A diamond remains a diamond even if hidden in a dungheap and you will remain a Silver Fang even if you live among urrah and half-dogs.

Clemency House: Living Room(#2823RFJ)

The living room of the townhouse is well lit, with simple white walls and mock wooden floors. Theres a few basic carpets that line the floor to keep feet warm, as well as air vents...but overall, the living room is rather barren. There is an old recliner sitting in the corner, a leather couch with a few small rips in it against the wall, and an old late 90's model CRT TV that sits on a stand, gathering dust. There's no gaming system, but there is an old VCR player sitting there under the TV.

Most of the light in the living room really isn't from the outside. There are a pair of windows with blinds to cover them, but, the sun moves so that they rarely light up.

There is a staircase that leads upstairs, as well as a second staircase that leads downstairs right next to it. The one leading up seems to lead to another hallway while the down staircase has a door at the end. There is a front door that is wooden and freshly painted, while the kitchen behind seems to be just as barren as this room.

This house isn't what most have seen of it before, and in fact...dosn't look right. There are claw marks on the walls, and a few broken things around. Theres a smell of rotten food coming from the kitchen, no doubt over three months old by now, and hopefully been trashed yesterday. No matter how you look at it, Mathias is in the living room, sitting on a recliner, seeming to meditate.

Cedric looks very much out of place in such chaos and decay, immaculate as ever, a slight wrinkle around his nose where his nostrils are narrowed in a mostly failed attempt to keep the stink from the kitchen out as he opens up the door and enters the house, Katya in tow behind him.

Katya comes in looking rather shaken up from the ride here, glancing around the room like something might suddenly jump out of the shadows and bite her head off. With her rather feral looks and unkept hair, she actually looks rather in place in a house such as this, like ye old crazy lady with 57 cats. Her clear blue eyes flutter around the house suspiciously, and her gaze lands on Mathias, eyes narrowing as she glares at the Theurge a moment too long for comfort, before shifting down into lupus with plop. Her nose wrinkles as her increased smelling capacities amplify the rotting smell in the next room.

Mathias dosn't comment, instead he holds his pose, you may notice his heart pounds a bit quicker for a moment when the pair enter, but, he's trying his best to surpress it. His eyes closed, and his hands together in front of him.

"Alarm call," Cedric enunciates to Mathias. He gives the theurge an expressive look, though with the inadequacy of homid body language compared to lupus, what he's expressing may not be quite clear.

Blackriver turns her head and ears briefly to catch what Cedric says, her tail lowering so it's held at a slightly downward slant out behind her. She licks her nose once, and turns to pad towards Mathias, taking in a sharp intake of air as she does so, and slowly sniffing the homid over.

From afar, to the room, Blackriver flicks on Sense Wyrm. Bound to pick up some background noise in the city and thus be useless. But such is life.
Mathias pages to the room: Actually, here it may be slightly higher then background. Just bad emotions here have festered?

Mathias opens his eyes and looks to Cedric, though he keeps his posture. He dosn't comment, though he looks from Blackriver to Cedric, then out the front window.

From afar, to the room, Blackriver doubts that would be the case, but lets the wizard call on that. ;)
You paged the room with 'Wyrm isn't just bad emotions, or rotten food, Mathias.'.

Cedric speaks again. "Mathias. At some personal inconvenience to both myself and to your elder, I have arranged this meetin'. You will kindly show the respect to Blackriver that she deserves as your elder, take the lupus form, and answer any questions she thinks it necessary to ask. Remember that you told me you are here to do Falcon's will. Sittin' there like a stone buddha won't achieve that."

Blackriver's nose twitches, and her posture stiffens considerably. Finishing her inspection, she sits down on her haunches in front of Mathias, tail curling around her front legs, and tilts her head to one side. Well? Her expression seems to say.

From afar, to the room, Blackriver flicks on ToG at this points to. Okay, that's the end of my gifts. ;)

Mathias looks to Cedric for a moment, "I'm sorry Cedric-Rhya, I was trying to keep my composure, and was working on keeping my center." he pauses, as he changes to lupus form, his white fur shining again...well, more of a dirty white color. He's not exactly the best of breed here. With that, he hops from his chair and looks to Blackriver again, before he looks away. Hellow again Lightning-on-Four-Paws-Rhya.

Cedric follows Mathias into lupus and sits back on his haunches on a clear patch of floor. Again you take a good intention and fail to turn it into a good action, he points out. Then he turns to Blackriver. As I told you, he is Falcon's servant, just as I am. Thank you for taking the time to revisit your decision. Have you anything to ask him, or me?

Blackriver's nose wrinkles in disgust at the ill-kept lupus, and she slowly tilts her head to the other side, quiet for a moment. Why are you still here? She asks Mathias after several seconds of silence. In lupus, it's impossible for her to keep the hostility out of her voice, nor does she try to hide it.

Promises-Kept keeps his gaze straight ahead, not looking at ethier directly, or challengeing. One was called by falcon to this sept, and have not been told to go elsewhere. One stays, because one must.

Lightning keeps silent, only a slight twist of his ear betraying that he's paying close attention to this exchange.

