8/5/2004

04:23 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning Gibbous Moon phase (69% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 69 degrees Fahrenheit (20 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 10 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.98 and steady, and the relative humidity is 58 percent. The dewpoint is 54 degrees Fahrenheit (12 degrees Celsius.)

Big Red Barn(#3420RA)
The barn is built in the old style, a vast three level structure that is greater in height than a mere three stories, actually closer to five. Great wooden posts support the weight of the upper levels and roof, sunk into the hard-packed dirt floor of the first level like a sparse forest of regularly spaced, naked trees. The stalls and flagstones which once were here have been torn out to leave a rather open area where even crinos Garou may roam freely without fear of running into anything but the supports or the walls or the ladder at the back which allows access to the other two levels.
The first two levels are relatively open to each other, the second being only little wider than a catwalk going around all the walls but the front one, which has massive, twenty foot tall doors set into it. The third level is a true second floor except for a place cut out that allowed hay to be tossed down to the ground floor when the farm was actually worked. Now, it is a hayloft where Garou can sleep outside of the house.
(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")
Contents:
Jarred
Lucas
Obvious exits:
BarnYard

It's another cloudy, cool day, and the wind has kicked up with the periodic gust that sets the leaves rattling and the tiny holes and cracks in the barn whistling. There's a hint it may rain, but then again, it may not. Inside the red wooden structure, Lucas is found wandering his typical haunt. The shirtless cub is practicing at the bag with a fair bit of gusto, his hits solid and fast - mostly punches, but the occasional kick is thrown in for variety.

Kenneth by contrast, lounges up in the loft of the barn, listening to the activity of the ahroun below. All that can be seen of him are his legs hanging over the edge.

Moments pass in this odyllic setting before the light scrape of the door latch can be heard. The Shadow Lord elder enters the barn quietly, his eyes moving smoothly about to determine the identity of all occupants. He says nothing, but watches Lucas work out, evaluating every move as he sizes the cub's worth up.

Lucas doesn't pay attention to the door, though some part of him must hear it open. *Whoosh-Thud!* Comes a sharp right swing, impacting against the canvas. The blow from his left follows right in its wake, slamming against the same spot. He's not a boxer, his stance is a bit off, but he obviously knows how to throw a good hit - and probably take one. The beating on the bag continues for a few more rounds of hits, before he slows, placing a hand flat against the bag to stop its swinging.

Kenneth's idleness stops as well, with the sound of the punching slowing to a halt. The legs disappear up the loft, as he turns around and looks down below to see who it was who entered. "Jarred-rhya," the halfmoon cub is first to say when he spots the elder.

Jarred nods to the cub. "Kenneth. I wondered where I would find you two." His gaze never leaves Lucas. "Ahrouns. Do they ever do anything but practice?"

Only the faintest smirk indicates good humor.

"Either I practice or I die sooner." Remarks Lucas, a bit dryly, as he snatches up his towel off the hay and wipes the sweat from his face. "Besides, it keeps me occupied."

Xia opens the heavy barn door, looking fairly irritated that she was asked to come all they way out to the farm. Not only that, but the farm bothers her a great deal. It's a farm, dark and dirty. The Asian woman looks to find the Shadow Lord Galliard with the two cubs and scowls. "What did you want?" she asks Jarred, frowning deeply.

Jarred nods. "It's good to be occupied. Recite the tenets of the Litany for me, if you please?"

Jarred glances back at Xia but doesn't answer.

Kenneth looks over to the door again when it opens, then disappearing from sight up on the loft, but moving towards the ladder where he makes his way down. Once he's climbed down, the philodox brushes off his jeans and looks from Lucas to elder, to kin. Since it seems Jarred asked Lucas for the Litany, he doesn't say anything yet.

