Talon of the Wyrm

[nuwisha]

There have been a legend among the Garou about the five Talons of the Wyrm. Five great spirits sent in to the real world by the Wyrm, spirits made flesh of untold power and evil. The Native American garou tribes Uktena and Wendigo believe that it was one of these Talons that made the Croatan tribe extinct so many years ago. While the Celtic tribes Fianna and Get of Fenris believes that it was one of these Talons that drew the White Howlers in to the black spiral to become lost. Each of the different versions of the legend tells of the corruption that the Talons bring but the legend also tells that the Talons were lost to the Wyrm banished from the world or fallen in to a deep slumber.

The night had been slowly creeping as Sammy and the others had been in this big warehouse about 30 blocks or so from central park. Sam spit after taking another bite of the breed they have been eating since they had been brought here to what they said "prepare them selves", it was really going on her nerves with all this waiting about. A small battered radio were playing some music as it was standing on a empty box.
"Turn that shit off, you can barely hear wants on that piece of junk anyway." She hissed, she was not in a good mood this night. She had no idea who these she were in with were as she had never really spoken to any of them more that to make sure that they do not get in her way. Looking up though the sky light she could she the moon it was soon to be full maybe that was why she felt such rage these last days. "Did I tell you to shut that shit off?!" She got up from the dirty floor and walked up to the radio.


((Shot be so what this part is more about introducing your character and interact with the other.))

[Bmare]

Walking swiftly through Central Park, Liam glanced casually around, searching for followers. Seeing none, he shifted the backpack on his shoulder and quickly darted across the street, glancing up and down before doing so. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled the small piece of paper from his pocket and looked at the address scrawled on the surface. Stuffing it back into his pocket, he looked around, spotting the appropriate street and slowly walking down it. According to the address, he had a fair bit of walking to do to make it there.

Reaching the large warehouse, Liam looked up at it, his golden eyes curious. His long black hair had been pulled back in such a way that his pointed ears were hidden. He was an oddity, even amongst the 'supernatural' as the humans tended to put it. He was a child born of two werewolf parents. Pointed ears, golden eyes, and talons were the only things he was born with. He was lucky, compared to others in his situation. His fingernails, which were normally long and sharp, were trimmed and filed down. He didn't do the same to his feet, solely because he wore steel-toed boots, just hiding them.

Walking to what appeared to be the front door, he reached out and grasped the doorhandle, turning it and slipping into the building. Tilting his head to the side, he heard the sounds of a cheap radio, and the sound of what sounded like a disagreeable female. Walking toward the noise, he managed to appear in the doorway almost silently, tilting his head and watching as she moved toward the radio. He waited silently for one of them to notice his presence.

He had been contacted a couple days ago, and had jumped the first plane over to New York. It was unfortunate that he was forced to travel so close to the full moon, the change in scenery caused the loner to gain a headache of epic proportion, and it wasn't helping his mood any.

[nuwisha]

When Sam got to the radio she did simply grab it and threw strait in to a wall, it broke in to million pieces but did still not stop playing a tone but of cures it sounded even worse that before now. A loud growl like sound escaped Sammy's mouth as she walked over to the remains of the radio. "Why wont you stay dead you stupid piece of junk." She said as she used the golf club that she usually carried with her to smash the pieces that were left until it stopped. With a satisfied face did she turn around of the broken remains only to notice the new guest in the warehouse, she moved some of her red black hair out of the way as she walked up to him still with a slightly satisfied facial expression. "So who do we got here? Another one to be waiting here with us or are you to here for something ells?." She looked at him with her amber eyes trying to figure out what he was doing here, after a while did she shrug it of and turn around. "You can stay just get the hell out of my way."

[Bmare]

Raising an eyebrow, Liam stepped fully into the room, the dim lighting fully illuminating his tanned features ang bright gold eyes. His mouth quirked slightly in amusement as he glanced at the utterly demolished remains of the radio. "I believe I am supposed to wait," he said slowly, his eyebrow dropping back to its usual place as she spoke again. On most other days, he would shake off her rude comment, but today, it just made his proverbial hackles raise. Narrowing his eyes, he stalked across the room to an unoccupied corner of the room, sliding down the wall to sit upon the floor, frowning distastefully at her short temper. It was really not anyone's fault, this close to the full moon, but he couldn't summon up the effort to care.

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