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Posted 15/08/2008 08:13:25 AM | | There are always bums and the homeless digging through refuse, it is always that way. One more that seemingly tumbles out of a heap hardly draws any attention at all. He stands upright, swigs a bottle of gin and sniffs the air, something catching his attention he starts wandering toward the downtown area.
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| Welcome Garou, one and all, my Changing brothers and sisters, dancers in the high moonlight, welcome! I call thee, summon thee, bring you hence to witness this circle, this everwidening circle, the Moot that we call. Hear me! Hear my howl! |