Edgewood," she continues to Eli, finishing a previous conversation. "I think the only thing I forgot to say earlier is that all food is fair game unless someone's name is on it."
Eli nods, thoughtful. "Right. Nikolai-rhya mentioned how to get here, briefly. But then I ran into the um." The Russian pauses, offering his nephew a grin. A very knowing grin. "Everything," Eli eventually decides.
"Oh, well, in that case, I'm fucked. Bamboo's the smartest damned thing on the planet." Tim gives the fraying staff a critical look, then leans on it. "It's a Get Kin's land," he adds to Shelby's description. "Ran into what?"
Ty shoots a quizzical look over Eli's grin before turning dismissively of his own question. A tip of his head points toward Tim's staff before his gaze rises to look at the Strider. "Pretty cool what you were doing. What is it?"
Shelby says, all outward sympathy, "Poor Tim. Hello, Ty. Yes, Tim, what were you doing?" All wide eyes and breathless interest for her lucky pack mate.
Eli shrugs his shoulders, and before actually speaking, a pack of cigarettes is pulled out from his pocket, one dragged out and lit. "Went out last night," the Ahroun says, after a long moment of concentration on the cigarette and its rite, "and found out about the uh. Mushrooms, on the bawn." The words are followed by a grimace.
"Silambattam," Tim says. "Bamboo staff fighting. But it's for the Hunt, mostly." He rolls his eyes at Shelby, then resumes his explanation to Ty. "The Hunt's a dance, and this is the one I use for it. I have to teach some folks, though, so I figured it was a good time to remind myself how it's done." He makes a small 'oh' at Eli. "So, uh, they're to be avoided?"
"Hello," Ty replies, returning his grin to Shelby. His gaze rests on her a touch longer, trying to place her or how she may know his name. It, too, is given a shrug, and his attention returns to Tim's explanation. "Bamboo staff fighting... Awesome."
The look Shelby gives the younger Ragabash is all bright-eyed interest, suspiciously like what she gave to Tim just a moment before. It shifts to something more sincere, however, after Eli's addition. "Oh, you hadn't heard? Yes, some of the mushrooms on the bawn are very... Alice in Wonderlandy. Get too close and they poof, and then it's bad 'shroom trips for everyone."
"Hadn't heard, nope," Eli grunts in assent after Shelby's statement. "Not an experience I care to repeat. Or at least not in the same company." Free hand raises, almost reflexively, to rub at his neck, in the more or less significant fashion that such a gesture can be. But then he stops, pinching the cigarette between two fingers again. "Might not be good for my health."
Tim makes a low 'mmmm' sound and nods at Eli. "Right. I'll, stay the hell away from them." He takes up the staff and moves towards the porch. "Anyone for a drink? There's some horchata in the fridge."
Ty casts a look off in the Bawn's direction, sly with a touch of smile. It's quickly gone again with a nod to Tim's question, running off ahead of the group to grab the door.
Shelby shoots a quizzical look at the Ahroun but doesn't ask. She moves instead to fall into step beside her packmate.
Pack> Tentatively, like someone unsure about this whole 'telephone' thing, Shelby wonders, "Has Ty had Break with the Past done yet?"
Eli lags for a moment, but then takes several very long steps to catch up to the Strider and the Fang. He just shakes his head, the sort of later-putting-it-off gesture, and looks up at Tim. "Horchata's not going to explode, right?" Grumble. Grump. Drag from the cigarette follows that, too.
Pack> Tim's reply is tinged with reassurance, probably for her hesitation. "Not that I know of."
Tim drops the staff down next to the porch and looks back over his shoulder at Eli. He goes up the steps without needing to look for them; his expression is one of uncertainty regarding the nature of the question. "...no? I don't think almond-rice-milk can do that."
Ty pulls the door open, looking past Tim and Shelby to Eli. One could think the boy's decided his uncle has lost his mind completely.
Pack> Shelby says "Nik apparently thinks the full moon is a perfect time to spray Ahroun with exploding soda." She's not nearly good enough to conceal her exasperation. "And people wonder why Ragabash aren't considered wise."
Pack> Tim gives a mental grunt. "Well, hey, if he loses a fridge in the process, maybe that'll teach him."
Shelby, distracted, doesn't give Eli a twitch of a smile until he's been caught up with them for a few steps. "It's a long story," she assures the dubious Ty. "Eli'll tell you if he feels up to it. Suffice to say that things that explode aren't high on anyone's to-do list, much less an Ahroun on this moon."
