3/17/2005

03:44 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 50 degrees Fahrenheit (10 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southwest at 6 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.98 and falling, and the relative humidity is 71 percent. The dewpoint is 41 degrees Fahrenheit (5 degrees Celsius.)
It is currently 15:23 Pacific Time on Thu Mar 17 2005.
Currently the moon is in the waxing Half Moon phase (48% full).

Lonely Hilltop(#2092RJ)
This is a truly odd place, startling in its abrupt change of scenery. It is a large, grass-covered hill, without so much as a single tree on it. However, all around the foot of the hill, the forest crowds in, trees packed densely together. A large stone, perhaps three feet in diameter, sits on top of the hill. One face has been sheared away as though by a great axe, leaving a glimmering reflective surface. From the hilltop, it is almost possible to see over the treetops, but not quite. The greater heights of the eastern mountains are visible from it, in distant, hazy splendor. There is an air of peacefulness that hangs over the place, almost a sleepy feeling. Most of the time, few noises can be heard except for the blowing of the wind.
The dark green of the forest surrounds the hill on all sides. Going any direction will likely be something of a struggle.
Contents:
Finds-Stories
Bloods-Bane
Obvious exits:
Forest

Bloods-Bane is flopped on the top of the hill, looking out over the other surrounding hills. He's been here a while, evident by the pressed down grass all around him. His muzzle rests on his paws.

Panting from the exertion of running, the black furred Shadow Lord halfmoon comes pounding up the slope. His coat visible under the clouded light, Edge doesn't halt or slow until he's well within seeing distance of the Get. Only when he's come up to a few lengths away does he skid to a halt, teeth baring in a grimace as his muscles recover. May as well have run all the way from the city, this wolf. Golden eyes staring at the Get, his posture reads all but a sense of serious urgency.

Bloods-Bane looks up and rises to meet the incoming wolf. His head is held high and he gives a chuff of air. What does Edge have need of? His head tilts to one side. Tell Bane it is not more of the bad. He takes a step or two forward, meeting his packmate.

Edge snorts and snaps his teeth together at the naive hope of his packmate. Of /course/ it's more bad - would I be running to you to tell you I finally caught my tail? The halfmoon turns and paces a few steps to the side, then back. Irritation from the moon's phase, from recent events, from overall tension radiates from the black wolf. Then he stops, and stares back to the Get. How much have you told Guards-Flame?

The Get blows out a long breath and then shifts into a human form. "Told her the truth. That I didn't know he was eating people. That I tried to help him. Thought James was getting a spirit to bind to him to help him with is rage. That I would have thought that Jarred would have had him cleansed while he was chained up." He grits his teeth and grinds them. "How the fuck was I supposed to know he wasn't? He was getting better. He and I fought and he didn't let his rage get the best of him."

Edge lets out a long, low growl. Then with a frustrated whine, the halfmoon forces himself into a sit. Ears folding back, he remains silent for a long while, thinking. It does not matter that we didn't know. Only that he was, and we did not do anything to find out. Staring back up at the Get now, his lips peel back as he casts a narrow-eyed gaze at him. You didn't tell Guards-Flame about Her knowing, did you? The reference is subtle, but important. And that is where the halfmoon's urgency lies.

Bloods-Bane raises a brow. "Her? Stacey? No. Her name didn't even come up. No use in bringing her into this." He raises a brow and looks at Kenneth, "Is there more between you and Stacey than there should be?"

Edge snarls at the Get angrily, and surges back up to his feet. Ears turning, nose suddenly pointed up and sniffing for scents, the halfmoon scans the area rather thoroughly. Then, he looks back to the Get. Better not to bring her into this, the halfmoon agrees with a hard stare at the galliard. Don't you realize how serious this is? If... no, when, Defiant-Storm finds out about this, you will be punished. And from the looks of your leader, that will not be good.

"Of course I know how serious this is. Do you think I am up here trying to find some sense to this whole mess for nothing?? Shit. I am trying to find a way in my own head to see how this got past me. How I could have been so BLIND as to let this happen." He turns around and punches a fist into a tree. "I'm the alpha for Gaia's sake. I should have known more was up. Even though I should have trusted that he was safe at Shadow's End, I should have done more." He grits his teeth again. "Stacey is a good friend to you. I was out of line to ask that question." His head shakes. "I just have all my shields up lately. Just been screwed too much." He looks up to the sky, yelling. "Fix him, all right? He's a good Garou. He just had a shitty alpha who trusted in others to get something done." The tree gets punched again.

Edge watches the Get scream skywards. Twitching with the urge to do the same, the Lord holds it in and instead just lashes his tail with equal, if not more frustration. His hackles point out and up every which way as it is. No more talking about the Child fullmoon, he snaps at Dillen. If there is fault to lay, the greatest will go to Storm-Singer. At the least, we can say even if we did know, it was he who said not to tell those who could have done more. It is not our fault the Gatekeeper was not the right one to go to.

"Yes. It is our fault. He is our packmate. We have a need to look out for him." Dillen growls out. He turns and looks at Kenneth, eyes level with the others. "Things like this will not ever happen again. Do you understand me? I promise you right here that I will never allow something like this to happen again... To anybody." Something in Dillen's eyes has changed. The nice guy seems to be gone and something has taken it's place... Maybe something happened yesterday, the day he turned 16.

Edge plays the cynical part, pacing away a few more steps. Things will not happen like this again, because we may not be so lucky to live long enough to see it happen again. The wolf sneers- an all too human gesture that is enhanced with the feral look to him.

Dillen steps towards Edge. "If we die, then we die." He growls out and stares at Edge. "But we die for doing what we believed was the best for a packmate. We did try, Kenneth. We did. We just didn't have enough in here..." He taps his temple, ".. to think that the higher ups wouldn't do anything to help. Nothing. They sent two Cliath to do it." He grits his teeth, grinding them hard. "If we fucked up, we pay the penalty. We own up to what we tried to do. We don't hide."

Obviously we are still stupid! Edge snarls again, ears pinning back in a show of temper. Lashing his tail again, the halfmoon claws the ground with his blunt wolf talons. Cliath we are supposed to be. Adults, capable of thinking for ourselves. Growling angrily from deep in his chest, the halfmoon turns away from the Get, too angry to make further comment.