A small russet haired woman
with a long denim duster and worn-down biker
boots approaches the stone. She takes a charcoal stick from one of many
pockets and draws Owl's glyph, Raven's mark, her own sigil and then the runes for Hubris, Harano and the Wyrm intertwined. She stands back to look at her handiwork a moment then smears her fingers over the three runes thereby negating them.
Her voice is low but compelling.
"I am Wayseeker-Runs-Far, born of two legs on a crescent moon, teacher of
the nation, bringer of bad news. I have also been named Aset-Uadjet,
seeker of truth in the dark. I have had a vision of a nameless ancient
evil bubbling up from the dark deep. Another face of the Wyrm comes
forth. I feel its eyes looking on us every time Garou turns upon Garou or
Bete for selfish pride and foolish ambition. I hear it laugh everytime a
Garou lets despair take their soul. The End Times will come when the
Enemy within is as strong as the Enemy without. Do not lose hope or the
battle is already lost..."
boots approaches the stone. She takes a charcoal stick from one of many
pockets and draws Owl's glyph, Raven's mark, her own sigil and then the runes for Hubris, Harano and the Wyrm intertwined. She stands back to look at her handiwork a moment then smears her fingers over the three runes thereby negating them.
Her voice is low but compelling.
"I am Wayseeker-Runs-Far, born of two legs on a crescent moon, teacher of
the nation, bringer of bad news. I have also been named Aset-Uadjet,
seeker of truth in the dark. I have had a vision of a nameless ancient
evil bubbling up from the dark deep. Another face of the Wyrm comes
forth. I feel its eyes looking on us every time Garou turns upon Garou or
Bete for selfish pride and foolish ambition. I hear it laugh everytime a
Garou lets despair take their soul. The End Times will come when the
Enemy within is as strong as the Enemy without. Do not lose hope or the
battle is already lost..."
She fingers a small black pouch hanging around her neck thoughtfully. She
then leaps over the stone with a cry turned eerie howl as she shifts to a
lithe black jackal crossing into the Shadowlands...
