3/20/2005

03:14 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Gibbous Moon phase (68% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 54 degrees Fahrenheit (12 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the south at 25 mph, with gusts up to 40 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.40 and falling, and the relative humidity is 59 percent. The dewpoint is 40 degrees Fahrenheit (4 degrees Celsius.)
It is currently 14:54 Pacific Time on Sun Mar 20 2005.

Burial Mounds(#3207RJ$)
This wide clearing in the midst of short, dark pines is rough with wild grass and bare stone. The air is a bit cooler up here in the foothills than below, and the majestic peaks of the nearby mountains rear up over the eastern treetops. There is a vine-covered boulder standing under the edge of the somber evergreens to the east. The air here is prenaturally still and the grass waves not at all for there is no breeze that blows through the pines. It is silent, no call of bird thrown from the treetops to dance gaily in the open spaces. Occasionally chill fingers run up your spine.
There are +views here.
A faint path leading downhill to the west is the only exit from the clearing.
Contents:
Untangler, Holly, White Bear, Jacinta, Bloods-Bane
Obvious exits:
Forest

Leaning against the rock is Blood-Bane. He is in crinos healing from a myriad of slices all over his body. Two corpses in black bodybag looking material lie on the bounder that he leans upon. His head is low as he sits, deep in thought.

Sitting a few feet off from the Hefty bags, clothes ripped and blotched with patches of dried blood, Kenneth stares off into space as if utterly unaware of his unwashed and uncharacteristically sloppy appearance. Unhealed claw gouges run from his neck up to the lower part of his face, angry looking and raw. The Shadow Lord's eyes however, are blank and distant, cold and unfeeling.

Jacinta makes her way up the hill in homid, her rifle slung over her shoulder and the sleeves of her sweater pushed up. Her breathing is strong and steady, but hard from the exertion of the trip. Not far behind her is Holly, to her left, and White Bear, to her right. They seem intense, intent upon some goal, and the Alpha's face is tight and unreadable. The lupus formed Untangler bounds along as well, sometimes to the right, sometimes to the left, sometimes running far ahead. Now, he lags just a bit behind the others, taking in the odd scent along the way.

Bloods-Bane hears the noise and smells the approach. He looks up, moving up to his feet as he does. His nose sniffs at the air, taking in scents of ones he has never met.

Kenneth would be sitting with his back to the incoming Guardians. As it were, he makes no movement or acknowledgement of their presence. The Shadow Lord is simply, spaced out.

As she nears, Jacinta's hand drifts upward toward the neck of her sweater, fingers closing around the leather thong she finds there. Her eyes fall first on Bloods-Bane and she looks up into the Crinos eyes her face still hard and expressionless.

White Bear hangs particularly close to the Alpha of the Guardian pack, especially as the little group nears the Burial mounds. His tail is held at a height as they come about, eyes rounded out with less than a bucket of goodwill directed at the two from the fenris pack.

Holly, unlike White Bear, moves away from her pack. she actually moves out wider, but closer to the newly laid out bodies on the mounds. The theurge, at least, approaches with proper respect for the dead.

Untangler goes skirts the top of the cliff and goes slinking down one side of it, in amongst the stout trunks of the evergreens, just sniffing randomly and curiously about. He tucks his nose first in cluster of roots, then the next, seemingly oblivious to both the two at the mounds and his own pack; but there's a tenseness about his loose frame that belies that.

Bloods-Bane doesn't say anything. He simply gives a nod of his head to those that approach. His eyes and body posture showing a tense nature as his arms cross across his chest. He waits to see what anybody has to say.

Kenneth continues to be gargoylesque - silent and unacknowledging.

Jacinta continues to stare upward at the much taller crinos until he gives his nod, then her gaze falls on Kenneth, but does not linger on the still figure she finds there. Two hands remove the thong from about her neck, holding it out before her as though it were a lantern. A yellowed fang hangs from the loop of leather, discolored at it's base near where the hole was drilled through. Again her gaze rises to Dillen, since the other seems incapable of communication. "We will test, now, for the poision of the Horned Serpent." It is not a question, nor a request, but a statement of fact.

