Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he lounges on one of the park benches and watches the moon lazily. He seems to simply be enjoying the night air, perhaps pondering something, although he doesn't really strike as the deep thinking type*

Tatiana Brandt: *At this hour, she's walking out of Redbones at long last. Her hands are still a lingering shade of pink, though even now her light backpack - as black as all of her clothing - is slouching down on one shoulder. Tanja walks on to a path without the fear a New Yorker ought to reasonably have in the park at any time of the day, really, binding up her long hair with a pin.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: d10: per+lore: 9,10,3,8,5,

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (shocking! He can tell she's kinfolk..quite a feat with her PB of 5)

Tatiana Brandt: (( Gasp! How could he!! *teh shock!* ))

Tatiana Brandt: d10: Per + Alertness: 7,6,10,4,5,10,

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he eyes Tatiana for a long moment as she heads up the path...my...her breeding is truly remarkable. She stands as a beacon one who simply cannot be over looked. He rises to his full height and speaks to her a simple greeting* Evening.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She comes out of Redbones a few minutes after Tatiana, dressed identically to her twin...the only difference between the two being that Annika's hair is in a braid. She shoulders her backpack and moves to follow her sister, looking around as she does. You never know...that abominable Silver Fang may be present.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: ~description~Arn is a large man, even by the standards of the Fenrir, he stands 6'5" and weighs in excess of 280 pounds. He could be considered attractive with a strong jawline, dark hair and eyes, but such qualities are often spoiled by his air of arrogance and outright superiority. He moves with a slow and deliberate stride, his gaze meeting that of any who look his way, his expression set into an almost perpetual scowl. (PB3)

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he continues to peer down the pathway as Annika appears. His face shows confusion for a moment before his mind makes the connection. The Brandt twins..almost all Fenrir have heard of them. Tales of such purity spread most easily*

Tatiana Brandt: *Somewhere in her mid-twenties, Tatiana stands at 5’7” before any heels or lifts come into play. She cuts an attractive frame if you’re in to the Aryan look – and how. Her hair is fine and straight, a pale blonde with several shades vying for attention. The highlights, entirely natural, are nearly white. Full lips, high cheekbones, strong bones, arched eyebrows laying serious and light over blue eyes that gleam with intelligence and clarity. Her skin is fair, all of its summer tan quick to fade under the slightest hint of approaching winter. Her hands are slim, nails a maintained oval. She walks like a woman that knows how to take care of herself, and her bright blue eyes, pale with the promise of a fresh autumn dawn, are almost always attentive. She’s dressed in black – all in black. Black knee high boots, black linen shirt, a long black skirt ending just past her knees. The laces of her Docs are black. These clothes, though well made, are fairly simple. The shirt is loosely in a folk style nodding back to a little parish in the shadow of the Black Forest.*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: d10: Per+Garou Lore: 7,2,7,6,8,

Tatiana Brandt: *She draws up short, likely in time with her twin. Blue eyes focus on the man she had noticed shortly before her spoke, and her face breaks in to only a faint smile - no familiarity, but openness, and respect. The raise of her chin is telling - better cautious than sorry, here.* Good evening.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he looks them both over for a long moment* I must say, I was beginning to believe you two did not actually exist.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Not gonna post Annika's, 'cause well...look up. *S*)) She looks over, eyes falling on Arn and taking him in for a moment. Her expression is calm and stoic as she glances at him, and then her eyes lower to a respectful stance, though her back stays straight, a posture born out of discipline, not arrogance.

Tatiana Brandt: *That pulls a puzzled look from her momentarily, glancing briefly to her sister before her eyes, also, lower. She shifts her shoulder only to straighten the backpack along with her posture.* You are more than welcome to come in for a meal any day. We work here often. *Her gesture back to Redbones, her tone - nothing is uppity, nothing but respect. There is no deception.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: I am Arn Grimhild, we are of the same family, you are the Brandt twins are you not? *he towers over them but for whatever reason his posture is reserved and his gaze is not as harsh as it might be with others nearly a foot shorter than himself*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She comes up to Tatiana, stopping at her side, and turns to regard Arn, nodding briefly. "Indeed, Mr. Grimhild. We are the Brandts. This is my sister, Tatiana, and I am Annika."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Well met. Your Father's death was a great loss. He was a man worthy of respect. I would assume that you two seek to carry on in his image.

Tatiana Brandt: *She nods quietly, mostly in greeting. Her pink hands lower but do not hide or clasp themselves, nor does she fidget. Side by side, if it weren't for the long day of learning and the harder night of honest work, it might be damned near impossible to tell both mourning women apart. The braid certainly helps, in this case.*

Tatiana Brandt: Thank you. *There is a hesitation in her. A moment for Annika to speak? Or just as likely, a moment of silent memory for their fallen father.* We do, yes. Always.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She nods, a gracious moment, solemnly accepting the praise for their father...taking that moment of silence. "We do. Always." The words echo Tatiana's, said simultaneously with her. "Thank you, Sir."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Perhaps we should move deeper into the park..unless you're both on your way out. I have a few questions for you.

Tatiana Brandt: *She doesn't have to glance aside. The understanding is there, and she doesn't question here what, or why.* Of course, Sir. *There is no presumption to lead, but silent patience instead to follow.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Come then. *his tone not one of command, although perhaps it's not likely that they'll view it as a request they can refuse*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (room change! Sept room away!)

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Of course." She nods and waits with Tanja for Arn to lead them into the Sept.