Blackriver's ears twitch, and she leans forward slightly. And while you have hidden here in the scab, what have done? Have you fought the Wyrm, helped other Garou, tried to be a good Silver Fang? The Philodox pauses for moment. Or have you sulked in the shadows, whining about your fate? The way she says it makes it pretty clear which one Blackriver thinks is most likely, although the trash house helps too.

Promises-Kept gives a negative reply. One has worked with the scab wolves, and was able to find a lost cub. One spent time as he was able to teach the cub, to make way to becoming something great. One has walked the scab, and listened to find what one could find. But, there was time to which one was weak.

More silent listening from Lightning. The fostern remains immobile, intent.

Blackriver doesn't seem very impressed. Her ears settle down in a lupine frown, and she stares rather eerily at Promises-Kept. No. What have you done? What have you fought? How have you tried to do what Falcon has asked of you? How have you tried to be a good Silver Fang? You found and taught a lost cub... is that all?

Promises-Kept flattens his ears and looks away. One has lived. One cannot claim more then that. He looks a bit shamed to that, is tail curled tight around his side.

Lightning interjects a comment at last, with sympathy evident as well as regret. He took the rejection by this sept hard. I think he has been hard put to do more than live.

Blackriver looks rather... disappointed, ears drooping down a touch and weight shifting over slightly to her right side. But you stayed. She mummers, partially to herself. Why do you do nothing? What do you wait for?

Promises-Kept pauses a moment. Look to the walls. They are my tale of despair and anger. Again, there are multiple claw marks on the walls, many obvious. One left to the city to forget it, to find the center, and if need be, live as a gnawer to serve Gaia.

Twitch, from Lightning. To serve Gaia is good, he agrees, with a fairly obvious 'but' looming up. But... (there it is), you are a Silver Fang, a noble. It is not right that you should live on the streets in shame. This is why I rescued you.

Blackriver's lips curl back in a silent snarl, and it's clear she agrees with Lightning's comment. If you wish to leave our tribe. Then leave. She snarls.

Promises-Kept keeps looking away, as he replies. One does not want to leave the tribe, but one does what one must to serve Gaia. Even if one must leave the tribe, One works for Gaia first.

You will not leave our tribe, Lightning insists. Your bearing, your blood, your fur, all show your lineage. A diamond remains a diamond even if hidden in a dungheap and you will remain a Silver Fang even if you live among urrah and half-dogs. He turns to address Blackriver. What he wants and what we all want is for him to remain one of us, and do Gaia's bidding and Falcon's, without bringing himself or us into disrepute. Can this be achieved?

Blackriver's bright pink tongue comes out to smooth back her whiskers, as she considers Lightning's words. It can. She decides after a moment. But he must be willing to work hard, to remember the creeds and think before he acts. A pause. And it will take a long time. She angles her head to the side and stares at Promises. How much are you willing to do to be a part of this sept and fight for Gaia as a Silver Fang and a guardian of the Hidden Walk?

Promises-Kept tilts slightly, a human gesture. One has risked life living so close, has tried as hard as possible for everything he has done. There is nothing one will not do. The last bit is both a statement and a sort of boast, he stands behind it, all four paws.

Lightning, for the first time in this tense three-way exchange, seems to express a positive air towards Promises-Kept. Well said, young wolf. Now I hear the true spirit of Falcon at last.

Blackriver lest out a soft huff of approval. Then show me. Show us. Show your tribemates and the people of the sept you wish to join. Soon the last leaves will fall off the trees, and the snow and cold wind will come. Then we will have the rite to keep the sun on the darkest night of the seasons. Before then, you must do five things. Five things to combat the wyrm, to help your fellow Garou, to show your willingness to work and be a member of the sept, to convince us that you have learned honor and wisdom. Then, if those five are enough, whoever is elder then can give you new chimminage.

Promises-Kept pauses a moment, then looks to blackriver, meeting her gaze for the first time. As you have said it, it will be done. His eyes burn with fire in them, not in a challenge, but rather a show of will.

Lightning 's tension starts to relax as Blackriver pronounces her decision in her best halfmoonish way, though it blips back up again at her last hint that she may not always be elder. For a moment he turns his head and looks at her, his nose twitching in a half-suppressed query as to what she means by that and whether she has him in mind. Then he turns back to Promises-Kept as he makes his vow, and once more expresses approval. I suggest you begin by cleaning this den up, he comments. You should be proud of yourself and you cannot be proud of yourself while you live in a house full of filth and decay. To show that I wish you nothing but well I shall help you.

Blackriver's tail waves slightly in the air at Promises' enthusiasm. She turns briefly to look at Lightning, giving the Fostern a 'well, duh' look.

Promises-Kept seems to agree, as he changes forms back to homid, then going into the kitchen, where running water is soon heard, as is the clashing of pans.

Lightning looks at Blackriver again. The homid-born garou seems to find the lupus-born one's frankness about the eldership issue a little disconcerting. Shall I take you back to the bawn? he offers by way of changing the subject.

Blackriver on the other hand (or paw) seems to find Lightning's tactfulness regarding the subject rather confusing. Thus, she's also quite happy to change the subject, chuffing an eager yes to the Galliard's suggestion, and reluctantly shifting upwards into homid.