White Bear keeps himself right between the Pack alpha and the two youth, looking just a tad defensive in the process. He doesn't throw in his two cents, letting the Wendigo Ahroun do all the talking for him at the moment.

Bloods-Bane gives a simple bow of his head. ~Do so.~ He growls out, hands still folded over his chest.

Untangler fans out around the line of the woods, staying a couple metres beyond the treeline, flickering in and out of view as the short pines run their needles through his fur like a sticky comb. His attention is scattered and divided, between the smells around him and the proceedings he's circling.

Kenneth still hasn't turned around, even as the Guardians go about their business with Dillen. All he does in movement to prove he's alive, is hunch just a little more in his shoulders.

Holly remains still in her perch from a wider angle, watching the bodies as if she expected they might rise when checked for taint.

Jacinta half closes her eyes, concentrating on the fetish she holds. There is a subtle lightening in the color of the tooth, almost an internal glow just barely making it to the surface of the enamel. Her fingers tremble slightly with her effort and for a long while nothing more changes.

Bloods-Bane watches the tooth and his expression remains unchanged. He puffs his chest up, pride taking over some. He waits for the verdict.

White Bear's lips peel up ever so slightly as Dillen growls out his reply, and likewise swells with the other swells. Keeping an eye on the other two, he doesn't pay much attention to the fetish.

Untangler comes out of the woods about halfway down the clearing, walking into the open, cutting across to get to the other side. He stops at the grave markers though, he waits there, looking down at them, like a frog at a highway, unsure, waiting. The young wolf looks up at his pack again, watches the glow of the magical tooth, and then he slinks back into the woods he'd come from.

Jacinta lets out a deep sigh and the glow fades from the tooth. She replaces the fetish around her neck and gives a small nod. "There is no taint, here." Her pronouncement is certain and final, but it does not seem to lighten her mood.

Kenneth hunches a bit more, head bowing slightly with the wind that blows again. Still, the Shadow Lord does not speak.

Bloods-Bane says, ~Was that all you wished for?~ Bloods-Bane speaks up and looks to Jacinta. ~Or is there more?~~

Jacinta tucks the tooth under her sweater and looks back up at the crinos. His question is met with a narrowing of her eyes. Her gaze tics to the bodies, his packmate, and then to her own, before returning to the Get. "Who cast judgement before the moot?"

Kenneth doesn't reply - then again, he doesn't seem to have noticed any of the activity that has been going on around him either. The silence covers him as darkly as the dried blood on his body.

Holly moves away from the Get, around the bodies, and towards where the half moon sits in his shredded clothes and silence. She crouches beside him, touching a shoulder to see if it will get his attention.

~Judgement was nod had here. Forge is dead by his own elder's hand as is his elder. It was a disagreement. No judgement to be had.~ Bloods-Bane

Untangler comes back around through the trees, slow in his movements, watching the proceedings between his Alpha and the Fenrir.

~Judgement was not had here. Forge is dead by his own elder's hand as is his elder. It was a disagreement. No judgement to be had.~ Bloods-Bane's voice grates out. ~It was a man who wronged two of his tribesmates and it was settled in the tribe.~ He leaves it at that.

Jacinta seems to consider that for a long moment, her posture growing to mirror those of Bloods-Bane with her arms crossed over her chest. She seems disappointed, and somewhat angered. She doesn't speak again, yet, but she watches Dillen with an intense scrutiny.

White Bear turns slightly, loping forward and around Jacinta once as he trains his head on to the much taller Get. Holly attracts his attention still, and the Ahroun looks on over to the Shadow Lord Philodox, squinting.

Kenneth for once finally moves significantly, feeling eyes on him finally. His head turns, half-lidded eye looking over his shoulder in a sidelong gaze at White Bear. "What are you lookin' at, Yogi?" growls out the halfmoon irritably.

