STANDING ON THE EDGE OF A REVOLUTION[Morningstar's band meeting]

Samael summoned him. Summoned many, in fact. An open ended call, to the family. Anxiety welled in his gut, threatened to spill from his jaws. The scarred herald made the trek up the cliff face, where Samael had previously taken him to meet his new children. Little Dominika had been a strange, delightful young girl. Quite a few had come up this mountainside, it seemed. Nostrils close to the ground, the male carefully picked his way up the incline. It was slow going, since the change in climate had made the snow packs somewhat unstable. Rocks tumbled away underfoot, and made the climb dangerous for anyone. Let alone a frail guardian with eyes that may as well have been stones in his head.

"...The rules are simple, respect one another. Follow orders if and when I give them. Do not make enemies of the area packs, as I will be moving to secure treaties with the ones that are willing to. We are a neutral party and will remain as such even if one of our allies go to war with another. Children born to those in the band will be claimed into the band immediately. Romantic relationships with minors is prohibited. Rape is also prohibited. And finally I don't care who you love so long as the relationship between you is mutual and I ask that should we have the space you bring your significant other to join us so you are not divided in your loyalties."

What was Samael up to now? Brows drew together curiously, daring to announce himself by crunching through the snow to join them. Uriel was here, he could smell her. So were the eldest of his brother's children. The condemned young. Jaws parted as if to speak, before a young voice cut through the quiet. "What's rape?" Oh Holy Father. His mouth snapped shut, horror evident in his pinched expression. Please, let no one speak.

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