Lucas gives Xia a rather unsubtle look of annoyance at her interruption, but only tosses his towel across his shoulder, clears his throat, and recites. Fingers are ticked off as he does so. "Garou shall not mate with Garou, Combat the Wyrm wherever it dwells and breeds, respect another's territory, accept an honorable surrender, submit to those higher in station, first share for the greatest in station, no eating the flesh of humans, don't life the veil," There's a pause for breath, "Don't suffer others to tend your sickness, the leader can be challenged during peace, not during war, and never, ever, violate a caern." It's all said like he's had a lot of practice in learning it.

Jarred smiles. "Outstanding." He turns to Kenneth. "Please name the tribes of the Garou Nation, Kenneth." He lifts a finger to Xia indicating that he'll be with her in one moment.

Kenneth listens as Lucas gives his spiel of the litany, and then gazes at Xia for a second as he answers his elder. "Shadow Lords, Black Furies, Bone Gnawers, Children of Gaia, Fianna, Get of Fenris, Glass Walkers, Red Talons, Silent Striders, Silver Fangs, Wendigo, Uktena." There's a brief pause, before he adds, "The Stargazers left the Nation, but they still exist."

Xia listens and stands beside the barn, although she appears to look fairly impatient although she is certainly being as patient as possible.

Jarred inclines his head to Kenneth. "Excellent. Who has been teaching you? Cutter?" He quirks a grin, looking back slightly. "Xia, perhaps?"

Lucas hunches up his shoulders as he stands there, "Jeremy and Emily, the Glass Walker kinfolk, taught me the Litany while I was at their Mansion when I was first found." It's in a rather flat tone. Shielding embarrassment? Or maybe just irritation.

Kenneth tilts his chin up. "And you taught me the tribes yourself, Jarred-rhya." His eyes stray once towards the impatient kinswoman.

Jarred shakes his head, looking momentarily confused. "Ah. Yes, of course. I'd forgotten." He dismisses the look as quickly as it came. "I have come to ask if you have any questions about what you saw at the moot last night, or what you saw transpire between Cutter and I."

Kenneth shoots a glance to Lucas at the mention of questions.

"I don't, really..." Lucas says, sounding faintly distracted as he catches the look from Kenneth. The Ahroun looks specifically to the Fostern then, and says, "I do have a question about something else, though."

Jarred's eyes move to the young warrior. They narrow slightly in anticipation, but the voice is as neutral and impassive as ever. "What is your question?"

Kenneth remains silenced, giving the ahroun a chance to put forth the question he's also thinking about.

Lucas eyes the hay like he's tempted to sit down, but instead he remains standing, attentions focusing themselves on Jarred to watch his reactions. "Kenneth may be able to give you more details, but two night ago while we were out hunting, we found the carcass of a deer. It was a cougar's kill, and it didn't like us there. I tried to drive it off, and a fight started. Supposibly I frenzied, but it wasn't... normal."

Jarred lifts a brow slightly, then looks to Kenneth. "Perhaps you can shed a bit of light on this behavior?"

Kenneth has his gaze on the ahroun cub as he elaborates. "The cougar'd only managed to get in a hit at your face," he says to Lucas, "but then you popped off and shifted to hispo. That freaked out the cougar and it took off, but you chased it." Then he turns to the elder. "Cougar got away. Climbed up a tree. And after I caught up, Lucas was still in frenzy. I mean, he didn't attack me, but whatever it was I smelled, or saw, was just -- well it felt wrong." He looks back to Lucas. "S'like, you really lost it up here." He taps his head twice with a finger. "I don't know what brought you out of it, but then you just passed out after in lupus and I got you back here."

Jarred's brow furrows. "It smelled wrong, you say... Tainted? Or just unnatural?"

Lucas remains quiet at this point, looking between his elder and fellow cub.

Xia steps back in from outside, hanging up her cellphone and has an irritated look on her face.

Kenneth shakes his head with a shrug. "It's like he went deeper than crazy. You could see it in his eyes when it happened. You could smell it too, at least in wolf." He doesn't look at either of the Shadow Lords now. "I guess if you really want to put a label on it, yeah, it was like he was tainted. With madness."