Edgewood House: Downstairs
Eli enters the house, with a fairly level expression remaining on his face, and cigarette does not get put out despite their being indoors now. "Fat moon," he agrees, with the tone of both a warning and a reminder, before looking over at Tim. "Tim-rhya, I'm glad, da? Two exploding things in one day, too much."
Tim nods, agreeing without hesitation. "Yeah, that's ah, totally out of line." He heads into the kitchen and begins pulling down a motley array of glasses, then takes a large pitcher out of the fridge. As he pours into the glasses (most of which are actually pastic or melamine), he says, "Don't touch the fruit either. In case you were tempted. Word is it's not much better than the mushrooms."
Ty
The boy standing before you still has some growing to do, measuring at roughly five and a half feet tall on a lanky, if rather averagely built frame. He has short, darker brown hair and clear blue eyes are set into a face that's more cute than handsom. He's got some way to go before his body will begin to show more of the stature and build that's brought on by adulthood, with odd lines and angles setting him firmly still in adolescence.
Ty carries himself with some confidence, an easy grin quick to tick into his expression. His skin is still pale, though no longer with a sickly cast, the pink of health colors his cheeks though he's still thin, as though recovering from a long illness. One forearm still bears a scar, easily recognizable as the Shadow Lords' tribal glyph.
Ty pulls the door closed once everyone's within, the brings up the tail with moving into the main house. He looks at the two elder Ragabash for a moment, then edges closer to his uncle, speaking in quieter tones meant only for his uncle to hear, though loud enough the others could hear anyway. "...Should... The girl seems to know me. Should I know or introduce myself?"
Shelby settles into one of the chairs, though she tosses a look after Tim. A moment later she turns back to the two Lords and wraps interlaced fingers around one knee. Her, "I was tempted by some of the peach-looking things, but not that tempted," is loud enough to be aimed at everyone - or no one.
Pack> Shelby says "Want some help?"
Pack> Tim says "I think I'm good."
Eli rests a hand on Tyler's shoulder for a moment. "'salright," Eli says, before continuing in Russian. "/No need to introduce yourself. She is Shelby, one of Tim-rhya's packmates, and a Silver Fang./" Then he looks at Shelby as he takes a nearby seat. "I'll keep it in mind. Really, no desire to repeat that."
Tim comes out of the kitchen, managing the four glasses through a feat that might impress even the most seasned bartender. (It helps that the glasses aren't too large to make holding two in one hand impossible.) The drink is cold, light, and mildly sweet. "Rice, almond, cinnamon, and honey," he says while handing them out. He's clearly been doing something exertive recently, and is barefoot and in a hoodie and jeans.
From the back door comes a scratch, scratch, scratch. Then a pause, and then some rattling of the doorknob.
"Well what about the other guy," Ty asks, motioning toward Tim with a shoulder. Or starting to, he changes it to a grin when presented with the promised drink. "Thank you," he says, hopefully masking his faux pas.
Shelby says, "Thank you," and then, "I'll get it," as she heads for the back door, bringing her glass with her. She doesn't pour it down the sink (mmm, tasty!) but opens the door, eyebrows lifting at what's outside. "Come in, quick - it's too cold out there to stand around."
Eli takes his glass, cigarette actually put aside to take a long sip of the drink. "Thanks, Tim," Eli offers, after. Brow furrows, gaze following Shelby and at the noise at the back door, then turns to Ty once more. "/Introductions in a moment, when she gets back, and such,/" the Ahroun decides. "/Introduce yourself by your first name and tribe, only. No more is necessary, right now./"
Finds Death drops back down to all fours when the door opens. She stares inexpressively up at the Fang, then chuffs lightly and steps around her to enter the house.
Once he's handed off all of the other glasses, Tim takes a very long draught from his own. If he's noticed Ty's faux pas, it's not obvious in anything he says or does. His eyes seek out the back door to see who it might be.
"Like kin," Tyler asks, making a face that states he disagrees with that decision completely. He shakes his head, mild derision in his expression as he looks toward the back door.
Finds Death walks through the house with light, careful steps, as though every inch of floor were covered in broken glass. There is tension in her body, her tail stiff and hackles raised, though her gaze remains cool, even cold, as she explores.
Shelby closes the door to keep the cold out and follows after the lupus - though when she breaks off to continue exploring, Shelby continues back into the living room. "Anyone recognize her?" she asks generally before retaking her seat. "--Ty, has your uncle started teaching you about the Tribes, yet? I forget how much you know already."
