Hatsumi felt awkward. It was a feeling she'd been haunted by since the very first day she arrived at the sept. Naturally, awkwardness was a core part in growing up, and most teenagers experienced it some time or another. They didn't generally, however, feel awkward because they were currently hulking, 8 feet monster werewolves capable of tearing a man in two (well, most weren't anyway).
Her tail twitched every now and then as she tried to calm herself.
She felt big, clumsy and completely naked. That was probably what bothered her most, but no one else seemed to mind and she tried not to think about it too much. She'd even seen a man walk by without a thread on his body just a little while ago, so she had to assume that Gaia saw no fault in her warriors went au naturel. She felt as if she should try to stifle a little laugh, but honestly she was too riled up to do anything but grin with her teeths, two rows of sharp, tearing monsters in their own rights, clenched painfully together. She shifted slowly in her seat and reached for some of the cider that was being served, the owner of the brand apparantly being kin or so she'd heard. It tasted sour and she shivered slightly, but another sip and she realized that it actually had a natural, sweet taste. She was so used to artificial sweeteners that she could only barely feel it, but it was there. She took another swig and gave a little sigh.
She looked around some more as her tail began it's irregular twitching again, her ears at full attention (she'd almost gotten used to the feeling of being able to move your ears like this, not so much the fact that it was almost instinctual however) as she tried to overhear conversations or stories told. Her father wasn't there, which truth-be-told didn't surprise her that much, but after having been ordered by one of the few Shadow lords she had gotten to know to "sit down and stay there, pup.", there really weren't that many faces she recognized. She didn't even recognize herself these days, though she was beginning to memorizing the patterns in her fur a bit. The fact that she wasn't completely black, but rather a little grey as well here and there, hadn't escaped her elders and it'd been remarked and questioned-with-slight-sneers-on-their-faces whether this new pup didn't belong with the Furies.
She hadn't minded it though, she liked her new fur coat... if only she'd get over her own embarassment she'd probably like it more. She'd only spent a little while in the Lupus form, more because she had too than out of free will. It had been a harrowing experience, she didn't know forests could smell that much. Still, she looked over herself slowly, careful not to look as if she was too interested, just bored. She felt muscles and sinew move under her skin, thick fur coating her body and talons sharp as blades at the tip of her fingers. Absurd, if you thought about it.
Her eyes, golden yellow, flickered back on the masses of people, all looking like they were having the time of their lives. Funny, she thought as she saw a group of males about her own age, laughing loudly as they shared some incomprehensible memory of something or another. It's almost like being back at school...
A sudden tap at her shoulder pulled Hatsumi away from her thoughts. One of her mentors, a rather aged Ragabash, looked at her with an amused glint in her eyes. Suddenly she realized that, aside from the elders of the sept, she was the only one sitting away from the main festivities. For a moment she was confused, then she remembered exactly who it had been that had told her to sit patiently and wait. She growled, an instinctual thing that suddenly made her pause in surprise, and then rose, her legs complaining slightly. She'd been kept from the main body of festivity simply because she'd blindly listened to whatever anyone older than her had said. She had a good mind to give the old hag a proper talking to, but there was Auspice and then there was rank.
Instead she tried to smile, faltered in a few seconds and then slid into the crowd, praying to Go... no, Gaia... did Gaia hear prayers? Praying to whoever that she hadn't just become the laughingstock of the entire sept.
She'd love to join the rest in her normal form, she'd seen a good deal of that, but nobody else seemed to have the same problem as her. Shrugging it all off, she finished off the cider, barely noticing the alcohol or the sour taste, and headed towards a group of people surrounding a chess board.
She got a few distrustful looks from a Silver Fang, she recognized him as someone only a few years older than her, who was playing against a Garou that she hadn't met before. She folded her arms in what she hoped was a serious look as she began to observe the game, trying her best to overcome the instinctual need to lower her head for the Fang, who seemed only to become more reckless in his playing when she was this close. She sincerely hoped he wouldn't be blaming her for his inevitable loss, it was bad enough that most of her tribe seemed dead set on making enemies with everyone.
((OOC - Long post is long... Fixed a little misunderstanding and added a glob of text.))