Jarred takes a long breath and nods. "I have seen this before, though I have never experienced it myself. It can sometimes happen in those garou whose rage runs deep and strong." He looks back at the kinfolk and his own expression is annoyed. "I'm terribly sorry to have interrupted your spoiled urban lifestyle with a little trip into the woods, Xia, but I'm quite certain you'll be none the worse for wear afterward. Look on the bright side. At least you have a cell phone signal." Without waiting for a response, he turns back to Lucas. "On rare occasions, when a garou enters frenzy, his rage takes hold of him and he slips deep into a kind of madness. When this happens to a garou, we say that they are 'in the thrall of the Wyrm' ... It is not really a sign of taint, so much as a rage so bloodthirsty and overpowering that it can accomplish nothing good... nothing pure."

Lucas looks only vaguely relieved, and his concern still holds his expressions. "If it's that powerful, then how did I snap out of it? I don't remember a thing of what happened."

Xia slips her cellphone into her purse and crosses her arms against her chest as she semi-listens to the elder and the cubs.

Kenneth nods only once at the galliard's explanation, looking to the kin just once as she gets 'scolded', before looking back to Lucas. "I don't know man. Maybe because you weren't really hurt or anything, so there wasn't any real blood around to drive you further." The halfmoon says his theory evenly, but defers to the elder.

Jarred shrugs. "It's difficult enough to remember what happens during frenzy. Naturally, it is much harder to recall anything about what could be termed a frenzy within a frenzy. Kenneth could be right. I have seen Garou enter frenzy and then return immediately from its clutches. Remember, that we're speaking not of a simple case of lost temper, but a head-rearing of your most primal and magical nature. We are not simply man and wolf combined. We are something above both. Beyond mere genetics and mutation."

Lucas nods as he listens, filing information away in his brain. "So it's a good bet this could happen again sometime?"

Kenneth utters flatly, "Let's hope not."

Xia raises her brow a little at the subject, although she remains in one place beside the door to the barn.

Jarred smiles. "I wouldn't worry about it, Lucas. Such things can happen, particularly among those born under the full moon. There is a reason the Mother made you as angry as you are capable of becoming. It serves her purposes, just as it serves those of the Shadow Lords, and my own. It could happen again. Then again, it may never occur again for you." He turns back to Xia and smiles. "Forgive my earlier abruptness, my dear. I actually brought you here to announce your engagement to Kenneth, here. I believe you'll make a fine pair. I assume you have no objections?" His head tilts slightly, almost dog-like.

Lucas furrows his brows at the Galliard's words, but anything he was about to say is immediatly changed into an abrupt cough, his eyes quickly going to Kenneth and looking, for lack of any other term, suprised.

Kenneth doesn't register the galliard's mention of him for a moment. Then, when it does reach, he just stares. "What?" The question is poised as flatly as the flick of a lizard's tongue.

Xia drops her jaw, "I do have objections." she says sturnly. She stares at Kenneth furiously before looking up at Jarred.

Jarred looks serious. He glances back to Xia. "Oh.. Well, that *is* a shame. Lucas, then. I'm sure he'll be equally fine as a husband. You'll just have to, ahh... watch his temper."

Lucas just stands there and blinks once, twice. His gaze leaves Kenneth to look at Xia, then to Jarred, his mouth hanging slightly ajar like a car door that's gone a bit rusty and wouln't close right.

Xia responds with owlish blinks of her eyes. "They are *boys*...," she argues to Jarred.

Kenneth takes a step up, bristling invisibly. "The fuck?" comes the next words from him, finishing the question he'd started. He seems quite insulted now.

Jarred nods. "That they are... at least until they have passed their Rite of Passage. Then they will be men in the eyes of the garou. I'm certainly not suggesting you marry one of them. This would merely be an engagement."

Lucas shakes his head to try and collect himself from the initial shock of it all, rubbing at the back of his neck and skull like it's hurting. "Wait...what's this all about?" He asks of the Elder with a raised brow.

Xia keeps her arms folded, about ready to say something although Lucas seems to cut in.

Kenneth's expression has clouded over, but there's no about question the simmering anger in his eyes.