Bloods-Bane casts a look between White Bear and Kenneth before he looks back to Jacinta. ~I would not be a fair fight, White Bear.~ Knowing that Kenneth's words will poke at White Bears buttons. ~Was there more that you wished, Pierces-Rhya?~

Holly looks sidelong at White Bear, expecting the ahroun to explode any second, and as a result her body tenses further. Still, she asks Kenneth, "How badly are you hurt?"

Untangler emerges from the woods near his pack, standing a little behind Jacinta. He looks over to Kenneth and Holly, watching them with a measure of sympathy, but concern still painted more plainly written in the lines of his face. He looks to White Bear, and then back to the two Garou.

Jacinta stares upward at the Get, just over half his height but mirroring his posture still. "Ii," she says, her tone cool. "You still await judgement. Until the moot, you are to stay removed from the Caern. I detect no taint in you, but I am no lawgiver. It is my place to protect the Caern, first. Until the moot, until your judgement, you and he will not come to Grandmother's sacred place."

White Bear is looking at the Shadowlord Urrah Halfmoon, he informs Kenneth as the squint turns into a round eyed glower. He looks over to the gi-normous crinos for a moment, before looking back to Kenneth. White Bear's name is White Bear, he adds sharply.

Kenneth doesn't even wait long enough for White Bear to finish his statement, before turning back to Holly and her question. Black gaze darkening, he doesn't answer her immediately.

Bloods-Bane cannot help but get a growl as she says this. ~As Pierces-Rhya wishes.~ His head bows a little again to her, but clearly not pleased. ~Bloods-Bane will not be leaving here.~ He casts a look to Holly and then one to White Bear, checking where each is.

Since the halfmoon doesn't feel like answering, Holly takes it upon herself to examine his wounds by sight. she goes about the task with efficient aloofness, and without touching him again.

White Bear bares his teeth as the other turns away from him, hackles raising as a low rumble forms in his chest. The Ahroun swells, first by puffing up like a puffer fish, then by shifting upward into Hispo. He gives the other's back a good view of the saberlike canines, club like tail arching slightly behind him.

Jacinta seems satisfied with Dillen's answer, giving a small nod before she turns away from him. Her movements take her back toward the path that leads to the clearing, before she turns to wait for the rest of her pack.

Untangler settles himself down into a sit, just behind Jacinta, watching the others talk, and watching Holly tend to Kenneth's wounds. Slowly his mouth parts, exposing pink gums in a gargantuan, comical yawn that splits his head in two, the sound slipping out across the burial mounds. When Jacinta passes him on her way back the Ragabash stands, and follows her.

Kenneth turns his eyes upon Holly, who is awfully close and can see that the wounds on his neck are deep. Not life-threatening, but not healing because the halfmoon hasn't taken to a healing form, they mark a good portion of his neck. In his periphery vision, he seems to sense White Bear shifting, and those dead-like eyes twist in their sockets again. "Fuck off, White Bear. I'm not gonna eat her."

Bloods-Bane growls lightly at White Bear. ~This is not the time, White Bear. Save it for later.~ His posture changes to one that says business, that he will charge if White Bear decides to move further.

Holly, in her examination, ignores the back and forth between her packmate and the shadow Lord. Grimacing at what she finds, she tells Kenneth, none too bluntly, "You need to at least shift. Remaining in this form will only allow the wounds to fester."

Jacinta slings the rifle off her shoulder and takes aim at Bloods-Bane. "Do not." Without shifting her focus, her voice changes to address her packmates. "Come. Let them fester. They have chosen their path, and their judgement will come soon."

Making her way towards the Burial grounds, Alicia doesn't bother to mask her approach as she strides with purpose, chin tilted upwards, raditing a sense of irritation. She curls and uncurls her fingers, squeezing her hands tightly into fists at times. She lets her eyes dance about the burial grounds, picking out a few familiar markers, sighing out in a loud, heavy breath. Soon as she comes upon the others, she pauses, before making her way a bit quicker, watching Jacinta level her gun. She lets out a loud 'ahem', her expression none too happy.

