I can literally shift right here and now. I have control over my transformation. But I'm also old for our kind and it takes work to get to this stage. I've been doing this since I was sixteen.
[ The idea of another Garou out there they can't control themselves fills her with dread. It doesn't cross her mind for a moment they might be speaking about Domingos. ]
In my family, we're fostered for a year to learn how to control our gifts. Trained intensely. Then we have to pass a test to become a fully fledged adult of the group. It sounds like a cub who doesn't have control over their rage.
You're good. I expected questions. I guess it ranges from four foot to about nineish? I've never really like...got the measuring tape out before.
[ In hindsight, how hasn't she figured that out in all these years? ]
So like this? [ She points at herself. ] We call this this homid form. The next is Glabro - I call it teen wolf, 'cos, well, it looks like every shitty teen wolf movie. I guess I gain about a foot?
The crinos. We call that the war-form. It's pretty much your classic werewolf. Big. Mean. Deadly. Hard as fuck to actually kill. Big bitch.
Then, you start to shift down onto four paws. Hispo. Some people call us Direwolves but we're about five foot on all four paws. Then, total end of the scale, Lupus. Wolf. I'm a big bitch, so, I'd guess at around four feet from ear to paw?
[ She kinda wishes she could write this down, since there's the very real possibility she'll forget about half of what Ren's saying, but then there's the risk of someone running into that. ]
You give me a putcher of water? I can turn that fucker into anything from tequila to champaign.
[ She grins. Proud. ]
Gaia teaches us stuff. She taught me how to make magic booze. It's a Fianna thing. Don't read it to the implications of teaching the Garou with Irish heritage how to make booze too much.
[ Aaand she disappears into the other side of the suite, then there's the sound of her filling two glasses in the bathroom, and then she's joining Ren with said glasses. ]
[ Ren winks before closing her eyes and hovering a hand above each glass. She pulls on her gnosis, taking her time to perform the gift fully, just as she was taught and there is a palpable shift of energy in the air. Something ancient and unknowable shifts to react to her offering of spiritual energy.
Ren opens her eyes again with a grin.
The two glasses of water are now one glass of fine dry champagne, and the other of a dark sweet rioja. Filled to the level that Cellar had filled the water to. ]
[ Lifting the rioja a little higher, biting her lower lip as she grins. She gives Ren the other one, unless the other girl asks for the wine instead. She takes a sip, and … she might not really know what the original is like, but she knows this one's damn good. ]
That's fucking incredible.
[ Magic booze is the best kind of magic, she's decided. ]
Thanks — again. For telling me. [ A little laughter, ] With or without the booze.
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[ The idea of another Garou out there they can't control themselves fills her with dread. It doesn't cross her mind for a moment they might be speaking about Domingos. ]
In my family, we're fostered for a year to learn how to control our gifts. Trained intensely. Then we have to pass a test to become a fully fledged adult of the group. It sounds like a cub who doesn't have control over their rage.
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Wait, how big are you? As a— do you have another term or is it 'wolf'? Garou?
[ ... ]
Feel free to tell me if I'm asking way too many questions.
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[ In hindsight, how hasn't she figured that out in all these years? ]
So like this? [ She points at herself. ] We call this this homid form. The next is Glabro - I call it teen wolf, 'cos, well, it looks like every shitty teen wolf movie. I guess I gain about a foot?
The crinos. We call that the war-form. It's pretty much your classic werewolf. Big. Mean. Deadly. Hard as fuck to actually kill. Big bitch.
Then, you start to shift down onto four paws. Hispo. Some people call us Direwolves but we're about five foot on all four paws. Then, total end of the scale, Lupus. Wolf. I'm a big bitch, so, I'd guess at around four feet from ear to paw?
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Wow. That's... kinda amazing.
[ Big Big Wolf. ]
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[ This is her favourite Gaia given gift. ]
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Still a pause.
And another pause. ]
Say what.
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You give me a putcher of water? I can turn that fucker into anything from tequila to champaign.
[ She grins. Proud. ]
Gaia teaches us stuff. She taught me how to make magic booze. It's a Fianna thing. Don't read it to the implications of teaching the Garou with Irish heritage how to make booze too much.
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You know I'm gonna ask you to demonstrate, right?
[ Please may she have some booze? She's ready to get two glasses for them as soon as Ren gives the go-ahead. ]
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[ Hey, its better than screaming and crying and running away. ]
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Do you have to hold them, or—?
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[ Ren winks before closing her eyes and hovering a hand above each glass. She pulls on her gnosis, taking her time to perform the gift fully, just as she was taught and there is a palpable shift of energy in the air. Something ancient and unknowable shifts to react to her offering of spiritual energy.
Ren opens her eyes again with a grin.
The two glasses of water are now one glass of fine dry champagne, and the other of a dark sweet rioja. Filled to the level that Cellar had filled the water to. ]
Told you.
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Holy shit! How do you not do this all the time?
[ Other than the obvious reasons. You know what, never mind. ]
Which one's for me?
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[ Normally, booze and drugs aren't on offer all the time like they are here.
Being 18 in America with their wild drinking laws had been the catalyst for realising she need to fix the problem. ]
Lady's choice. A stiff drink usually helps with the so you're a Garou conversation.
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[ Lifting the rioja a little higher, biting her lower lip as she grins. She gives Ren the other one, unless the other girl asks for the wine instead. She takes a sip, and … she might not really know what the original is like, but she knows this one's damn good. ]
That's fucking incredible.
[ Magic booze is the best kind of magic, she's decided. ]
Thanks — again. For telling me. [ A little laughter, ] With or without the booze.