This was actually turning out to be quite a satisfying evening. With a group of new recruits from the guild, Teresa had been ‘instructed’ to go to the top of Phoenix Mountain and howl at the moon. Of course it was a stupid thing to do, but apparently it was some kind of hazing ritual in the guild. Maybe she could have refused it, but experience had thought her, that while there was no official penalty, those who didn’t go through a hazing were still treated differently. Plus it did not actually sound too bad. All they had to do was camp on the top of the mountain, howl a bit and have a good time.
Normally she had asked around a bit. It seemed like a perfectly good time to scare the new members. Perhaps sic a few monsters on them or such a thing. However from what she had heard, the new head mistress Leona had put a stop to that practice.
So now it had just turned out into a nice campfire. Since it was only one night, nobody had bothered to bring a tent or anything. All they had schlepped along were liquor, food and fireworks. She could not really remember who came up with the brilliant idea to turn it into a proper party, but she believed that person should get a statue. The fire was roaring on top of the mountain, the booze was flowing and there was enough meat on the barbeque to satisfy a group of hungry wolves. Although one person was big enough to count as an entire group, so she still had to be wary that he did not inhale all the food at once.
The last of the group was arriving soon and then the party could get really started. Just a moment later he arrived, introduced himself. Looking over the group, Teresa could not help but smile faintly as she inhaled from her signature black cigarettes.
The next few hours were spend talking, getting to know each other and mostly filled with the most the laughter of the group. Everyone was telling strong stories and especially Teresa had a few that astounded the entire group, making them all doubt whether she was telling the truth or not.
Of course she always had a knack for telling stories and always mixed in enough ridiculous stories that nobody would be able to tell which parts were true.
Then slowly the clouds began to separate and the moon showed it’s round, pale, perfect face. Whether it was the magic of the night or the fact that they all belonged to the silver wolf guild, but something gripped Teresa. It was unexpected, but suddenly she could no longer resist the urge and appearantly neither could the others.
Even if it was just a bit of hazing, it still counted as bonding and the new members were already getting along. Such a basic trick, yet it always seems to work. No matter the era. Teresa thought to herself as she looked around the group. “Comon, once more!” She said with a big grin after taking a huge, humongous, biggerest, fantastical sip of her flask and let out a burp that could strip the paint of a building.
WC: 548
Normally she had asked around a bit. It seemed like a perfectly good time to scare the new members. Perhaps sic a few monsters on them or such a thing. However from what she had heard, the new head mistress Leona had put a stop to that practice.
So now it had just turned out into a nice campfire. Since it was only one night, nobody had bothered to bring a tent or anything. All they had schlepped along were liquor, food and fireworks. She could not really remember who came up with the brilliant idea to turn it into a proper party, but she believed that person should get a statue. The fire was roaring on top of the mountain, the booze was flowing and there was enough meat on the barbeque to satisfy a group of hungry wolves. Although one person was big enough to count as an entire group, so she still had to be wary that he did not inhale all the food at once.
The last of the group was arriving soon and then the party could get really started. Just a moment later he arrived, introduced himself. Looking over the group, Teresa could not help but smile faintly as she inhaled from her signature black cigarettes.
The next few hours were spend talking, getting to know each other and mostly filled with the most the laughter of the group. Everyone was telling strong stories and especially Teresa had a few that astounded the entire group, making them all doubt whether she was telling the truth or not.
Of course she always had a knack for telling stories and always mixed in enough ridiculous stories that nobody would be able to tell which parts were true.
Then slowly the clouds began to separate and the moon showed it’s round, pale, perfect face. Whether it was the magic of the night or the fact that they all belonged to the silver wolf guild, but something gripped Teresa. It was unexpected, but suddenly she could no longer resist the urge and appearantly neither could the others.
“AAAAWWWRRRORROOOOOOOOOOOOOOAOAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
The group howled as one, before bursting out in laughter.Even if it was just a bit of hazing, it still counted as bonding and the new members were already getting along. Such a basic trick, yet it always seems to work. No matter the era. Teresa thought to herself as she looked around the group. “Comon, once more!” She said with a big grin after taking a huge, humongous, biggerest, fantastical sip of her flask and let out a burp that could strip the paint of a building.
“AAAAWWWRRRORROOOOOOOOOOOOOOAOAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
WC: 548