White Bear opens his jaws, ears perked as he growls wordlessly over at the other two, hackles full raised. He stands there like a rock, not ready to surrender his ground to the other pack in the least. As Jacinta levels the rifle at Dillen and beckons, he snarls once more at the pair and turns to begin leaving.

Untangler was already doing as Jacinta instructs and his path doesn't change; the young wolf slips on up the hill, disappearing into the forest.

Bloods-Bane looks back to Jacinta. ~Shoot if you wish. I will not back down.~ He growls out. ~There is no need for fight here. This is a holy place. We mourn and do not need the jeering of others. I would offer those here the same courtesy if they were in our position.~

Holly slips up from her crouch easily and wordlessly when Jacinta speaks. She gives Kenneth one last look before falling back towards her alpha.

Kenneth sharply turns back to Holly, once again completely ignoring White Bear's growl. Maybe he is going to eat her after all. From the way he glares at her the way a wounded wolf glares at a hunter, he simply hisses out, "I'll live." He only barely notices Dillen getting a gun pointed at him, and the arrival of the Groundskeeper, before turning his eyes back to nowhere, watching nothing.

White Bear turns around sharlpy along side his packmate, holding right along side almost protectively as Dillen says he won't back down.

As her pack moves toward the trail, Jacinta slings the rifle back over her shoulder. "We are done," she says to Dillen with a snarl that holds her anger. With that, she turns to follow the rest of the Guardians, only then noticing Alicia. She gives the groundskeeper a small dip of her head, and pauses long enough to address her. "They have been tested. They are free of taint, but are banned from the caern until the day of their judgement." She does not wait for a reply, instead, ushering her packmates out of the area.

Alicia snorts loudly. "The only thing these two did wrong, was become manipulated by that fucker Jarred." She says with a strong voice as she finally makes her way towards them. "Anyone want to hear the /real/ story of what happened, or does everyone want to just turn their nose up in the air and act like asshats?" She asks, arms crossing over her chest as she shoots a slight glare at nothing in paticular.

White Bear snaps his jaws closed, turning his back sharply on the others as he lumbers off behind the Wendigo. As he departs the area, he shifts down to Lupus and peels off to the south.

Kenneth huffs again as the guardians move off, waiting until they have gone before his head lowers slightly. Not eating and not sleeping for a couple of days weakens even the toughest of Garou.

Bloods-Bane moves to sit back down next to the rock. ~Come and gawk and stare at the freaks.~ He lets out a deep breath of air and hangs his head again.

"Keep your head up, Requiem." Alicia says with a grunt under her breath, sliding her arms across her chest, kicking a rock after the Guardian's, letting it bounce and skip. "Its not the end of the world."

Kenneth growls back wordlessly, coming out more as a gurgle of dissent than any real threat. "Even if it was, I wouldn't care."

~Keep our head up. Right.~ Bloods-Bane growls out.

Alicia tilts her head and frowns at the pair of them. "Guys, I know how you are feeling. I've lost many pack mates and friends in my four year stay here in Hidden Walk. I also know what its like to go before the others and be punished for something stupid. I lost my voice for two months, jackal rite, all because I failed to tell the Sept that my pack mate popped out a Metis when she accidently got knocked up by an unchanged cub. Guys, it will be alright. I know the truth of what happened. Dillen, you had no clue he was eating people, and Kenneth, you didn't know he was tainted. Sure you two could have taken other steps or what not, but Jarred pulled rank on you and then fucked with your heads. I know what its like because he did it to mine for years. I'll talk to the others alright?"

Bloods-Bane looks up to Alicia. ~Yes. We are going through hell. But maybe we just want to be left alone. That maybe, we just need time. Besides the fact that there is still the moot to go through.~

"No. No, it's not just 'alright'," Kenneth begins, voice low at first but rising in volume. He plants a caked up hand on the ground and pushes himself to his feet, turning around to face the Groundskeeper. "Because even if you say you know what it's like, it won't be the same. Jarred may have fucked with you before, but you Don't know what it's like to have had him for an elder. You don't know how it feels to have torn out your own elder's throat. You don't know how it feels to be told that your brother was supposed to kill you. You don't know how it feels to see loathing behind every single pair of eyes you look into. You don't know how it feels to have to make a deal with a vampire, knowing that when you do, you're screwing everything you were told, and if you don't, you'll die. So don't fucking tell me you know what it's like!"