Jarred chuckles good-naturedly. "An object lesson, let's say." He turns to Xia. "Very well. You shall not have to betroth yourself to one of these young men. But the next time I request your presence someplace, think for a moment before walking through the door, glaring at your tribal elder and saying "What did you want?" He waves a hand absently. "It keeps us at such a distance, you and I. And I do so try to avoid the appearence of contempt from kinfolk while in front of my cubs... Do we have an understanding, then?" His eyes glitter ever so slightly.

Xia nods her head slowly at Jarred. "Uh, of course." she replies and bows her head.

Lucas lets out a quiet sigh and shakes his head, inwardly grumbling to himself. He looks over at Kenneth, for once thinking the halfmoon looks angrier than him.

Kenneth is indeed, angry by the look of him. Furious. Yet, he simply lets his wounded pride sizzle in cold silence, eyes fixed upon the galliard elder.

Jarred nods to Kenneth. "Speak. Tell me why you are angry. There is no duplicity in this place. That comes later."

The barn door creaks open ever so slightly, but enough to annouce that someone has opened it from the outside. In walks Michael who surveys those inside the barn for a moment before closing the door behind him and stepping in he heads back towards the ladder heading up to the higher levels.

[Michael]
Long black hair, with curling strands crimped like hair that has known braids for a good portion of their existence, crowns this young teenaged Native American's high-cheekboned face. The braids appear to be long gone and instead the whole of the mass is pulled back into a thick pony tail bound near the scalp and again at the tip with thin handmade twine. Eyes that are cold, not from lack of emotion, but rather an obvious fear of it. His expression tends a tone of righteousness; face tilted up slightly and narrowed eyelids. The youth's darkly tanned body is one that has never experienced laziness, from either need or desire it has been well worked and is in prime condition for his age. This lends attractiveness despite the unpleasant expression he gives to the world around him. Covering his legs are hand sewn leather pants, of difficult to determine origin, though cow hide is a definate possibility. His torso is hidden as well by a tunic of a rough hand-made quality. A lack of shoes reveal large feet that wear the callouses and dirt of travel for long periods of time over rough terrain. Aside from that the Wendigo only wears a necklace of thread and multi-colored beads accenting his skin.

Kenneth narrows his eyes at his elder when told to speak. And he would have, except upon Michael's entry, the cub only draws his lips tighter together in a thin line. "It's nothing," he growls out after watching the Wendigo climb up from the corner of his eyes.

Jarred's gaze deepens slightly as he stares at the cub.

From afar, Jarred uses Mindspeak with you.

The other Ahroun's arrival is given a bare bit of attention, but Lucas mostly remains focused on his tribemates, not interrupting.

Xia looks between the elder and the two cubs, following the Wedigo, saying nothing.

Kenneth's stare starts to waver as his elder stares at him, the cub caught in an unintended act of staredown. But more over, it seems like there's something more going on between the cub and the elder than just staring.

Michael climps up the ladder now, and once up there the feint sound of lupine claws tapping on the wood can be heard as the ahroun walks around.

From afar, Jarred whispers into your mind. "Speak. How did I offend you?"

Lucas lets his attention waver to linger briefly on Xia, since before now he's never seen her, but it sure to return it upon elder and cub in a close, observing stare.

Jarred's face is expressive, as if he is speaking to the cub, though he clearly isn't. He seems oblivious to the others around him as the two face each other.

Kenneth finally does break off his stare from the galliard, head turning with an upward tilt of his chin in submissive gesture. "I told you, it's nothing!" he growls aloud, a hand clutching his head as he shakes it rapidly, trying to clear it. "I don't like bein' treated like I don't have a choice about my future, fuckin' shafted and shunted around like I'm some used up fucktoy." The youth turns from the gathering of his tribemates, stalking off before he turns and glares at his elder again, this time not as angry, and more in hesitant confusion.

From above, the Wendigo ahroun's muzzle can be seen by any attentive enough to peer down from the second floor onto the first.

