[Sodium_noir] a Company of Wolves

[Alyson Young]

Chester, Nez, Poe, Korben
Bone Gnawer, Uktena, Raven spirit, Bone Gnawer
The Isle of Crabs

> As she pushed herself from the earth her senses told her something 
> wasn't as she had expected it. Beneath her wasn't grass, or rock or 
> sand. it was something else. Something Chitinous and shiney.

Korben lands with a puzzled look - which isn't much different from the 
normal look of a Crinos, really, because they don't have a lot of facial 
expressions.  But another Garou would recognize it as puzzled.

"This feels more like a shell than an island... like it's something alive."

And then he looks out at the water...

> Poe made a curious sound in his craw as he looked at the city. From here 
> it was a nightmare of steel strands and glistening webs all doused in 
> acrid green mist that reached almost to the Island itself but not quite. 
> Banks of the miasma drifted through the structures, leaving its filthy 
> dampness on the strands of the Weavers nest.

Even to Korben's city-dwelling eyes, the city looked a bit 
nightmarish... rigid, inflexible, too much concrete and steel and not 
enough compromise with the natural world.

> The chill that ran up thier spine would have been worse but they were 
> not the foes of legend these Banes. Just little things with petty 
> schreches and mewling cries in the night.

A low growl escapes from Korben's Crinos throat.  "Wherever it dwells 
and wherever it breeds," he mutters to himself.  "Doesn't that make it 
killin' time?"

[all tags wash away, but blood stained the sun today]