This is a very unremarkable-looking wolf, typical of the kind found in this part of the world. She's young, a new adult, average in size and covered in a pelt of mixed hues, grey and tan, white and black. Her eyes are dark yellow, her nose and toenails black. There's a saddle of darker fur along her back and a splot of black at the end of her tail. And right in the middle of her chest, nestled between her forelegs, runs a short, wide stripe of deep auburn, a shade unrepeated elsewhere on her body.
Eli continues to speak to Tyler in Russian for a moment even after Finds Death enters and Shelby returns, the hand with the cigarette held up a moment, to indicate such. "/Nyet. Your first name, your tribe. That you are Garou, yes. But no more than that,/" he says. Then, a glance to Tyler, and Eli says something to Shelby in much more muted tones. (Eli looks over, speaking quietly but with a slightly strained tone. "Proper introductions would be appreciated," he says, "for the boy. So he can practise. Please, also... let Tim-rhya know that he has not broken with his past, yet.")
"Can't say I do," Tim says, eyes on the wolf as she comes in. He hovers his face over the rim of his glass, watching her as she walks, eyes unfocused.
Ty looks at the wolf, curious but mindful. He nods absently at Shelby's question before actually answering her aloud. "I started learning when I was seven," he says. "About most things, though didn't change until..." Trailing off, he fills in the rest with gulping down his drink.
Pack> "Not sensing anything out of the ordinary," Tim notes.
Finds Death finally turns her attention to the gathered Garou, moving from one to the next to sniff at their shoes and legs. Her ears flicker at the human speech, but she does not react to it otherwise.
Shelby listens politely to Eli over her glass, looking for all the world like she's at a debutante ball and perfectly comfortable there. She drops him a nod to him, then another to Finds Death. "Shelby Zaleski-Leveque, Bright Eye Sees to the Heart of the Ambush, Fostern Ragabash of the Silver Fangs. --And that's right," is added to Ty. "I'd forgotten you were raised at a Sept, like me." A moment more and she shifts to glabro, repeating her introduction in Mother's Tongue.
Pack> Shelby says "Oh, good. She looks familiar, but I can't place her. --Also, Eli says Ty hasn't broken with his past, yet. He doesn't seem to remember anything, including meeting us."
"Eli Tkachyov," the Ahroun offers, potentially for the benefit of the entire introductions thing, "called Strikes-With-Thunder's-Might. Cliath Ahroun of Grandfather Thunder's blood." His glass is set down on the nearly coffee table, as he follows Shelby's example in shifting to Glabro and repeating the introduction for Finds Death.
Tim's attention refocuses. He looks askance at Shelby, and follows suit with her and Eli, taking his Glabro form. "Tim," he says to Ty, perhaps unnecessarily. ~Golden, from Owl's Tribe. New Moon. Adren.~ Although the rest was a joint introduction for Ty and Finds-Death, now he looks at the wolf, clearly expecting something.
"Tyler," the boy begins, following suit, "Born under a dark moon, grandson of Thunder." There's a touch of hesitation, an unsureness washing over Ty, before he shifts with some inexperience into lupus. Like the others, his introduction is repeated after a fashion. There's emphasis on cub and new moon and Thunder, though no name is offered.
Finds Death regards each one with those strange, dead eyes of hers, then introduces herself as Finds Death in the Dark Woods, Crescent Moon First-Rank of the Red Talons, of Reaching pack.
(There is another mutter from Eli to Shelby, now, in Mother's Tongue but quiet enough for her alone, presumably with the understanding that she will also tell her packmate. ~The boy does not understand Mother's Tongue.~
Shelby glances over. ~I'd be surprised if he did.~
Eli just nods, once. ~Reminder, is all.~)
Shelby murmurs something to Eli before sipping from her glass. ~Would you like something to eat or drink?~ she asks the lupus. A heartbeat later she adds a quick smile for Tyler. "She's Finds Death in the Dark Woods, Cliath Theurge of the Red Talons." Apparently the Fang has taken translation duty upon herself.
Eli seems to be satisfied by whatever it is that passes between him and the Fang ragabash, and then he reaches across the table, picking up the cigarette from the tiny ashtray, paying attention to it for the moment. A smile is spared for his nephew, as well, before the Ahroun's focus withdraws from the conversation.
Pack> Shelby says "I remember her now. I met her back when I was a cub. I don't remember what happened to her, though."
Pack> Tim says ""Looks like she turned into a cliath."