Xia's eyes widen and she then turns and pushed open the barn door, exiting the barn. The growling clearly must have spooked the kinswoman.

Jarred's eyes are not unkind as he speaks to the cub, his voice surprisingly soothing. It was not my intent to use you in such a way. I made the pronouncement as...." He watches briefly as Xia makes a hasty exit." "...as a teaching mechanism for our haughty kinswoman."

Lucas watches Kenneth with a look of concern that quickly changes to question as he looks to the elder Shadow Lord. "Uhm..." He mutters to himself, really disliking whatever the hell just happened.

Kills-Wisely is quite silent from his position above, even moving around to sit on the other end of the barn looking out into the night from the higher story baleing door.

Kenneth presses his hands against his head, one last violent shake making sure he's not hearing anything strange again. With a ragged exhale, he looks at the open door, and the distinct lack of Xia. "Fuck. I'm sorry, rhya." He also spares a glance at Lucas, but it's just a split second's worth before his gaze returns to the elder Lord. Kills-Wisely seems to be temporarily forgotten about. "How did you," the cub starts to say, then pauses. "I heard you in my head. At least, I think I did."

Jarred nods. "You did. It is a gift I possess. I spoke into your mind so that you wouldn't have to expose matters of a private nature before those not of your tribe."

Lucas raises up an eyebrow at the explination and decides the drama has passed enough for him to retrieve his shirt from beside the punching bag and tug it back over his person. The edge of his towel is shoved into his pocket, so he doesn't have to carry it.

Kenneth gazes off from his elder then, only a slight nod going in reply to the explanation. "Fucked that one up," he mutters quietly, before he looks up to the loft in remembering there was someone up there. He looks to Lucas afterwards. "You headin' out?"

"Yeah, I think a shower is in order, than a good night's sleep." Lucas says in reply to Kenneth, glancing to his fellow cub. "Staying out here for awhile?"

Jarred remains silent, allowing the two cubs to decice their destiny. Well, at least their short term destiny. The longer term details he'll work out himself.

Kenneth rubs his knucles against a strap of his tanktop. "Yeah. Maybe work on the bag a little," he replies, looking not at Lucas, but at Jarred.

Kills-Wisely sits above on the upper levels in lupine form, looking down at the bottom level.

"A'righ'." Mutters the young Ahroun through a yawn as he stretches out his arms, then makes his way for the door. "I'll see ya tommorow. G'night Jarred-Rhya." Lucas says with a respectful nod to the Elder Lord.

Jarred returns the nod with one of his own. He also smirks at Kenneth. "I have a feeling you'll get a spirited workout with that bag this evening, Kenneth."

This week has not been a very good week for the Wendigo kinswoman. The door creaks open as she pops her head in, looking into the barn, seeming to be searching for someone or something.

Kills-Wisely sits on the end of the barn above that blocks his view of the door, as he hears it creaking open he starts stalking slowly around the edge to see who has come in.

Upon seeing who it is who has come into the Barn the lupine Wendigo takes on the hispo form and leaps out onto the ground below. A moment passing with the shock of landing and then the Wendigo ahroun is in homid and steps over with a protective aire to his fiancee and kin.

Kenneth shrugs a shoulder, nodding once before the lupine from above leaps down to the lower level right past him. The halfmoon cub tenses up with surprise, nearly losing his balance as he reflexively dodges. A glare is sent to the Wendigo after the cub recovers himself. "Watch it man!"

Seems like it's a busy night for the barn. The Fianna cub known as Cole steps through the doors without really looking to see who's there. And comes up short as he he sees a hispo land and boil up into homid.
Desiree takes a step only to be surprised to find who she was looking for. She gazes at Michael and tilts her head at him. "I have been looking for you for days," she replies. "I think I might have met another kin named Harold Smiskin, he's looking for Jacinta. Have you seen her?"

Michael shakes his head a bit, not reacting to her having looked around for him or the yell of the Shadow Lord Cub, "She has been rather scarce... duties left," He looks towards the others in the Barn and stops there, "No, I have not seen her."

