Lone Star Mountain graustufen

blood. silver. the beckoning call of twin moonlit pools that held the promise of something beyond himself. and yet he was not ensnared; he did not follow, hypnotized. the shadowpriest lifted up and climbed the stone behind stigmata because he chose to do so, because the equality of their meeting had been like none other in his life thus far, and therefore he could ill afford to ignore such things. 
stigmata bore ambition; mahler the pillared mind to support whatever machinations he found worthy. and in these moments, with the scent of blood stilll heavy in his nostrils, he knew he thought that of the lunar wolf.
brothers — to want for nothing.