Tim arches an eyebrow. ~One of Gryphon's. Huh.~ He considers the theurge, then gestures around them and speaks to Ty once more. "This place is owned by a Get Kinswoman. Try, ah, not to be outside of your human shape here too often." There's an implied exception for right now, given their current company.
Finds Death looks at Shelby as though the Fang had just offered her stale McDonalds french fries and flat soda; her ears pull back at the offer and she only just manages to be polite about her refusal.
An appreciative look is given to Shelby, and an apologetic one to Tim. It's followed by the boy's form replacing the lupine one. Tyler collects his cup again and sets off for the kitchen to clean it.
~Not even water?~ But the Fang doesn't press further, instead shifting a thoughtful eyeing from Finds Death to Tyler. "I made cookies a couple of days ago - if there are any left, help yourself," she calls after him.
Pack> Shelby says "--I still need to learn Contrition from you. When is good, to start that?"
Pack> Tim says ""I'm not teaching anyone else at the moment, so now's a good time. Once I get started on the Hunt with Norman and Zosia I'll be tied up for a while."
Eli eventually seems to regain whatever calm he sought, because he looks back up, and eventually reaches for his drink again.
Pack> Shelby says "...Hunt? Oh, you're teaching them the Great Hunt rite?"
"Like I said, don't sweat it right now--but just so you know." Tim raises his eyebrows at Eli in a classic 'you okay?' look, though his attention drifts briefly to Finds-Death at her reaction to Shelby's offer.
Pack> Tim says "Yeah--not gonna let us run into a situation where only one person knows it again."
Water runs briefly, either the kid is that good at washing dishes, or he rinsed with the 'I'll get to it later' mantra. It's followed in seconds by a hunt for cookies, cabinets and canisters opened and investigated in search of the treat.
Finds Death bulks up into Hispo form, rears up onto her hind legs as she takes Crinos, then shrinks down to Glabro and stops there. ~Do not need water or food from human place,~ she says in flat tones. ~Need human-skins.~
This young woman is an ugly, brutal piece of work. She'd be six feet tall, easily, if she stood up straight, but instead tends to slouch, letting her arms hang in a rather apelike manner. And indeed one might be apt to compare her to a gorilla. She has thick arms, broad shoulders, a neck almost as wide around as her head. Her hair hangs long, a wild dark brown mane with faint hints of auburn, and the eyes underneath her caterpillar-like eyebrows are small and dark and beady. Her flattened nose is no less unattractive than the way her dusky-skinned body is thick with hair -- on forearms, on legs, on back and belly. Nestled between almost nonexistent breasts is a port-wine birthmark, a short wide stain. She is quite naked.
Shelby startles at the Talon's words, though a moment later she's regained composure. ~Clothing, right.~ She stands, waving the others to remain in their seats, and heads for the stairs. ~Come with me, Finds Death. I will help you with your clothes.~
F.D. lumbers upstairs after the Fang.
Pack> Shelby says "Good. I..." There's a burst of surprise-slash-alarm, quickly squelched. Dryly: "Well -that's- not something you expect to see every day. Wish me luck arguing her into homid to get her something that fits. Though I think I remember a pair of sweatpants..."
Pack> Tim exudes relief that Shelby is going to deal with this.
Pack> Tim adds, as Shelby heads upstairs, "Let me know when you want to get to it--we can go to the Caern, if you want her to witness you learning it, maybe like extra bonus points."
Eli nods to Tim, and smiles, sorta. But it's decidedly half-hearted for the Shadow Lord Ahroun. ~Yes,~ he acknowledges, to Tim, recognising the question immediately. ~It is a fat moon, but.~ A glance in the direction of the cub. ~I will tell you of it later?~
Pack> Shelby affirmatives at him, but her mind is already busy chewing over the problem of clothing the Talon.
Currently the moon is in the waxing Full (Ahroun) Moon phase (89% full).
Edgewood House: Meadow
Tim has taken advantage of the nice day out and is in the meadow, minus his leather jacket and any shoes or socks. He has a long black bamboo staff in hand and is moving through something that looks like it's probably a form for a martial art. If the sweat in his hair is any indication he's been at it for a while now, and sometimes the pole lands funny and he stops, cursing under his breath.
Bright Eyes emerges from the woods, irritably shaking brambles from her coat and undoubtedly leaving bits of herself behind. She's followed by Thunderstrike, and gives the Lord a ta-da before shifting back to homid. "Ten percent rule, Tim," she calls in one of the pauses of the Strider's exercise.
Tim finishes out a wide sweep with the staff that stops in the muddy grass with a thud. "Ten percent what?" He runs his hands through his hair and nods a quick hello to Eli.