[Desiree]
This woman's Native American heritage is unmistakable. She is short, barely above five feet tall. Her body is curvaceous and physically fit, showing more musculature than extra weight. Dark, straight hair falls to her shoulders, although it is more often pulled up from her shoulders in a messy ponytail. Below high cheekbones rest dark coffee-brown irises. Her eyes are almond-shaped, set between a well-define nose.
There is something about Desiree's appearance that has been a little different. Perhaps it is the way that she carries herself more confidently as she walks, although her appearance as changed as well. Her hair has been pulled up from her shoulders stylishly. Her upper torso consists of a flowery, cotton camisole and her lower torso a pair of tight fitting jeans. For shoes she wears a pair of hiking boots. On colder days and evenings she can be found wearing a traditional deer hide jacket that has been tinted a light brown.

Cole offers a smile to the strangers, moving to get out of the way of the exit. "Evening, everyone."
Jarred offers a pleasant nod to Cole.

Kenneth again simmers as he seems to be ignored, but has better control now. A short upward jerk of his head is sent to Cole as the Fianna cub enters. Kenneth instead, proceeds to the punching bag and picks up where Lucas had left off.

Desiree frowns lightly and looks over her shoulder to give the Fianna a generious smile. "Would you tell her if you see her?" Desiree asks Michael in a calm tone. She looks around the Ahroun, looking towards the cun punching at the bag and then to Jarred. She leans towards Michael and whispers, "Who are they?"

Jarred steps forward toward the pair. "I am Jarred Aerhardt, Tribal Elder of the Shadow Lords. This is my cub, Kenneth."

Cole lifts his hand in a wave from a bale of hay he's chosen as a perch. "I'm Brian Cole, cub of the Fianna."

Kenneth pauses in his bag assault, an open hand halting the jangling. Since he's already been named, he simply stands there and looks towards the Wendigo kinswoman neutrally.

Desiree nods her head. "Desiree Skywatcher Keller, daughter of Adren Wenidgo Ahroun Micah Crash-of-Thunder Keller, sister of Cliath Wendigo Ahroun Cain Fierce-Badger Keller, and fiance to Michael. Salish Wendigo." she introduces. She allows the man behind her to be silent and over protective.

Cole whistles. "That's a pretty good list. Anyway, it's a pleasure to meet you, Desiree. And you, Jarred."

Kenneth glances back to Cole and the others once his elder departs, leaving him as the lone Lord. "So you're a kinfolk?" he asks Desiree, as if to make sure he's got his facts straight. Dark eyes flicker up to the Wendigo kin's silent bodyguard, but return to her as well.

Desiree nods to Kenneth. "Yes," she replies with a light smile.

Cole clears his throat. "You too, Kenneth," he adds, afterward. "So. Practice in the barn, or just a good hangout tonight?"

Kenneth only looks at Cole for a moment, meeting the cub's eyes. "Practice. Hanging out. Either or," he says, much more subdued from before. "You don't seem too bothered, being here," he notes as well to Desiree. "Most kin I've seen don't handle being around here well."

Desiree nods to Kenneth. "My father and brother are both Ahroun, I am used to the feeling that is around areas were Garou are." she explains. "I will let your two practice, have a goodnight." she says before repeating a farewell in Salish.

Cole clears his throat. "You don't have to go," he responds, still reclining lazily. "But you, too. Enjoy the night."

Kenneth doesn't seem to be disturbed if the woman stays either, as he turns to the bag once more. "Night," he clips off.

"It is simple on lupus to where I must travel to, but harder on foot." Desiree replies as she turns and looks to Michael before she exits the barn, with him following behind.

Cole watches as Desiree heads out, then turns his attention to the Lord cub using the bag. "So. How long have you been with the Shadow Lords?"

Kenneth glances up as the Fianna asks him his background. Yet, it takes Ken a bit to compute. "Probably 'round 3 months or so... how about you?"

Cole smirks. "Little less than six months now, I think. Haven't been keeping track of the days, too much."

