...as she's still pacing it, muttering under her breath. The Umbral weather matches the Realm, tonight; clear, slightly cool, the wind gently fluttering trees and fur. Calm and cool, in other words. Ishmael stands nearby, arms folded over his chest, jacket fluttering somewhat. Mouse seems to have everything covered, and so he's simply waiting for instruction. Fallout, in lupus, remains out of the...

... Who knows what is concealed here? To the north, the sounds of the interstate are audible in the distance, while to the east, the ground begins to rise into tumbled piles of rocks and shallow gullies. Ishmael almost growls. "/Dude./ You think I'm any more happy about all o' this than you are?" Riley snaps his gaze to Ishmael, "No. So you shouldn't be throwing away /your/ existence /either/." First...

...foliage. In spite of this, however, the ambient temperature is still rather chill, and most of the park patrons are seen wearing jackets or sweaters of some variety or another. Not much difference, Ishmael sits on a bench between a particularly warm patch of sunlight, jacket pulled around him tightly as reclines against the armrest with a sketchpad nestled in his lap. He's in the process of drawing...

Who : Jack, Salem, Mouse, Ishmael, Nita (GM) What : The Walkers summon a Lion spirit to help out. Huh. That...actually went a lot easier than I thought it would. Good. Preparation is the name of the game tonight. Mouse has apparently been at this for...some time. In the umbral scenery of the island, she's drawn a fairly large, perfectly round circle (in fact, she's been rather anal about it...

Who : Jack, Riley, Chris, Mouse, Ishmael, Bobby, Jeff, Ilona, Derrick, Jonas, Sean What : As the revelers leave, those who stay behind coalesce briefly in the center of the caern. Riley pisses everyone off, Chris and Sean have a staredown, and then there's discussion of recent scouting. Christ, dealing with self-righteous kids on a full moon ain't fun. Acting like third graders, all of them. Jesus...

I mean, seriously. The whole laying eggs and then fertilizing them outside the body thing... you'd think it would make sex less appealing. Ishmael, my male African Dwarf Frog, won't leave Mobi, the female, the hell alone. Like, ever. It's a good thing she's significantly larger, because she has to tow his little piggy-back ass all over the tank more often than not. I've never heard of them being...

Who : Jack, Sean, Bobby, Ishmael, Foxling (GM) What : The three cliath take Bobby on a trip to the umbra and meet a few spirits; Ishmael takes the cub back and Jack and Sean stay for a bit, and Jack takes Sean to see the city umbra. They discuss many things; the weaver, the scab, and the Phoenix Prophecy and what it means for the garou. ...I can't believe he hasn't been shown this stuff before...

When: Friday Morning Who: Stars, Ishmael What: A Gnawer and a Walker run into each other Midmorning and cold, Autumn has certainly started making its presence felt in Saint Claire, especially among those with no true homes to call their own. But one such, at least, seems to be taking things in good cheer. Perched at the edge of the fountain, the Starcaller peers down into the basin curiously,...

Who : Jack, Ishmael, Quentin, Sean, Fallon What : Returning to the lobby. It's shortlived. I can't talk to them about this. Fuck off, it's just happening again. Anyone. Everyone. Ishmael pushes himself up and goes to wring out the towel again, grunting. "Must've been some pretty badass formor." "Insidious, more like," Quentin mutters under his breath; sprawled on a couch, somewhat cleaned...

... incapable of a such complex emotion?  Third: Do they answer to a higher being/Do they experience life-changing encounters? I believe yes, to some degree.  One of my favorite books is called Ishmael  by Daniel Quinn.  In the book, Ishmael (a gorilla) explains that animals are aware of a God, but don't necessarily need to answer to Him all the time.  They are satisfied living their lives, knowing...