The Sunspire MEET · forging the bonds

Now is the time to claim your co-ranks! If you're not sure what the co-ranks for Tuatha Dé are, take a moment to review our pack information thread. :)

Round 2 ends November 24th, 2013.

As her call had fallen silent into the quickening night, leaving the Alpha alone in silence and fading light, she felt a tension rise in her chest and throat. What if no one comes? What if I have waited too long, and there is no wolf that remains loyal? Muirrin was proud and felt confident in her role as leader; but even doubts plague the strongest of wolves, and with winter coming the lack of numbers was a very real fear. Before the anxiety could consume her, however, a figure approached.

He was a newer arrival, and Muirrin allowed herself to release the breath she hadn't realized she was holding in. Even if he was not yet trustworthy—had not yet proven himself and his worth—his standing increased immediately in her eyes. Fresh blood or not, he was here. After that, the remaining members of Tuatha Dé appeared more rapidly. Muirrin made sure to greet all by name—Luka, Scimitar, and Braegan in particular—and pushed her nose into the cheek of Scimitar, releasing a welcoming puff of breath, as he nipped her chin in respectful greeting.

There was still time for others to appear, if they still remained on the mountain—it was large and labyrinthine in its own way, and Muirrin would not begrudge any latecomers. But she would not delay any longer, and she stood tall as she addressed those that had gathered around her.

"Tuatha Dé," she began with an impressive rumble, "Winter comes to test our bond and our strength. That you remain, despite the long quiet, proves your loyalty and determination. We will survive the barren cold, and we will be ready to feast when the life of spring blossoms once more." They had passed her test, if it could be called that—and now they would have to pass the land's. "If you have the smallest doubt that we shall survive this, leave now. I will not tolerate weakness of resolve."

Her golden eyes, fierce and burning, swept across each of the gathered wolves—she would make an example of any that dared walk away now.

"Those that stay will become family, and this night we begin to forge and temper the bond that will keep our hearts and blood intwined," she continued. "We will share stories of glory and victory—of lessons that will keep us wise and just. We will lift our voices together in song of both sorrow and joy. We will celebrate the turning of the seasons, and the gifts that each provide. As one, we will rise against our enemies, and embrace our allies." Her own heartbeat quickened with this impassioned speech, and her proud eyes burned like embers. These things were the lifeblood of Tuatha Dé, and would keep them strong. Muirrin fell silent for a moment, allowing her words to be heard and digested.

"Within each of you beats the heart of either a Warrior or Druid," she continued, looking at each of them in turn. "Speak to me of your talents, and which heart beats in your chest."