ST: As you begin to float out of the darkness, you hear the sound of palms rustling in the breeze, light and shadow flickering over your eyelids. As you come closer to consciousness and begin to shift your body, you feel dirt shifting under your arms... Wait... Not dirt, sand. You open your eyes and see palm fronds lazily waving in the winds and beyond them clouds making their way across the sky. As your senses expand you can hear arguments about 50 feet away and people talking, amidst the conversations you hear people chopping wood. You get up, your body aching from stiff joints and you walk through the palms towards the source of the talking. When you pass the last palms you see a beach and an ocean reaching to the horizon. Kinfolk and other garou of your sept can be seen walking to and fro, carrying logs the garou in crinos are hacking down with their bare claws. The kin are stacking the logs to form crude huts on the beach while others are laying palm fronds across the tops to form roofs.
Mon Aug 29, 2011 1:27 pm