Eli looks over at Tim, nods, tugging his clothing down and into place after he's shifted back to homid himself. "Yeah," he says, looking at Shelby for a long moment before he turns to the side, pacing slightly and raising a hand to rub at his brow.
Clear blue and curious eyes have been watching the Strider from behind the safety of a pane of glass, no recognition of the man given. However, watching from afar is never as much fun as being around the action, so he takes one of Tim's mistakes as opportunity to slip outside. Off the porch he jumps and onto the ground, crossing toward the center of exercise. Movement also closing in on Tim pulls the boy's gaze that way. Likewise, he doesn't show recognition of Shelby, though she and Eli are both given a small grin.
"You have to be ten percent smarter than whatever you're working with," Shelby answers with a bright grin. "--So this is Edgewood," she continues to Eli, finishing a previous conversation. "I think the only thing I forgot to say earlier is that all food is fair game unless someone's name is on it."
Eli nods, thoughtful. "Right. Nikolai-rhya mentioned how to get here, briefly. But then I ran into the um." The Russian pauses, offering his nephew a grin. A very knowing grin. "Everything," Eli eventually decides.
"Oh, well, in that case, I'm fucked. Bamboo's the smartest damned thing on the planet." Tim gives the fraying staff a critical look, then leans on it. "It's a Get Kin's land," he adds to Shelby's description. "Ran into what?"
Ty shoots a quizzical look over Eli's grin before turning dismissively of his own question. A tip of his head points toward Tim's staff before his gaze rises to look at the Strider. "Pretty cool what you were doing. What is it?"
Shelby says, all outward sympathy, "Poor Tim. Hello, Ty. Yes, Tim, what were you doing?" All wide eyes and breathless interest for her lucky pack mate.
Eli shrugs his shoulders, and before actually speaking, a pack of cigarettes is pulled out from his pocket, one dragged out and lit. "Went out last night," the Ahroun says, after a long moment of concentration on the cigarette and its rite, "and found out about the uh. Mushrooms, on the bawn." The words are followed by a grimace.
"Silambattam," Tim says. "Bamboo staff fighting. But it's for the Hunt, mostly." He rolls his eyes at Shelby, then resumes his explanation to Ty. "The Hunt's a dance, and this is the one I use for it. I have to teach some folks, though, so I figured it was a good time to remind myself how it's done." He makes a small 'oh' at Eli. "So, uh, they're to be avoided?"
"Hello," Ty replies, returning his grin to Shelby. His gaze rests on her a touch longer, trying to place her or how she may know his name. It, too, is given a shrug, and his attention returns to Tim's explanation. "Bamboo staff fighting... Awesome."
The look Shelby gives the younger Ragabash is all bright-eyed interest, suspiciously like what she gave to Tim just a moment before. It shifts to something more sincere, however, after Eli's addition. "Oh, you hadn't heard? Yes, some of the mushrooms on the bawn are very... Alice in Wonderlandy. Get too close and they poof, and then it's bad 'shroom trips for everyone."
"Hadn't heard, nope," Eli grunts in assent after Shelby's statement. "Not an experience I care to repeat. Or at least not in the same company." Free hand raises, almost reflexively, to rub at his neck, in the more or less significant fashion that such a gesture can be. But then he stops, pinching the cigarette between two fingers again. "Might not be good for my health."
Tim makes a low 'mmmm' sound and nods at Eli. "Right. I'll, stay the hell away from them." He takes up the staff and moves towards the porch. "Anyone for a drink? There's some horchata in the fridge."
Ty casts a look off in the Bawn's direction, sly with a touch of smile. It's quickly gone again with a nod to Tim's question, running off ahead of the group to grab the door.
Shelby shoots a quizzical look at the Ahroun but doesn't ask. She moves instead to fall into step beside her packmate.
Pack> Tentatively, like someone unsure about this whole 'telephone' thing, Shelby wonders, "Has Ty had Break with the Past done yet?"
Eli lags for a moment, but then takes several very long steps to catch up to the Strider and the Fang. He just shakes his head, the sort of later-putting-it-off gesture, and looks up at Tim. "Horchata's not going to explode, right?" Grumble. Grump. Drag from the cigarette follows that, too.
Pack> Tim's reply is tinged with reassurance, probably for her hesitation. "Not that I know of."
Tim drops the staff down next to the porch and looks back over his shoulder at Eli. He goes up the steps without needing to look for them; his expression is one of uncertainty regarding the nature of the question. "...no? I don't think almond-rice-milk can do that."
