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This room started out along the same lines as any single-occupancy dorm room in Storm Hall. Basic furnishings and furniture. Desk, bed, chair, closet, etc. That's pretty much where the similarities end. Taped to the ceiling, in a very orderly fashion, are scads of posters. One has a dark angel, black winged and majestic, bearing a limp woman clad in white rags in his muscular arms. Also abundant are posters of wolves, and a few more esoterically gothic posters. The rest of the room is a quiet display of some gothnicity. The bed is draped in a sheet and comforter set of black with silver stitching, obviously well-worn, but still rather attractive. On a small table beside the bed is a stunning glass sculpture of a rampant dragon that looks like it cost the room's occupant a small fortune. The large sculpture is surrounded by smaller, less imposing crystal figures. Dark curtains drape over the window, whose ledge is piled with very large, very old, very imposing books. Anyone coming in the window would make quite a ruckus knocking those over. The desk is lit by a small lamp, which casts its light on another sculpture, this one of a winged unicorn, seemingly in flight. A few pieces of clothing poke out of a hamper in one corner of the room, and a carved wooden stand holds a small array of cloaks, wraps, and headwear. All in all, this a dark, but not necessarily imposing room.

Brigid sits in the chair by the desk, one of her textbooks in her lap and reading quietly.

Kristine wakes slowly, her brows pulled down in a frown. She lifts her head up, then groans, dropping it back on whatever it was resting on. A hand moves to rub at her forehead as she sighs, not quite aware she's not in her own room. "What a dream," she mutters.

Brigid glances up from the book and quietly closes it, "Sleep well, Kristine? You just went out like a light when we got here."

Kristine snaps open her eyes to stare at Brig, then bolts up to a sitting position. "Brigid?" She then looks around the dorm-room, a frown marring her features. "Wait, How did I That wasn't Real I'm still dreaming?" The words all rushed together as a hand moves to pull at the borrowed dress.

Brigid gets up from the chair and slowly crosses to the bed, sitting down gently on the edge, "No, it's not a dream. Everything that happened did happen." Looking at the powder blue dress, "I'm glad I managed to find something that fit decently..."

"Thank you, and I did sleep well," She answers. Her hand moves to rest against her forehead again in the classical gesture of frustration, before turning her eyes to Brigid. "What happened to me? I don't understand."

Brigid folds her hands in her lap and licks her lips, "Do you remember anything of before we came here?"

You say "There was this guy, tried to.. well, You know. I guess the wine triggered another Walk and I found myself wandering near the campus, then He...well..something snapped, and that's when Keith found me." She begins to fidget a little, picking at her fingernails, anything that's handy, the explaination ceasing there for the moment, as if she's unable to believe even her own words. "I guess it's pretty crazy, wouldn't you think?"

Brigid chuckles softly, "I've heard a lot of crazy things, but what you went through is not one of them."

Kristine stands quickly and begins pacing. She pauses as the rush of blood causes her head to spin, but then she's back to the pacing. "I'm sorry, but what I did ..that is -not normal-!" She sighs, and lowers her head, the spark vanishing again, "I'm sorry."

Brigid stands up and rests her hands reassuringly on the woman's shoulders, "Don't be. I had a similar reaction my first time." A soft sigh escapes her and she smiles, "It is normal, Kristine. Normal for people like us. Garou. Or, as most people care to call us, werewolves.

With that, Kris spins around and stares wide eyed at Brigid. "Werewolves? -Werewolves-!? You have got to be kidding me!" She backs away from the other, though her words and actions are out of fear and lack of understanding than outright defiance. She's scared, she's really scared.

Brigid holds up her hands, palms up, "I'm not lying to you, Kristine. I haven't lied to you since we first bumped into each other. Why would I lie to you now?" She returns to calmly sit on the bed, looking at Kris calmly, expression an open book.

Kristine backs into a wall, then slinks down. Her hands rise to cover her face as the tears begin to fall. "I don't know..I'm just scared. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm so scared. I hurt that man. What if I do it again?"

Brigid gets up from the bed and walks over calmly, kneeling nearby, "I know you're scared, I know this is all so very frightening. That's why I'm here, that's why all of us Garou are here, to help you through this. There are so many others around here, Kris, and they all will want to help." Her voice is soft and calming, and she very, -very- gently places one hand on Kris' elbow.

You say "But what of my friends? School? What about my mother and fa--" she pauses, a frown hinting at her brow, before she shakes her head, leaning a little towards her. "What about my mother?"

Brigid drops her eyes a moment, hiding a faint expression of pain at the word 'mother', looking up after a moment, "Well...at this point, we'd have to talk to a close friend about that. She has more sway over some of us than I do, and she would have more to tell you on this. She may allow you to still see your friends, or she may not. I simply don't know." Nodding to the phone on her desk, she sighs, "You can give your mother a call and let her know that you're all right, though. Though, be careful not to say what I've told you."

