2/26/2005

01:55 AM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (85% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 37 degrees Fahrenheit (2 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.05 and rising, and the relative humidity is 96 percent. The dewpoint is 36 degrees Fahrenheit (2 degrees Celsius.)

Bawn: Northern Forest(#3012RA)
Dark and forboding woods stretch in all directions but the north, the trees close together as if they were soldiers closing ranks against the enemy of Man. The trees here are tall, and close off all light from above, like they were pillars in some vast cathedral to Nature. Songbirds flit between the branches and the snuffling of small animals comes from the brush if one listens close enough. The busy interstate highway to the north, though, drowns out most of the subtler sounds in that direction.
The northern edge of the bawn is marked here by the unavoidable length of Interstate 90. Near it, the sounds of traffic drown out the more natural sounds of water and wildlife. In all other directions, the traffic noise recedes into the background.
Contents:
Stacey
Obvious exits:
Interstate 90 North Lone Boulder Western Bawn Central Bawn Eastern Bawn

The night is still, and the light of the fullmoon filters through even the thick branches of the forest trees. At least, until the sounds of chase ensue. The quarry must be small, and its pursuer not quite versed, as the sounds of a larger form crashing through leaf litter and bush with reckless abandon disturbs the peace. Moonbeams strike the black furred Shadow Lord as he chases his prey wildly through the brush.

The Shadow Lord might have been successful in catching his prey, if Stacey had not fallen into the scene. Apparently she had decided to try a bit of tree climbing that evening, needing some kind of activity to keep herself busy. Unfortunately, a branch she had been reaching for snapped and she fell crashing to the ground, blocking the path.

Edge, about as graceful as a charging elephant, can only yelp out in surprise with the sudden addition Crash! of a human being in front of him. Unable to halt his pursuit, the wolf swings wide, footing suddenly turned precariously offbalanced. An SUV would have a bit more beauty in the following rollover, as Shadow Lord slams right into Child of Gaia at full tilt in a confusion of fur and limb.

Stacey cries out in shock and pain as a black wolf crashes into her, causing both of them to go sprawling. The Child stays still for a moment after the tumble before she groans and starts to move out from under the wolf. Not only does her rear hurt from the fall, but now her entire body aches from being tossed about. "That was... unpleasant," she mutters.

Edge scrambles with a near paranoid snapping of his jaws at whoever, or whatever it was he had crashed into. The philodox misses both times however, and he scrabbles back up to his paws and backs up, teeth bared and ears flattened against his head in a fear-aggression expression. It isn't until his wits return from their brief departure, that his mind registers the girl's scent and he snorts most annoyedly. What do you think you are? A squirrel? he snaps.

Finally regaining her footing, Stacey brushes herself off and then scowls over at the Shadow Lord. She starts to give an angry response, but then merely says tensely, "The tree didn't agree. What were you up to? Squirrel hunting?" It's lame, but the young girl can't think of anything better.

Edge's thundering growl vibrates through the air as he stalks around the ahroun. Swinging his muzzle off towards another section of space, sniffing vainly for what scent he could pick up of the hare he had managed to unearth, the halfmoon cuts his hunt short. A stamp of his paw later, he looks back at the ahroun with a piercing stare. You will hunt me a rabbit some time, Gaia-Child.

Stacey glares down at Edge, about as annoyed as he is, with the exception that she didn't lose anything. She tenses at his tone, her rage closer to the surface than normal, drawn out by the full moon. She nods stiffly. "That's fair."

Edge hruffs hoarsely, giving himself a shake to loosen a few needles that have rolled themselves into his fur as well. Sitting down roughly, the wolf lifts a foreleg to rub at his chest fur, only to get impatient and suddenly shifts. The return to his birthform is quick, and when his change is done, he brushes himself off with hands. Looking up from his squatted position, the Lord furrows his brow at the girl. "Just what are you doin' out here again anyway? Of all the places to be tree-climbing."

Stacey crosses her arms still glaring. "I was just climbing. It looked like the perfect tree to climb. I mean, look!" She waves a hand at it, and it does indeed look the sort that kids love to climb, the kind that has perfect footholds everywhere. "And I'm always around here or the Caern or the Farmhouse. It's /you/ that isn't."