Ty pulls the door open, looking past Tim and Shelby to Eli. One could think the boy's decided his uncle has lost his mind completely.
Pack> Shelby says "Nik apparently thinks the full moon is a perfect time to spray Ahroun with exploding soda." She's not nearly good enough to conceal her exasperation. "And people wonder why Ragabash aren't considered wise."
Pack> Tim gives a mental grunt. "Well, hey, if he loses a fridge in the process, maybe that'll teach him."
Shelby, distracted, doesn't give Eli a twitch of a smile until he's been caught up with them for a few steps. "It's a long story," she assures the dubious Ty. "Eli'll tell you if he feels up to it. Suffice to say that things that explode aren't high on anyone's to-do list, much less an Ahroun on this moon."
Edgewood House: Downstairs
Eli enters the house, with a fairly level expression remaining on his face, and cigarette does not get put out despite their being indoors now. "Fat moon," he agrees, with the tone of both a warning and a reminder, before looking over at Tim. "Tim-rhya, I'm glad, da? Two exploding things in one day, too much."
Tim nods, agreeing without hesitation. "Yeah, that's ah, totally out of line." He heads into the kitchen and begins pulling down a motley array of glasses, then takes a large pitcher out of the fridge. As he pours into the glasses (most of which are actually pastic or melamine), he says, "Don't touch the fruit either. In case you were tempted. Word is it's not much better than the mushrooms."
Ty
The boy standing before you still has some growing to do, measuring at roughly five and a half feet tall on a lanky, if rather averagely built frame. He has short, darker brown hair and clear blue eyes are set into a face that's more cute than handsom. He's got some way to go before his body will begin to show more of the stature and build that's brought on by adulthood, with odd lines and angles setting him firmly still in adolescence.
Ty carries himself with some confidence, an easy grin quick to tick into his expression. His skin is still pale, though no longer with a sickly cast, the pink of health colors his cheeks though he's still thin, as though recovering from a long illness. One forearm still bears a scar, easily recognizable as the Shadow Lords' tribal glyph.
Ty pulls the door closed once everyone's within, the brings up the tail with moving into the main house. He looks at the two elder Ragabash for a moment, then edges closer to his uncle, speaking in quieter tones meant only for his uncle to hear, though loud enough the others could hear anyway. "...Should... The girl seems to know me. Should I know or introduce myself?"
Shelby settles into one of the chairs, though she tosses a look after Tim. A moment later she turns back to the two Lords and wraps interlaced fingers around one knee. Her, "I was tempted by some of the peach-looking things, but not that tempted," is loud enough to be aimed at everyone - or no one.
Pack> Shelby says "Want some help?"
Pack> Tim says "I think I'm good."
Eli rests a hand on Tyler's shoulder for a moment. "'salright," Eli says, before continuing in Russian. "/No need to introduce yourself. She is Shelby, one of Tim-rhya's packmates, and a Silver Fang./" Then he looks at Shelby as he takes a nearby seat. "I'll keep it in mind. Really, no desire to repeat that."
Tim comes out of the kitchen, managing the four glasses through a feat that might impress even the most seasned bartender. (It helps that the glasses aren't too large to make holding two in one hand impossible.) The drink is cold, light, and mildly sweet. "Rice, almond, cinnamon, and honey," he says while handing them out. He's clearly been doing something exertive recently, and is barefoot and in a hoodie and jeans.
From the back door comes a scratch, scratch, scratch. Then a pause, and then some rattling of the doorknob.
"Well what about the other guy," Ty asks, motioning toward Tim with a shoulder. Or starting to, he changes it to a grin when presented with the promised drink. "Thank you," he says, hopefully masking his faux pas.
Shelby says, "Thank you," and then, "I'll get it," as she heads for the back door, bringing her glass with her. She doesn't pour it down the sink (mmm, tasty!) but opens the door, eyebrows lifting at what's outside. "Come in, quick - it's too cold out there to stand around."
Eli takes his glass, cigarette actually put aside to take a long sip of the drink. "Thanks, Tim," Eli offers, after. Brow furrows, gaze following Shelby and at the noise at the back door, then turns to Ty once more. "/Introductions in a moment, when she gets back, and such,/" the Ahroun decides. "/Introduce yourself by your first name and tribe, only. No more is necessary, right now./"
Finds Death drops back down to all fours when the door opens. She stares inexpressively up at the Fang, then chuffs lightly and steps around her to enter the house.