"Don't go there Kenneth. You have no clue about the amount of shit that he put me through as a cub and a Cliath." Alicia says firmly as she continues to hold her ground, staring back at the younger Garou. Letting out a breath, she says. "An I don't want to go into it, because some things don't need to ever be mentioned, or recalled. I will at least say this, whatever he put you through is /tame/ compared to the shit he did to me." Her voice cracks for a moment, before swallowing it back up and remains her firm gaze upon him. "I didn't come here to argue with you, or talk about who has a worse life. I'm here because I came to pay my respects to the dead, to my family, to my pack, to my brothers and sisters that I fought alongside." She shifts her eyes a bit. "I came here also to pay respect to Lucas, because in his final hour he opened up my eyes and showed me that he was a true hero inside."

Bloods-Bane goes quiet. This is something better handled between the two that speak.

Kenneth peels his lips back, breath coming sharp and fast. But, just something about what Alicia said sets off the halfmoon to the point that he chokes up with rage. Teeth clenching hard enough to bring a migraine of its own, the halfmoon turns away and stalks off a fair distance from Groundskeeper and packmate.

"Kenneth, you aren't the only one who has lost someone important to them. I've lost so many and the only thing that keeps me going is that I tell myself, that every day I fight on in their name. I push myself harder each time to overcome each hurdle. Its what they would have wanted me to do. Lucas defended you, he fought Jarred and his last words was.. Kenneth was never the weak one." Alicia lets that hang in the air a bit, before continuing. "You are lucky to have such a friendship in your life. I don't know who in this Sept would attack Jarred on /my/ behalf. I envy you." She shifts her shoulders and starts to head off, giving a silent nod to Dillen on her way.

Bloods-Bane gives Alicia a gentle nod of his head.

Kenneth turns back around sharply. "Lucas didn't attack Jarred on my behalf. He did it because he hated Jarred's guts just as much as I did!"

"That's not what I saw." Alicia calls over her shoulder as she continues on, stretching her arms out over her head.

Kenneth grits his teeth. "Then, what are you tryin' to say? I need someone to protect me?"

Bloods-Bane looks up and gives a deep sigh.

Alicia turns around and stares back at the pair. "No, I'm just saying that you are lucky to have had a pack mate like Lucas. Someone who gave a fuck about you. There isn't a whole lot of them in this world, not even for me."

Kenneth narrows his eyes, teeth still grit as his next words come out bitter. "And now he's dead. Up and ditched, just like that." Uttered with finality, the halfmoon turns away, concealing the grief that flashes over his face from the others. Directing his gaze up to the clouded sky, he stares at it hatefully.

"He's dead, that is for sure, but he didn't ditch you. He died well, no mistaken that." Alicia says as she slides her hands into her pockets.

~Forge stood by you. All the time. Not many will do that.~ Dillen finally says growling the words out. ~And he is dead. Maybe you won't have to look too far from one that still stands by your side in battle.~

Kenneth tears his eyes away from the sky and shakes his head hard, dispelling a welling emotion. Turning to look back around at the two, he simply utters, "You're wasting your time."

"Its not my time being wasted, Kenneth. Like I said, I'm here to pay the dead respect, not to try and sell you girl scout cookies." Alicia says as she nods her head, then starts down the path again, pausing at times to peer at certain head stones.

Bloods-Bane just shakes his head and leans back against the rock.

Kenneth clenches his jaw again, and then turns away. His path takes him away from the mounds for the first time in the past couple of days, towards the forest in a slow walk. "Then maybe I'm wasting mine," he utters to himself, audible only to the sharper wolf ears of Bloods-Bane.

Alicia watches him go and then turns, starting off down the path again with a soft sigh, shaking her head. She rocks her shoulders a bit as she goes, then aims to slip into the thicker trees.