Kristine shakes her head, and sighs, bringing a hand up to rest against her lips. "She's in Pennsylvania, and I'm not allowed to call my grandparents." Her eyes turn upwards with a hint of curiousity, "So, I'm a werewolf? And you're a...Werewolf too?" A slight giggle escapes her lips before, she sobers slightly, "It's not like Lon Chaney is it? Changing during a full moon, and all of that?"

Brigid lets herself chuckle softly, "No, not like that at all. I can show you if you want? It's rather simple. You'll learn how to do it eventually..."

Kristine tilts her head at her, a little of the fear draining, replaced by that twinge of curiousity and the spark seen a few times already. "Show me..what?"

Brigid holds up a hand, "Nothing spectacular...just a simple shift down to a wolf form, then back. All quiet and simple, and I promise I won't come near you unless you ask me to."

Kristine blinks and stares at her. "Wolf form? You can change to a wolf?" You can just see the questions that are starting to form in her mind in those wide green eyes.

Brigid nods and stands, walking to the open space in the room between desk and bed. "Would you like me to show you?"

Kristine brings her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on the bends, and nods, "Please?"

Brigid nods and smiles, "All I do is think about being a wolf and..." Her form begins to change, slowly, growing a bit to a more muscular form, then to one resembling a rather frightening cross between man and wolf, then to a rather nasty looking wolf form, and finally, to the form of a simple, white-furred wolf.

The middle form brings a shudder from Kris, before she tilts her head at the wolf. Reaching a hand hestitantly towards her, she chuckles a little, "I was white too..I remember that much. How'd you -do- that?"

StarEyed pads quietly forward at the outstretched hand and whuffs, the voice understandable to Kris for some reason. Thought about being a wolf, and I was one. It is habit after a while. She sits within reach and lets her tongue loll from her mouth in a lupine grin.

Kristine giggles, her other hand moving to hide the smile. The outstretched one runs fingers through the white fur, giving a scratch here and there. "Wow, is all I can say. Wait til everyone hears--oh wait, you said I couldn't tell anyone." Well, those weren't the exact words, but she pretty much guessed it from the 'You mustn't tell Mother' warning.

StarEyed bobs her head a bit, ice-pale eyes closing at the occasional scratch. Yes, no telling. She would not understand this.

Kristine snorts a little, "If she can have a liason with some strange guy, I'm sure this won't come to much of a shock to her," she mutters, her tone strangely bitter. Odd, one would think, she refused to mention contacting her father, yet almost in the same breath mention her mother's lover? "I've got lots of questions, Brigid..but..what I really want to know is, what's going to happen to me?"

StarEyed steps back a bit and changes back to the form she started in, kneeling on the floor. "Well...first of all, I'm going to get in touch with some other people and see about getting you moved to someplace a bit safer than here."

Kristine shrugs, her brows coming together. "Why? What's wrong with here? Outside of joggers that think with their peckers and not their heads."

Brigid drapes her hands over one knee, "Well...hmm, how can I explain this...ah! I know. Each Garou belongs to a different tribe, each has it's own...attributes, so to speak. You and I are what are called Silver Fangs. Now, and this is true with everything, there are Garou that you would not want to meet. We don't even call them Garou, we call them Black Spiral Dancers. They are nasty, evil buggers, and they have a nasty habit of stealing newly made Garou. Like yourself."

Kristine nods, as if that made sense, "Oh." Seems she's not too interested in what a Black Spiral Dancer is, because a totally unassociated question is asked. "How do you know what..tribe I am?"

You say "And what the hell is a Silver Fang!?""

Brigid smiles, "One, because Keith trusted me to take you. Secondly, because you mentioned your fur was white. Also, blood calls to blood, if you catch my drift." She pauses on the last question, "Silver Fangs are one of the Garou tribes. We have historically been the leaders of Garou society, and have the purest bloodlines. Unfortunately...retaining that purity has cost us, but you'll learn about that later."

Kristine makes a face, smirking slightly. "Let me guess, you sleepwalk and have wierd dreams too?" Tosses her hands in the air in a helpless guesture, "I'm no leader! I can hardly balance my checkbook!"

Brigid shakes her head at the sleepwalking question, "No..." She pauses for a long moment, "I hear voices." She moves on, "I'm no leader myself, but it's part of the bloodline. Many of the Garou kings came from our lines."

Kristine sighs, resting her chin on her knees again, "Will I be taken away from St. Claire? I was raised here you know." She closes her eyes, thinking of other questions about other subjects, but none of them are voiced, "Brigid?"

Brigid answers the questions with a seemingly endless patience and understanding, "No...you wouldn't leave here." She watches quietly until her name is spoken, "Yes Kristine?"

Kristine looks to her, the expression almost childlike, her voice dropping to a whisper, "You won't leave me, will you?"

Brigid quietly moves to sit right next to Kris, wrapping a sisterly arm around her, "No, Kristine, I won't leave you."