Once he's handed off all of the other glasses, Tim takes a very long draught from his own. If he's noticed Ty's faux pas, it's not obvious in anything he says or does. His eyes seek out the back door to see who it might be.
"Like kin," Tyler asks, making a face that states he disagrees with that decision completely. He shakes his head, mild derision in his expression as he looks toward the back door.
Finds Death walks through the house with light, careful steps, as though every inch of floor were covered in broken glass. There is tension in her body, her tail stiff and hackles raised, though her gaze remains cool, even cold, as she explores.
Shelby closes the door to keep the cold out and follows after the lupus - though when she breaks off to continue exploring, Shelby continues back into the living room. "Anyone recognize her?" she asks generally before retaking her seat. "--Ty, has your uncle started teaching you about the Tribes, yet? I forget how much you know already."
This is a very unremarkable-looking wolf, typical of the kind found in this part of the world. She's young, a new adult, average in size and covered in a pelt of mixed hues, grey and tan, white and black. Her eyes are dark yellow, her nose and toenails black. There's a saddle of darker fur along her back and a splot of black at the end of her tail. And right in the middle of her chest, nestled between her forelegs, runs a short, wide stripe of deep auburn, a shade unrepeated elsewhere on her body.
Eli continues to speak to Tyler in Russian for a moment even after Finds Death enters and Shelby returns, the hand with the cigarette held up a moment, to indicate such. "/Nyet. Your first name, your tribe. That you are Garou, yes. But no more than that,/" he says. Then, a glance to Tyler, and Eli says something to Shelby in much more muted tones. (Eli looks over, speaking quietly but with a slightly strained tone. "Proper introductions would be appreciated," he says, "for the boy. So he can practise. Please, also... let Tim-rhya know that he has not broken with his past, yet.")
"Can't say I do," Tim says, eyes on the wolf as she comes in. He hovers his face over the rim of his glass, watching her as she walks, eyes unfocused.
Ty looks at the wolf, curious but mindful. He nods absently at Shelby's question before actually answering her aloud. "I started learning when I was seven," he says. "About most things, though didn't change until..." Trailing off, he fills in the rest with gulping down his drink.
Pack> "Not sensing anything out of the ordinary," Tim notes.
Finds Death finally turns her attention to the gathered Garou, moving from one to the next to sniff at their shoes and legs. Her ears flicker at the human speech, but she does not react to it otherwise.
Shelby listens politely to Eli over her glass, looking for all the world like she's at a debutante ball and perfectly comfortable there. She drops him a nod to him, then another to Finds Death. "Shelby Zaleski-Leveque, Bright Eye Sees to the Heart of the Ambush, Fostern Ragabash of the Silver Fangs. --And that's right," is added to Ty. "I'd forgotten you were raised at a Sept, like me." A moment more and she shifts to glabro, repeating her introduction in Mother's Tongue.
Pack> Shelby says "Oh, good. She looks familiar, but I can't place her. --Also, Eli says Ty hasn't broken with his past, yet. He doesn't seem to remember anything, including meeting us."
"Eli Tkachyov," the Ahroun offers, potentially for the benefit of the entire introductions thing, "called Strikes-With-Thunder's-Might. Cliath Ahroun of Grandfather Thunder's blood." His glass is set down on the nearly coffee table, as he follows Shelby's example in shifting to Glabro and repeating the introduction for Finds Death.
Tim's attention refocuses. He looks askance at Shelby, and follows suit with her and Eli, taking his Glabro form. "Tim," he says to Ty, perhaps unnecessarily. ~Golden, from Owl's Tribe. New Moon. Adren.~ Although the rest was a joint introduction for Ty and Finds-Death, now he looks at the wolf, clearly expecting something.
"Tyler," the boy begins, following suit, "Born under a dark moon, grandson of Thunder." There's a touch of hesitation, an unsureness washing over Ty, before he shifts with some inexperience into lupus. Like the others, his introduction is repeated after a fashion. There's emphasis on cub and new moon and Thunder, though no name is offered.
Finds Death regards each one with those strange, dead eyes of hers, then introduces herself as Finds Death in the Dark Woods, Crescent Moon First-Rank of the Red Talons, of Reaching pack.
(There is another mutter from Eli to Shelby, now, in Mother's Tongue but quiet enough for her alone, presumably with the understanding that she will also tell her packmate. ~The boy does not understand Mother's Tongue.~
Shelby glances over. ~I'd be surprised if he did.~
Eli just nods, once. ~Reminder, is all.~)
Shelby murmurs something to Eli before sipping from her glass. ~Would you like something to eat or drink?~ she asks the lupus. A heartbeat later she adds a quick smile for Tyler. "She's Finds Death in the Dark Woods, Cliath Theurge of the Red Talons." Apparently the Fang has taken translation duty upon herself.