"Yeah. Stayin' at the farm makes you lose track of time unless you actually make notes." The Shadow Lord shrugs once. "What's your other name? I'm Edgewalker," Kenneth says with an indicating hand to himself.

Cole makes a face. "I'm Duck-To-Water. Galliard."

Kenneth arches a brow at the name. "What's the name mean?" The cub asks, as there seems to be a story behind it.

Cole shrugs. "Well, I guess it's a compliment. Firewatcher-Rhya said I'm a very good student, and take to the Nation like a duck to water. I just wish the name was something a little less.." He trails off for a moment. "Named after a web-footed waterfowl, y'know?"

"It could've been worse," Kenneth notes, a fine line of amusement setting on his arched brow. "Could've been a fish."

Cole grins. "Yeah, I guess. Smells-Like-Trout? Nah. Swims-Like-Haddock?"

Kenneth smirks then. "Either way, the lupus would call you Fish. Maybe if you figured out how to say Shark."

Cole chuckles. "I don't think any of them would know how to say it, so I guess the point's moot. Anyway, that's not a real deedname. Hopefully, I'll get one soon."

Kenneth wets his bottom lip, turning back to the bag and giving it a light punch. "After 6 months of being cooped up out here, yeah, I would be itchin' to get out. Hell, I'm just waiting for it now."

Cole shrugs, picking a handful of hay from the bale idly, shredding the stalks methodically. "Yeah, think I'll go home when I'm allowed. See what I've missed."

Kenneth's punch following the last is a bit harder. "Your parents - are they kin?"

Cole grimaces. "I'm not sure about either of them, really. Mom's across the country, but I think she's one of us. Dad..not a clue at all. How about you?"

Kenneth lands a third punch, sending the bag swinging wild before he stops it with a firm grab. "My adopted parents are probably human," he answers, voice cold with neutrality.

Cole looks downward. "Ah," he says, not wanting to go further into it. "I don't think I caught your auspice." This is said after a short, awkward silence.

Kenneth's eyes set on the bag as he takes out a few more imagined bad guys on the wobbly canvas. "Philodox," he says with a short grunt, hooking left. "Think you were the one tellin' a story at the moot, when we came in," he says after some extra hard assault. "What was it about?"

Cole nods. "I think so. I remember a few new arrivals at some point. It was about my first battle." There's a hint of pride in his voice. "Okay, my only battle. With a couple of possessed coyotes."

Kenneth pauses again, the bag swinging back against him heavily. "Possessed coyotes?" he echoes, narrowing at eye at the galliard.

Cole nods, standing up. "Yeah. You heard of fomori, yet?"

Kenneth cricks a bone in his neck as he loosens up. "Somewhat," he replies. "Wyrm's a Wyrm. You're sayin' those coyotes were tainted?"

Cole nods, shifting down into lupus form, perhaps to simulate his foes as best as possible. ~They were large for coyotes. One male, one female. At first, they only looked like normal animals. Except a coyote would never attack a wolf unless sick or threatened. As I fought them, tentacles shot from their shoulders. They were coated with something that burned when they struck me.~

Kenneth looks down as the cub shifts. "Did you kill them?"

Cole chuffs in the affirmative. ~I killed one and severely wounded the second. Firewatcher-Rhya came and finished off the second. It came at a price, though. I spent many days healing.~

Kenneth nods, checking over the lupus' form for scars. "At least you didn't lose a limb, right?"

Cole shakes his head, even in this form. ~I'm grateful for that much. It left not a mark when it was all done.~

Kenneth examines the lupus some more, his dark gaze scrutinizing. "Hopefully it takes more than a couple of coyotes to put a mark on a Garou." The philodox regards the lupus. "Well, I think I'm going to go hit a shower. It's been a long day."

Cole, seemingly done, shifts back up into homid. "Know what you mean. I'd be worried about us as a race if those two were enough. Have a good one, though."

Kenneth coughs once, hiding a laugh. "Yeah. See you 'round," he says with a nod, heading out of the barn and back to the farmhouse.