"Like hell I ain't," Kenneth snorts back. "I've been out here for so freakin' long, I'm startin' to smell like /Auggie/." The youth looks down at himself, where his once clean clothing is now rather dirty. The scowl on his night shadowed face is only barely seen. "Just cause the tree's fit to climb doesn't mean you do it at dead of night. What, just 'cause you're a Garou and you can heal a broken leg if you fall off, you're going to go shimmying up climbing trees?"

Stacey would growl at him if she was in a different form. "I meant before lately, and leave Auggie alone. And for that matter just back off of me, will you? What's the big deal about climbing? Like you've never done it? Good Gaia, I'm still young yet, I'd like to have a little fun now and then when I get the chance. You should try it sometime!"

Kenneth stands after so that he has a bit more height on the girl, still brushing off invisible dirt from his person. With a quick shake of his head, the youth flings his too-long hair back into place and stares back at the girl. "I'm harpin' on you because you lost me a catch. Took a fucking long time to track that thing down. But whatever! Go climb your tree and have your children's fun." The philodox waves a hand through the air, dismissing her.

Stacey frowns at that, stung by his words. She narrows her eyes again and shakes her head. Her hands, which she has stuffed into her pockets, are now bunched up into fists. "I already said I'd make it up to you," she says tensely.

"And that's all well and good," Kenneth replies flatly, "but I'm still going to end up goin' hungry tonight." The halfmoon turns, staring off into the dark like his black eyes would be able to pick out the path which the fleeing hare had taken. His lips tighten thinly into awkward, begrudging silence as the tension running thick in the air seeps through him as well.

Stacey is silent for several minutes, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself down. "Look," she says finally, with just a hint of that tension in her voice, "I am sorry that I made you lose that rabbit. If you want, I can return to the Farmhouse and find you something there to eat tonight. You can either come with or I can bring it to you. And I'll still owe you a rabbit for some other time."

Kenneth passes the minutes in quiet, until the ahroun makes her offer. Looking back, he shakes his head. "Just forget about it. I'm not gonna die 'cause I didn't eat a meal. I'll collect on the rabbit some other time. An' if Lucas hasn't eaten it all yet, there's probably some of that deer left stashed further up..." Mumbled more than outright said, Ken shifts his eyes off the girl towards the tree, not wanting to really think about eating, especially eating rotting uncooked carcass. "Guess it is a good climbin' tree."

Stacey shifts her glance over to the tree as well. "Yeah," she says, with some admiration in her voice, "More than just that, though. I found some little hidden holes, like pockets, towards the top. Must've been made by some animal at some point, maybe a squirrel or somethin'. But it seems perfect for hiding things."

"Don't go all hillbilly kid on me," Kenneth remarks with a look back at the ahroun. "I like camping and all... but personally I /like/ having flush-handle toilets. This woods stuff," he pauses with a look over to the tree, "not all it's cracked up to be."

Stacey shakes her head, seeming a bit amused. "No, no. I like modern conveniences as much as the next person. But what I mean is... I've checked the scents on this tree. No has climbed this tree in a long, long time. I don't know who else, besides myself, would. Do you? It I ever had something to hide, this is the type of place I'd put it." She shrugs. "Not that I really have much besides my project."

Kenneth cranes his head back, looking upwards towards the tree's crowning branches. "What project?" The question posed is simple and unassuming. They might as well be talking about school homework.

Stacey hesitates and then shrugs. "It's nothing. Just something I've been working on since I was a cub, something to do in my free time." Another hesitation. "It's just, a, um, training aide, I suppose you could call it. Not finished. That's all."

Kenneth slowly turns his eyes back upon the ahroun, a brow twitching up. "A training aid?" The echoed query hints with curiosity, but a sense of condescension remains, as the connotation of 'training aide' leans towards something negative. "What do you need a training aid for?

Stacey shakes her head. "Oh, no, not for me. Perhaps that was the wrong wording." She hesitates before continuing. "It's... something I created... for teaching those who are, well, inexperienced things like tactics in battle situations."

Kenneth's brow furrows downwards, as he attempts to read the ahroun's meaning behind her words. "And how's that work?"

Stacey just looks over at him and smiles, not intending on giving him any more information on that matter. "When it's finished, I will tell you."