Eli seems to be satisfied by whatever it is that passes between him and the Fang ragabash, and then he reaches across the table, picking up the cigarette from the tiny ashtray, paying attention to it for the moment. A smile is spared for his nephew, as well, before the Ahroun's focus withdraws from the conversation.
Pack> Shelby says "I remember her now. I met her back when I was a cub. I don't remember what happened to her, though."
Pack> Tim says ""Looks like she turned into a cliath."
Tim arches an eyebrow. ~One of Gryphon's. Huh.~ He considers the theurge, then gestures around them and speaks to Ty once more. "This place is owned by a Get Kinswoman. Try, ah, not to be outside of your human shape here too often." There's an implied exception for right now, given their current company.
Finds Death looks at Shelby as though the Fang had just offered her stale McDonalds french fries and flat soda; her ears pull back at the offer and she only just manages to be polite about her refusal.
An appreciative look is given to Shelby, and an apologetic one to Tim. It's followed by the boy's form replacing the lupine one. Tyler collects his cup again and sets off for the kitchen to clean it.
~Not even water?~ But the Fang doesn't press further, instead shifting a thoughtful eyeing from Finds Death to Tyler. "I made cookies a couple of days ago - if there are any left, help yourself," she calls after him.
Pack> Shelby says "--I still need to learn Contrition from you. When is good, to start that?"
Pack> Tim says ""I'm not teaching anyone else at the moment, so now's a good time. Once I get started on the Hunt with Norman and Zosia I'll be tied up for a while."
Eli eventually seems to regain whatever calm he sought, because he looks back up, and eventually reaches for his drink again.
Pack> Shelby says "...Hunt? Oh, you're teaching them the Great Hunt rite?"
"Like I said, don't sweat it right now--but just so you know." Tim raises his eyebrows at Eli in a classic 'you okay?' look, though his attention drifts briefly to Finds-Death at her reaction to Shelby's offer.
Pack> Tim says "Yeah--not gonna let us run into a situation where only one person knows it again."
Water runs briefly, either the kid is that good at washing dishes, or he rinsed with the 'I'll get to it later' mantra. It's followed in seconds by a hunt for cookies, cabinets and canisters opened and investigated in search of the treat.
Finds Death bulks up into Hispo form, rears up onto her hind legs as she takes Crinos, then shrinks down to Glabro and stops there. ~Do not need water or food from human place,~ she says in flat tones. ~Need human-skins.~
This young woman is an ugly, brutal piece of work. She'd be six feet tall, easily, if she stood up straight, but instead tends to slouch, letting her arms hang in a rather apelike manner. And indeed one might be apt to compare her to a gorilla. She has thick arms, broad shoulders, a neck almost as wide around as her head. Her hair hangs long, a wild dark brown mane with faint hints of auburn, and the eyes underneath her caterpillar-like eyebrows are small and dark and beady. Her flattened nose is no less unattractive than the way her dusky-skinned body is thick with hair -- on forearms, on legs, on back and belly. Nestled between almost nonexistent breasts is a port-wine birthmark, a short wide stain. She is quite naked.
Shelby startles at the Talon's words, though a moment later she's regained composure. ~Clothing, right.~ She stands, waving the others to remain in their seats, and heads for the stairs. ~Come with me, Finds Death. I will help you with your clothes.~
F.D. lumbers upstairs after the Fang.
Pack> Shelby says "Good. I..." There's a burst of surprise-slash-alarm, quickly squelched. Dryly: "Well -that's- not something you expect to see every day. Wish me luck arguing her into homid to get her something that fits. Though I think I remember a pair of sweatpants..."
Pack> Tim exudes relief that Shelby is going to deal with this.
Pack> Tim adds, as Shelby heads upstairs, "Let me know when you want to get to it--we can go to the Caern, if you want her to witness you learning it, maybe like extra bonus points."
Eli nods to Tim, and smiles, sorta. But it's decidedly half-hearted for the Shadow Lord Ahroun. ~Yes,~ he acknowledges, to Tim, recognising the question immediately. ~It is a fat moon, but.~ A glance in the direction of the cub. ~I will tell you of it later?~
Pack> Shelby affirmatives at him, but her mind is already busy chewing over the problem of clothing the Talon.