SEPT OF THE GREEN

Tatiana Brandt: *The twins walk a respectful few paces behind the Fenrir, following him to the sept. There is no question as to why, no refusal of what had been something like an offer to follow.*

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he leads the two women through the bramble and then turns to face them* Know my full name. I am Arn Grimhild, known by deeds as Demon's Dance, Fostern Modi of the peerless Get of Fenris. *after speaking his introduction he looks them over once more* Your bloodline...it is the stuff of legends...I'm sure you've been told that before eh?

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She moves along beside her sister, nodding slightly at Arn's words. "We have, Rhya." It's said in a way that's not arrogant over the fact, or overly humble. Merely accepting of that fact.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Aim to live up to the legends yourselves then? Or do you simply seek to pass on your blood to the next Generation and hope that it breeds true? *his tone is simply inquisitive, certainly it's not hostile or condescending.*

Tatiana Brandt: Yes, Rhya. *Her answer is prompt. There is another nod when he's introduced himself fully, with the exact respect and recognition that should be expected from her. Much of this isn't so much subtle, as natural seeming. There is no sweeping, grand gesture to formalize what comes naturally, and honestly.* With varying degrees of sincerity. *A pause under his new question after she's echoed her sister, considering this.* ...We are kin, Rhya. Our duty will always be first to Gaia, and so to bring new true born to Her.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he considers Tatiana's words* You are..both unmated though are you not?

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "We seek to aid our Tribe in any way we possibly can, Rhya." She looks to her sister, then back to Arn. "While our duty to Gaia is first, as my sister says, we will do whatever we can to help our people. We do not seek to live up to legends for the sake of the legends, but we seek to aid in however we are needed."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: What skills do you possess? *spoken plainly*

Tatiana Brandt: ...In the effort to aid our tribe, Rhya, we have come to the city to learn, and become more useful to our people now, and for the next generation's sake. No, we have not yet mated. *No arrogance, no annoyance, no defensiveness. She does not waver. She does not present weakness, in tone or belief. And of course, they both still wear their mourning black.*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "We have all the skills required of us to help our family within the Sept of the Sentinel, Rhya. We were trained with some ability to defend ourselves, to maintain a home, care for our siblings, and support our people. We have been taught in the ways of the Fenrir and of their history, as well as some knowledge of our enemy and what must be done against them."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he nods and considers Annika's words the last of them more so than the the stuff about maintaining a home and siblings* What do you know of the Wyrm? Have you ever faced a minion of true darkness? Ever crossed paths with death?

Tatiana Brandt: ...We have defended our home in the past, Rhya. But with our Father, and brothers, there has been very little need for us to face that true darkness. Their claws are true, and sharp.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "We have also seen at least one, though we did not come face to face with them." Those cool blue eyes look over to Tanja, then back to Arn. "Here, just outside the park, right after we arrived in the city."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: And if darkness came calling...what would you do? Are you prepared to face the reaper? Will you cower as his scythe arcs towards you? *perhaps testing to see what they're made of. Will they become defiant? Or perhaps indignant..how curious he finds them*

Tatiana Brandt: *She stiffens faintly, the corners of her lips turning subtly downward. There is a sense of disapproval or disdain that could be attributed to hurt pride, but is much more likely thinly veiled disgust for the idea. Her jaw stiffens, setting for a moment before answering. No hostility, no break in her tone, no violence. Her voice does not rise.* We would face it, and do everything possible to defeat it, Rhya. If we were meant to cower, Great Fenris would never have blessed us by so much as being born to his people.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: No defiance, no indignance. There is nothing angry about her words, because it's mere fact of what she says. There is a faint stiffening in her spine, a sense of suppressed revulsion at the scenario. Her words remain calm and true. "We would face death unafraid, Rhya. And seek to destroy the darkness with us."

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: Well said. *he nods approvingly to Tatiana* You've his own strength within you *speaking of Fenris himself most likely, or perhaps that of their Father, depending on how they wish to take it* Death comes for us all eventually..if you stand tall in the face of it there will be a place for you in Valhalla. If you wish to be strengthened within the forge...I will teach you of what I know. *he pauses* And perhaps you can teach me of what you know in return.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (nods approvingly to them both!)

Tatiana Brandt: *There is a brief, sidelong glance to her twin. Gone is the concern over how many scant hours of sleep they can wheedle in a day or night. She nods to Arn and her sister more or less equally, silently signifying that she will agree to this.*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: The glance to Tanja is met evenly, just as quick, before she looks back and nods respectfully. Silent agreement.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Glance to Annika is met evenly. Yeah, it's late. :P))

Tatiana Brandt: (( *snugs* Sorry 'bout the hour. ^_^ ))

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Is okay! *Snugs*))

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: *he nods also* So be it. I do not wish to keep you any longer. Seek me out again when you've the time..we will work to draw out the inner strength I see in you. You will learn to take hold of it in your very hand or bind it with your spirit to push yourself beyond the limits of those who are not Fenrir. *he nods again slowly* Good night Annika and Tatiana, you reflect well upon your father, I'm sure he looks down upon you proudly.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (You both live on the West Coast, I'll hear no complaints about the lateness of the hour =P)

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Thank you, Rhya." She gives Arn a respectful nod, accepting the compliment. "That is our hope. You honor us with your words. Good evening."

Tatiana Brandt: Thank you, Rhya. *Her head bowed down a bit at that. There was no reaching out for her sister - they both knew which side to take, how to walk together and move in time and speak and look and gesture in time. With the dismissal, and a final goodbye, she will back off a bit before turning with her twin to go.* Good night, Rhya.

Arn Grimhild ~Demon's Dance~: (G'night! Thanks for playing!)

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She turns and walks alongside her sister, in that perfect time, heading to the edge of the park. ((Night!))